Je Nais Se Quoi
Text: Donald Swanepoel
Illustrations: Heidi Chisholm
Carvings: Lameck Tayengwa
Produced by Donald Swanepoel
Le Skateur Mystique
In the bustling heart of Kinshasa, where the streets hum with the cadence of daily life, there roamed a man with the head of a gazelle, tailfeathers of a vibrant parrot, and a pair of neon rollerskates that zipped him through the crowded market alleys. His name was Kwame, known affectionately as "Le Skateur Mystique." As he darted past vendors shouting prices and children chasing makeshift soccer balls, Kwame embodied the energy that defined the city. His eyes reflected the wisdom of his ancestors, while his tailfeathers fluttered with the promise of new horizons. Each swift glide on his skates left a trail of laughter and bewilderment. Kwame's presence was a symbol of Kinshasa’s complexities, a living, breathing commentary on the beautiful chaos , the rush of the future.
Mister Tilapia
A long time ago, in the vibrant city of Lagos, amidst the ceaseless symphony of honking cars and bustling crowds, there wandered a sad man with the head of a fish and glistening scales adorning his torso. His name was Bayo, dubbed "Mister Tilapia" by the market women who sold fresh produce and spices. Each day, Bayo swam through the sea of humanity, his scales shimmering under the tropical sun. As he navigated the concrete labyrinth, Bayo’s peculiar appearance drew amused glances and hearty chuckles. But with his fish head bobbing in rhythm with the city’s heartbeat, he was overcome with an immense sadness, a sadness governed by the uncharted waters of progress.
