We were always gathering during the blackouts. First time was at Gek0’s. Second time, Tuta was around and I invited Iyanah, Mphilo and Nicole for gin and mtv base. I chased a little too much gin and ended up hitting my head on a rail and throwing up. In my defence, I hadn’t properly eaten and was hopping to put some potatoes in the oven later in the evening. So I blame Ruto for the blackout which caused me to not put the potatoes in the oven, therefore making me more drunk which led to me hitting my head on a rail and throwing up. The sheer disgrace of this man. He made me do that, in my own home, and with guests. Shame on him. I’m living with Nicole now in a two bedroom flat somewhere around Ngong road, I refrain from releasing all the details of my location, just in case they find me. You know, them. Always in the planes that fly in the middle of the night. I’m using an encrypted server to send this. But I thought it important to finally talk to you and let you know just what exactly has been going on.

I had a very radical joyous week at the Nnawiri fellowship. Where we got to make zines and be in the presence of a beautiful selection of women and non-binary artists living in Nairobi. I’m super grateful to have been in such a radical space where we collectively vocalised our hatred for capitalism and got to practice deep listening. While at the fellowship, I started to understand that love is also listening to another because they are not you. That being said, I would like to express my anger to you for misunderstanding what my silence means. I am listening a lot of the time, especially to you when you’re talking. If you could also, be patient as I form my words. Anto read somewhere that we should listen, not thinking about what we are going to say, but listen to understand. I really admired how Njoki listened to us during her lecture which inspired us to optionally disguise political issues in our art so that it can reach the masses. During this lecture Tezzita mentioned alternative schools and I think more fellowships and workshops like these are the ways that we need to be rethinking education. It was also pretty cool that all the artist who were part of the fellowship were emerging. Rosie also led a workshop on listening and from her I got a copy of Pauline Oliveros’s Quantum Listening. I’ve been reading a little each day and it’s been like a meditation. I especially liked it when Pauline Oliveros writes “Quantum Listening is listening in as many ways as possible simultaneously - changing and being changed by the listening.”

I’ve been thinking of the sketchyness of contracts. I recently came across a clause which is basically a threat. It says that our failure to sign the contract or start a conversation about it within two days, automatically means that we have given our consent. Perhaps this is a regular thing to find in a contract, but when did silence become consent? It reminds me of stories of musicians signing away their souls to the devil so they can make music. I’m pretty sure there’s an idiom that says the devil is in the fine print. I don’t really believe in hell or a red horned beast called the devil, I think thats an illusion. The greatest evil that exists is called capitalism, to call him out by his full name, the devil is the white-supremacist imperialist capitalist patriarchy. So if the devil is in the fine print we better be there with our radical intelligence and when necessary a couple of lawyers to perform an exorcism. I have been thinking of the residual murk of capitalism left in my body from years of consumerist indoctrination. I have been thinking of the exorcisms I need to perform. Exorcism through constant reminders of the truth, talking to myself to let me know that I am no longer wounded. Exorcisms through gathering, communal care, radical love and sherehe activities.

The Jehovas are going to be doing a 3 day sound installation at Kilele from 13th Feb to the 16th and I urge you to come and listen to some bits of the special broadcast and previous R.V.E.R’s. I think the way Gek0 and I have structured the sonic aspect of the installation is pretty interesting, each time you enter the space you will probably hearing something different. There might also be a secret, underground noise performance by your favourite integer 😉 happening on one undefined day at some divine hour at the R.V.E.R installation.

I’ve been thinking of mutual aid a lot more since moving out and comparing it to the Kamba custom of carrying a nthungi so as to not arrive empty handed. Mphilo likes to say “These are our 20’s” but I’ve also been realising the importance of us stepping up and taking on those roles of ‘aunties’. More responsibilities when it comes to care and supporting our communities. Some aunty roles I have been fulfilling lately: helping clean up ❤️‍🔥, arriving with food ❤️‍🔥, carrying a nthungi ❤️‍🔥.

The art of the nthungi or mutual aid is a generous way of supporting community members. When we arrive with a nthungi we are telling each other, you don’t need to worry about buying this for a while, I got this. Nthungi giving is something I learned while living with my ma, the nthungi's she received varied from chapati to cartons of milk to an entire bread maker. Every nthungi was an act of care and appreciation.

I’m a full-time artist. In Nairobi. I depend on your support to help me keep going. I spent sometime with Wayaki and Karwaitha and my gosh, it was so amazing receiving support through the affirmation of my work. Let's keep on telling each other how meaningful our work is. Support me through nthungi's as well. This household is open to receiving a variety of things from incense, to bread, a packet of crisps, a ka-white cap or even a blender. I going be quite adamant about this so please open your hearts to receiving a small list of the things that this household needs. I’ll specify our needs with each invite I send. But wether it is specified or not, we are always in the space to receive a ka-white cap.

Where would we be in the end of the world? Right here. In our architectures of the end. An end that we’ve been living for long. What is this all, if not an ending? We were born into the time of earths dying, her slow shedding of who she used to be. I feel the blessings of her afterlife. The valour of those parts of her which survived.

I’m no longer seeing my art as postnatural. African indigenous folk have always been weaving their religion and the afterlife onto the land. To believe that we are outside of nature, is to believe that we are outside of god.
Postnature just sounds like a really westernised way of viewing the land. Yes, the land has changed severely through white supremacy and capitalism. My work converses with the land because I think the land sees itself differently.
I am only now realising the sociological practices of my work. I am not only concerned with the environmental changes of the land but also the ethics and dynamics of the people who inhabit it and the politics of ownership. My unfinished essay ‘Help us our land’ attempts to make observations on this topic of blackness, indigeneity and the land.
My fiction on the other hand is solarpunk in its genre does speculate on the post-human and what arises after capitalisms collapse.
In other work, thejehovas are going to be doing a digital performance for c&. The digital performance we are planning is not just a live performance,
but also an exercise on digital rest.

We really need to start actively start reshaping our society by challenging our unconsciously inherited thoughts. Let us practice abolitionists politics with our minds. Be rid of the illusion of class once and for all. My latest abolished thought was an elitist perspective I had on trash collectors. These guys work so fucking hard and do a really selfless job:: collecting everyones trash. These guys need to be respected for that job that they do, and in a post-ruto economy, their pay should not only be increased but their job should come with housing and healthcare benefits.