Guard Your Art With Diligence

Continuing my Notes to Self on the art:

Guard your Art with Diligence
They want your art to reach people and places you, the artist, can’t and wouldn’t reach.

It – the art – has to speak languages you don’t even understand. It has to get to borderlines of war and peace; of oppression and equity. It has to criticize and it has to judge (judge not that you may not be judge? Well your art has been judged!). Your art has to think and make others think. Your art has to trouble the waters and it must not sink when it walks on said-waters. ‘Peace be still‘ will be for your art when you arrive so bring it and most importantly, your art has to be on its own. Be able to live in another house from you, talk differently, talk back at you when you write, play lawn tennis with you even if it’s just you against the wall (pun intended!). Your art must set you against the world. If it doesn’t do this they (check previous post)don’t believe you.

You art has to have a heart.

Your art must fall in love and love others just like it loves itself. Your art must be ready to follow you for sacrifice even when there is no ram in sight (yes! remember Abraham and Isaac?). Your art must walk by faith and not by sight. You must teach your art to pray, to believe; to trust; to own itself because when you are gone, it would be left alone to fight for itself. Your heart must love but it must love you and this is very difficult because your art is a teenager every other day.

Which brings you to the tough one.

Your art must not be raped by the wrong ideology.

In fact your art must keep it’s virginity till… Well forever because if your art becomes a mother of anarchy, wrong doctrine and false perception, the wrong perspective and all the bad secenerios of the world today, you are a bad Parent artist. So curb your art when it talks back at you but listen to your art when it is hungry. When it is angry, admit why and provide the answers why it shouldn’t. Your art is pious if you think it is and it is the best to see this too. On a second thought, your art should get pregnant at the right time. Good art brings good doctrine, wisdom and long life.

Your art has no gender but it is endangered.

Giant-Panda kind of endangered. Your art is not feminist, racist, Marxist masculinist, fascists and all that; you are! You are a bottle, your art is wine and ugly wine-shapes are because the bottles aren’t so beautiful. Not to state the actual scenerio. Your art is bitter because you are. Your art hurts people like knife piercing through the heart almost like a double-edged sword because you either are a swordsman or woman; that or you’ve been equally hurt. Your art is you but don’t try to be your art. It is dangerous.

To be continued

This Art is not Yours I

This world is not my home
I’m just a-passing through

Thank you Jim Reeves, I’ll take it from here now.

(clears his throat)

This is a note I wrote to self about writing because the pressure could sometimes make one forget how to even do what one was ordained to do when it comes to a paper and pen or fingers and an Android phone’s keyboard (in most recent times).

This Art is not yours

We make art – not for ourselves, alone but – for others. And this “others” are people who wait for us in our dreams, when we are awake, in the darkness and and even in the market. In our lifetime, we may never know them even if we want to but they are expectant and as a word of encouragement, they really exist.

They would need your art to say something serious.

Not too serious like SERIOUS so that they don’t mistake you for one without the inclination to have fun but serious in how David kills a Goliath and it gets them asking: how did…?

They want your art to mean something

First to you and then to them but to you first and most importantly to you. Because if you can’t strike the importance of what you give, it’s not even important. This is the space for passion. The kind of drive and blood that keeps you awake even when your body wails for sleep. The motivation to push further so that when you are done crossing the Red Sea, the Pharaoh wouldn’t want to follow because it’s a miracle that you still breathe after making your art.

They want your art to scare you.

Not Casper the ghost scaring humans kind of scare or tattoo all over the face kind but SCARE you. So to meet up, your art stays in your reflection: when you admire yourself, you are reminded; when you walk, you are reminded; when you talk, you can hear two voices arguing and it’s your mouth that is the speaker. Then you ask, who are the people really holding the microphone? That should scare you and that’s another story for another note to self.

This scare is not confusion because you know what it is but it should still scare you. It should scare you in the way Peter was afraid when he denied Jesus trice. That’s the scare they want or else your art isn’t worth it.

To be continued shortly.

Feature Art by Nathan Pieterse


I do not conform to ‘not conforming’. Not to say that I actually conform but to assert by conviction – beyond condition(s) – that I do not. In the essence of my thought, I do not consider conformity an option to be deviated from. It doesn’t exist or for better references to other realities, it shouldn’t exist.

I am however contented with space and design. By this, I mean that I don’t think outside the box. I know that there is a box, and I sit in it, I colour it with the colours of the universe and soon, my box is an endless space of designs I recreate such that every creation, not like the former, is self-defiant to the opposition of God and with the ability to serve it’s own purpose; sometimes, far greater than I had – from the onset – imagined. The reason for this adamancy is because soon, so many think outside the box and out-of-the-box is the new box, the infinite and boundless space becomes bound by a finite hunger to recreate from nothing. In the same way to be like God.

To create is not a flaw but to do so with a flawed hunger to outwit another is the flaw.

In the best design, I am not a supporter of competition. Not competition in the sense of development to learning but in the view of winning at the deliberate expense of another’s life. So, to live at the cost of another’s death isn’t actually living. This is my point of conflict.

Therefore, I don’t question for answer(s), by better reflection, I have come to an understanding that I am not wired to question what is the truth. And opposing the notion that one must question to find truth, I am persuaded that the truth lies in answering the questions of life and not necessarily in questioning for truth. My creation is not a question rather it is an answer to the challenge for which I was created. So this is my mindset, which is in the similitude of proffering solutions in the place of dwelling extensively on the problem.

This has thus formed my thoughts from tot to thinker alike. Perhaps this is also the reason why I demand to answer intentions more than the actions or their inaction counterparts. It is so, that I am aware that the action is only peaceable when the intention is truly peaceable and that even in a peaceable action or inaction the intention must be peaceable otherwise the action is in itself violent. This is also what has beamed my perception to contemporary struggles and movements: for as long as I consider you first a creation of God then a human being and subsequently as belonging to gender: male and female, I do my dealing with you as I would unto all that God has created bearing in mind the truth that God is in all that he has created.

By virtue of this, a consciousness to answer the call of justice isn’t solely by human law but by the conviction of the conscience. This is why conformity doesn’t exist because I recognize a higher place beyond conforming, beyond humanity and beyond the divisions of competition, prejudice and the Hunger to outwit God in others. This is the form off conformity.


Art by Khaled Dawa

“All Writers are Ugly” by Olatunde Obafemi 

It’s funny how, writers (me inclusive) are quite comfortable with showing just a side of their lives. We create, we counsel, we mould, we tell you that we cry and the tears become poetry or stories or the dialogue with our thoughts become the drama or the memoir (what we think we can remember) or the other things we write. We appear strong; even when we say we are weak (because we sometimes are), it becomes a thing of strength: to admit weakness.
Writers are one-sided tools. Honestly, my flaws become a floor and everyone wants to seat and listen to whatever wisdom they can pluck from (it…them). I think we should tell the truth in a balanced view. Let’s show the other side! How we bleed and it doesn’t hurt (and this hurts because it should hurt us when we bleed); how some of us want to simply see colour blue and not think of how many stars lost their lives giving out that pigment to our eyes. I think we should let the world know how difficult it is to easilly tell difficult things and make them look simply difficult (this sentence has gone through reeditting).

I repeat, I think it’s time for writers to show the other side, ugly or uglier. We should be mortal sometimes, affectionate; show that things actually affect us just like they do to everyone. Writers are men, women, spirits and angels; creatures made by the best writer too: God. God is a writer, actually, the writer. We, the writers, are copymice.
Let writers confess: how some of us growl at the feet of Jesus: night and day and how we speak in tongues only angels translate because even we do not know what we say at the time we say what we say. I think writers should stop ignoring the other side. There is another side. It doesn’t flow with milk and honey. We should talk about parts of our lives, like, how we don’t write for days and still smile at everyone like things are okay. How we live by warring within us…okay. I see the point, writers would never tell what they would not tell, but sometimes, I believe we should…embrace the simplicity of our humanity then rush back to who we were made to be from the beginning: writers, seers, scribes, typists (these days) prophets and whatever other name it is that you go by…

OpenDiary: Creation

​Everything has been made perfect such that there is no deviation from this beauty. So that even in the visible chaos, there is a sublime order that creates within destruction.

The creation would always create because the creator created creation. There is God even in the smog and the still sea bears witness. The planets racing without collision are a testimony to the assurance that God, the creator, is in control; thus the rhythm to which the universe dances to.

So the heart would beat to the rhythm which it plays; to that rhythm which the creator taught it to play. The clay – called skin – will grow as it must: in the mist, the furnace or even within the crust.

The universe will dance to the music which the universe plays and to the silent music which groans within every ounce of breath which we share and rear deep in the rare air of supplication.

There is a God, the GOD; and our choice to ignore that is not a choice at all, it a delusion

So the first day of my rebirth is the reiteration that there is God and He is mindful of all things great and small.

Day 25 – Partners

I am crucified with Christ: nevertheless I live; yet not I, but Christ liveth in me: and the life which I now live in the flesh I live by the faith of the Son of God, who loved me, and gave himself for me.
Galatians 2:20 KJV

Because I am His and dwell in Him, in His Order, His exception, and His fulfilment, I am continually crucified as He was. In that which men call reproach yet it is a price unto salvation.

A declaration of my total submission. I die for Him as He died for me. Pledging my allegiance as a soldier, fighting the flight of Faith and winning by His Grace. Yet even as I die, I live.

I live because He now lives in me. He, who is within me, is greater than I – who is in the world. The Messiah dwells in me as I in Him. Therefore all I do, is done because He did and will do. I live by (the) Faith of the Son of God, in the Son of God and not by sight of my weary flesh. I make myself His home, broken like bread to be shared. Like a wall to be pulled down for His conquest because He loved and loves me enough to give Himself for me. This – our relationship – is a double exchange. All the pain and the gain, we share as partners towards the greatest price which is to see His face in all of the glory.


Finally, my brethren, be strong in the Lord, and in the power of his might.
Ephesians 6:10 KJV

Whenever issues appear too big to be controlled, be strong in the Lord.

Whenever the wiles of the devil approach to cause reproach, be strong in the Lord.

When we fail or seemingly faint, be strong in the Lord.

When we lose hope and hope to lose because we see no trace of winning, be strong in the Lord.

Even when it is dark, stark, empty, null, be strong in the Lord and in the power of His might.

Day18 – Equal Parts 

Is any sick among you? let him call for the elders of the church; and let them pray over him, anointing him with oil in the name of the Lord:  And the prayer of faith shall save the sick, and the Lord shall raise him up; and if he have committed sins, they shall be forgiven him.

James 5:14‭-‬15 KJV 

Your level of spirituality should be reflected in your interactions with physicality. For instance, if you are close to God, your being – specifically the body – Should not be comfortable with filth (mental or physical). 

So too, in our relationship(s) with people, having that compassion towards people, better draws the picture of who our source is (God). Unless led otherwise, do not ignore people on the platter of “religious restrictions”. 

So too, let there be unity in the church (not the denomination or the building but the people), and respect for ordinances. Today, I learnt about the serious and important role of elders as well as the prowess of “the prayer of faith” which would lead to the healing of the sick. 

More importantly, when we do our parts, it is the LORD who heals and forgives (not man). 

Therefore, all Glory to God.

Day17 – DO IT, KNOW IT! 

Therefore to him that knoweth to do good, and doeth it not, to him it is sin.

James 4:17 KJV 

What do you know? What have you done upon and with what you know? That gap…between knowing and not doing according to knowledge is sin (unto you). Practical test, I know fire burns, and to avoid been burnt is to avoid fire. If I do not avoid fire, I would get burnt (I…). 

Now juxtapose with living righteously: if I know that certain activities are wrong before God and before the moral code of Heaven, and I continue to partake in these activities, they have become sin unto me. As much as you know is as much as you should be accountable. 

Even not knowing is out of it because a comforter has been given to us to guide us into “all truth”. Even I John 2: 20 informs us that we have an unction to know “all things”. So if you want to really stay off sin, ask for Grace to do according to what you know and for an open heart to be taught by the Holy Spirit.