Installation
Artist: Moyo Okediji
Title: Wither Wakanda?
Installation
2016 to present.
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Do you think I should hug him or send hired killers to him?
Samuel Toba did this portrait of me today. It’s gorgeous. Do you think I should hug…
The Farmer of Colors
The Farmer of Colors
Harvesting a field
of chromatic linguistics
is akin to a dance:
first you must hold
your canvas like a partner
and place layers of
harmonious tinctures over
the picture plane.
THE WORK IS DONE.
Done.
256 codes of Ifa completed.
I believe I do fly.
We all fly.
High above the clouds of limitations, we soar.
The carpenter is singing as he does the roof:
The carpenter is singing as he does the roof:
Ẹ̀yin tẹ́ ń lóyún lé rodo-ríndín, hẹn-ẹn
Bọ́mọ bá yàgbẹ́ o
Baba rẹ̀ ní ó ko.
Translation:
You who conceive while your infants are mere suckling babies
When your infants mess their pants
Their daddies will change their diapers.
Don’t stop.
I know you’re tired.
I know you are broke. Very broke.
I know that all your friends are making it, but things are not just working for you right now.
I know you are annoyed.
ÀRÓ CIRCUMSTANCES
There is an ancient Yoruba poem about Àró, the alien.
Listen, the translation is below the Yoruba original.
Mo gbinlá mi sóko
Mo gbinkàn mi sóko
Ewúrẹ́ Àró fi jẹ;
Àgùtàn Àró fi jẹ
Èmi ò mọ ohun Àró ní mo ṣe.
I planted okra on my farmland