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Isn't he a beauty? The colorful menace of a mandrill’s stare.

A guinea fowl’s poise. The patterns of its polka-dotted apparel play out in my mind like a game of chess.

Feared for their valor in battle, effeminate in their grooming. Inspired by the dissonance occasioned by a flock of Samburu Moran's (warriors) passing by, resplendent in their plumage.

Mother and child, the joy of the moment shining bright on them, as is the potentiality of the promise of future.

A friend of mine got married. This is as a result. A play on the Nairobi skyline.

Still moving. Trance into vibrational heaven, guided by the voices of ancient spirits.

This is how the rhythm is going to get you; ancient, vibrant, mystical, uncompromisingly moving.

An ode to my sister, to as she negotiates the labyrinth, on her journey to continued well-being. No beloved, no cry.

Beauty by another name. The frog at the other end of this yellow-billed stork’s stare might disagree.

How she wears her coat of many colors!

A fanciful take on a butterfly with multiple eye spots and a generous palette. Now you see me.

A language of no words.

Mother nurture, the nourisher, culture keeper, fountain of unfettered love, the living soil, the whole universe bowing to her presence, the universe herself!