Journeys

There are different types of journeys that one can embark on; spiritual journeys towards enlightenment, journeys to Mecca, and journeys through childhood, journeys from small towns to cities, journeys home and away from home.

And what I have come to understand is that journeys are the essence of life in that as we are entwined with the ever flowing stream of time, our life experiences would culminate in journeys.

As a filmmaker, I thrive on journeys, those long enchanting drives through irrevocably lush pulchritude of vegetation in riotous colours and desert landscapes brushed by mischievous breezes, through ragged terrains of this mystifying country we call home.

It is during these journeys through our annexed lands that we will rekindle a truer reflection on our history, repudiate all lies censored into our collective memory which has sadly rendered many amnesiac towards the true nature of our bondage and destined freedoms.

Travel through the impeccably racists towns of our land and recall how our grand sires lost these treasure to the sleuths of imperialist agenda.

But I also realise the changing relationships between humankind and nature in the face of a rapidly advancing technological epoch, where we are often enticed to discard interpersonal interactions with ourselves as well as natural spaces, the great outdoors.

When we discard the yoke of common chores that characterise our consensual servitude in deranged cities and towns, when we opt to breathe that crisp air not clogged by smog of constant traffic jams, only then will our souls awaken.

We will look unto a vast sky and appreciate our place in the greater scheme of creation, and realise just how unnatural conditions that are assailing our minds contribute to the devastation now termed ‘industrial diseases’.

In the same breath, we will clearly witness the disparities in economic opportunities which are a legacy that deemed whites as superior to the natives of this land.

Despite its exaltation of urbanised living, society is awakening to the realization of its detrimental effect on the psyche.

The great majority of human beings (if they have not already died young) have been afflicted with misery and stress… a variety of stress syndromes are foreshadowed by incessant demands for excess that have covertly convinced many that they are working hard to reach their dreams, as a form of commitment to progress.

But I am also of the belief that a return to nature can alleviate many of the ills we suffer in the quest for economic productivity.

We can justifiably hold the belief that these lands of possibility exist, and that the present limitations and miserable frustrations of our existence could be in large measure surmounted by a concerted effort to journey beyond the walls of our metropoli.

These journeys would rouse a keen interest in life and its portable joys, its naked mysteries and sorrows, only if the empath dared to venture without insulant dread.

As I always take pleasure in capturing pictures of some of the places I journeyed to in my young life, I thought it best to therefore post these images with the hope that they would inspire many of us to travel more, leave the infernal noise of cities and loose ourselves in the majesty of nature and vestiges of spatial treasures our home planet is offering.

It is through these spontaneous journeys that we encounter people and the awe meeting other souls destined to cross our paths during our tenure on earth.

We see sights, objects that rouse curiosity; animals we feel within our innermost selves when stared at by their untarnished eyes.

That is perhaps why the posts presents a variety of images ranging from landscapes, portraits and even abstractions on that which had captured my eye.

And by the way, the phrase ‘capture my eye’ has something mystical about it, because it somehow implies that I am not solely the captor of the object I am photographing, but simultaneously a captive.