Embracing My Root: Culture, Identity & Inspiration

Being an African means more than just a geographical origin; it is an embrace of our culture, an acceptance and pride in our roots, regardless of its perceived shortcomings. It's about seeing past the poverty and the dirt, recognizing the continent's richness. Africa is not just a landmass to me; it is the cradle of my artistic ideas, the core of my identity. Whenever I travel back to Africa, I immerse myself fully in what it means to be part of this vibrant culture. I adopt the local attire, share meals from a communal plate, and engage in daily rituals like swiping the compound clean every morning and evening, just as my aunty does. These actions connect me to a way of life about community, simplicity, and a deep-rooted sense of belonging.

The practice I refer to as “Mafoulé’s Swiping” is symbolic of this connection. It's a ritual that represents cleanliness, order, and the discipline of maintaining our surroundings with pride despite the humble settings. This simple act reminds me of the values my African heritage instilled – hard work, resilience, and communal living.

That’s me to the left and the stained glass art that I created, “Mafoule’s Swiping,” reflecting our culture's values of hard work and vibrant expression. This art mirrors our everyday life, celebrating the stories and traditions we hold dear.

Being home in Africa, I feel a profound sense of fitting in. Societal wealth is measured not in currency but in the richness of our interactions and the collective spirit of our communities. Despite the economic challenges, a palpable sense of contentment permeates life here. Global standards might classify our people as poor, but this economic status does not dictate our happiness. Here, stress and depression are less prevalent, not because life is more accessible but because our daily struggles for survival leave little room for self-pity. Instead, we focus on the essentials – providing for our families, enjoying rest after a day's labor, and cherishing the moments we share with loved ones.

The relentless sun overhead witnesses people working tirelessly to make ends meet. Yet, when the day's work is over, there's a collective exhale, a shared moment of reprieve where families and friends gather to eat, laugh, and enjoy each other's company. This cycle of life, so deeply entwined with the acts of giving, sharing, and loving, inspires me profoundly. It's a tangible manifestation of the philosophy that actions speak louder than words.

Late Night Snack

Busy Work

During my time in Africa, I have renewed my spirit, reminding me that amidst the hustle and the hardship, resilience, and joy exist that can't be found elsewhere. It's in the laughter that fills the air, the warmth of shared meals, and the silent solidarity of communal living. These experiences shape my worldview, influencing my artistic expression  and reinforcing my identity as an African.

Being African, therefore, is not merely about the place of birth or the color of one's skin. It's about embracing a rich heritage that thrives on community, resilience, and a profound connection to the land and its people. It's about living a life where material wealth is secondary to the wealth of spirit, where happiness is found in simplicity and shared human experiences. My African identity is a source of inspiration and strength, guiding my artistic journey and shaping my view of the world. It is a proud declaration of who I am and where I belong.

Palais du People / “Foire”