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My Transition



By Rachel Ifeoma Ezeamalukwue
Email: ezeamalukwuerachel@gmail.com




Circulation of Things



Life is a beautiful experience in different shades. It propels us to thrive, create, and win. Pieces, sculptures drawings, paintings, frames, or pedestals are just the work of art but life is also the creation of our experiences- grief, hostility, love, despair, focus…. However, they breathe hope, happiness, succour, laughter, peace, and aspirations. 

Arts circulate the blood that flows through our creative minds. These creativity is brought forth for the eyes to see.

Life is complete when we breathe in our creativity and circulate it far and near to give others the chance to breathe.  


1. Darkness


This image symbolises grief as a result of death. The death of a loved one brutally murdered. It connotes a feeling of great loss accompanied by mourning. Mourning, the only grieving exercise that heals emotional, psychological, physical, social, and spiritual heaviness. 





    2. Empty Chair


    This image depicts the irreplaceable absence of a dead loved one. It reminds us of the past- moments spent with a loved one, the present- mourning because a loved one is no more, and the future we can never spend with a dead loved one here. 




    3. Grasses Growing After the Dry Season


    There are two seasons in Nigeria- the dry and rainy seasons. This image depicts life after a long period of painful mourning. 




    The dominant feelings in this circulation are grief and optimism.

    One of the problems I am grappling with my project is being able to capture visuals that resonates with every thought written in text form. 

    Question: Is it possible to add other feelings aside from grief and optimism to my project?





    What does this voice want to say to the world?



    This grieving yet optimistic voice would like to tell the World that:

    Millions of people grieve daily because of the savage insecurity before us.

    Lives no longer matter in my Clime- it is now a matter of whose next?

    In a land where Justice is perverted to favour a Segment (Devourers).

    Atrocities are swept under the carpet by our forceful Keepers.

    To the world, we are no longer silent shadows but wounds that speak!

    We are a people stripped of her protection but we have a voice!

    Our grief is a testimony that we survived.

    Through art, we cry, we speak, we tell, we write our stories.

    We remember in grief and resist the pain in optimism.

    We are forgotten by the forceful Guardians of our political Clime- they don’t care if we perish.

    In hope we say No!

    We demand the security of our lives and properties- our natural fundamental rights.

    We hope to sleep in peace again!

    We hope that someday, the guns, daggers, machetes will perish!

    We look forward to our fear becoming history in our domain. 

    We plead with the World: do not fold your arms!

    We look up to you for our existence!!!





    From Darkness to Sunshine



    Never getting better, a circle that seem permanent
    City painted in pain by a government corrupt
    Unending beautiful promises never fulfilled
    Creation, why the choice of Here?


    Not born of chance but purpose
    To unmute the people’s voice
    Weeping of the night transitions to a spark that ignites change
    No more lost in halls of mockery, hopelessness, self-pity and pain


    Its morning! A new light emerges
    Accompanied by bold and fearless orientation
    Election beckons for tyrants to give way for leaders
    No retreat! The sun shines again!

    This is a picture of puppies abandoned by their mother. A state of despair for them. I found them playing when I took this picture. I would interpret this as hope in the midst of abandonment. Two families later came to their rescue! They have a home now.






    Beholding Beauty in Everything



    Eyes that rarely see beauty except in extraordinary situations

    Hands touching things ignorant of its uniqueness

    Legs stepping on sandy gold blind to its beauty

    Boom! The scales from the eyes falls off

    Today I behold beauty in the children’s smile

    Love and appreciation comes freely to mind

    Hope in the face of grief and despair

    Forgiveness flowing from a tortured heart

    Beauty accompanied with laughter surrounds my abode

    Rooster positioned on a tree beckons its mate

    With alluring sharp cry of pride

    Nature’s beauty seen in a million ways

    This Beholder sees Beauty in Everything!