Mami Wata: Heal the Children of War Through Art – Entry 7:

Mami Wata: The Children of War Paint the Redemption of Humanity – Entry 7:

Make no mistake, there are moments here in the Democratic Republic of the Congo when it feels as if angels are falling from the sky with hearts of ash when bare witness to the atrocities of humanity. In moments of heavy thought there is little distinction between this reality and Apocalypse Now. The endless rippling of sound carries the helicopters across the sky nearly twenty-four hours a day,

Mami Wata: Heal the Children of War Through Art – Entry 6

Mami Wata: Children of War Walk Through the Gateway to Creative Freedom – Entry 6

The smell of sulfur is in the air, the sky is overcast with a slight drizzle, historically January is the time when the volcano comes alive, and flashbacks of the last catastrophic eruption simmer in the back of the mind that walks beside me. We turn the corner and a huge mural is staring back at us through the eyes of every color of nature’s pallet.

Mami Wata: Heal the Children of War through Art – Entry 5:

Mami Wata: Heal the Children of War through Art – Entry 5:

While fourteen children touched paintbrushes for the very first time in their lives, citizens of Goma stormed the streets with crosses and coffins on the otherside of town. Life is a choice and I deeply admire the street children who chose the classroom, while a desperate desire for revenge lured the masses to the streets. There was a rumor spreading like a black plague feeding a hope that the president of Rwanda was dead.