Greetings humans!

I know we need to have a conversation about the relationship  I have with this blog but that is another story for another day. (someone keep tabs on these things.)
How have you been doing the past few months? If you’re in Nairobi, you have survived a brutal couple of months of heavy cloud cover and barely any sunshine. I apologize on nature’s behalf (not really. lol) for your sufferation. I absolutely loved it. However, the sunshine is back and you can thrive in it. 🙂

I’m constantly being made aware of my need to leave Nairobi. More often than not, at switch up of every season; summer (Njaaanuary, HELLO!) to the long rains, paralyzing cold to sweltering heat. Or when it becomes my favorite part of the year, the mixture of it all’ sunshine all morning, raindrops in the afternoon and evening and cold all night from an inky black sky. As the winds began changing in Nairobi I escaped to the place that stole my heart last year. The land so rich in people, food, air, water, knowledge, spirituality, memories. The Republic of Uganda for the NyegeNyege Festival 2016.
Now, before I go on, I must tell you of this amazing festival that changed my life. It is a short story so we only have to travel back in time a few years.
In 2014, the agenda was to begin the process of getting introduced to festival life goodness through the Rift Valley Festival. Unfortunately that year, that ship sailed and left me at the shore with my white handkerchief. I wasn’t worried. “RVF is an annual festival. It’ll be back next year.” I told myself. It wasn’t. The last edition occurred that year and I missed it.
I sulked all year. Kicking crunchy leaves instead of crunching them (i know, i know.), trying to sell my organs to somehow end up with enough money to have my own RVF. No one wants my diaphragm, so that ended badly. It was until Daniel and Ore(eternally grateful btw!) told Lindsay and I about NyegeNyege Festival in October that I stopped trying to give away body parts, packed up and literally escaped to Jinja for the first edition of NyegeNyege International Music Festival. 
I was blown away.
The festival occurs at an abandoned hotel which is a huge maze like thing that gets you lost but not really. I mean it. The hotel is completely covered in plant life of all kinds that it possible for you to loose your sense of direction and finding it again, till it becomes home. Bonus, it’s located right at the source of the Nile! \0/  I was sold at this point already.dsc_9540 The stage set up, camp sites, food stands all seemingly had positions so perfect on location. It was amazing to just see. When the people began to flow in, NyegeNyege reached perfection in its vibration. People from ALL OVER AFRICA and the world arrived. Ghana, Ethiopia, Kenya, Mali, Nigeria, Rwanda, Congo, South Africa, France, Britain, Canada. It was a global scenario.

Lindsay and I at NyegeNyege 2015. (Photo courtesy of Awuor Onyango)

2016 was BIGGER.
The funniest thing is that the whole year, we (Lindsay and I) were waiting for the festival dates to be announced. There’d be times we would be kicking it together and then all of a sudden we enter a moment of just pure nostalgia and sit in it for an hour. we did this over and over again. Then NyegeNyege sent  word out for its people. We entered some sort of a frenzy and began counting down the days to the return to the magic. I knew the twenty or so Kenyans who went last year, wherever they were with knowledge of the festival, were going through the exact same thing. The footage began to come out from last years festival. Pictures, promo videos and a WAKALIWOOD PRODUCTION that the whole festival was a part of! It was slowly forming into a tangible reality. “This years festival is going to be so delicious!” I would constantly say. At this point I let myself dream of a rollex. It’s dangerous because once you do, every time you think of one its going to be all you want. All. You. Want.
Nairobi caught NyegeNyege fever immediately. Early bird tickets came out, party buses were organised and constantly being booked. Some of Nairobi’s amazing artists were performing; Tetu Shani, Labdi, EA Wave, Cosmic Homies, Yellow Light Machine, Prisca Ojwang’, Kaya Collective, DJ Lasta, Jinku, Nu Fvnk and of course, Mr Blinky Bill, who killed us u.pon the dance floor last year was returning to the stage. The energy was moving in everyone. Unfortunately, those who couldn’t go were already experiencing severe F.O.M.O (Fear Of Missing Out). Nairobi, was prepared for this festival.


Needless to say, it was worth it. Took the trip to Jinja this year with the family, Yellow Light Machine. The thing about travelling is that before you get to the destination, it bound to get ugly at some point. Never before have I gone on a completely perfect trip from the point of departure to return. This wasn’t any different.We were late to get to the bus, I traveled in shoes with laces, we got to Uganda at 5:00am and chilled, literally, for a hot minute. It was draining really. We got to see the sunrise though. The sky changed from its deep blueness and hundreds of stars to having shades of purple, pink, orange. Clouds that looked like the lightest stroke of a paint brush covered the sky occasionally disappearing. Cotton like clouds on the way formed in the distance and sat out together, barely moving. Every morning I saw the sky in Uganda, it looked exactly like this. A story.

By midday on that day, the people of NyegeNyege had began to arrive in numbers. Food stands were going up, the stage was being set up, the camp site was filling, people were exploring and meeting each other again and for the first time. In no time the festival was in full swing. It then became a movement from one stage to the other then to get a rolex, possibly a beer as well, then back to a stage of your choice. Most live performances were set up during the day and so you could kick it in the sweltering sun or by the river and still get to jam featuring artists like Body of Brian, Winnie Lado (who I immediately fell in love with), Undercover Brothers, Young Cardamon and HAB, Tetu Shani, Cosmic Homies.dsc_9493dsc_9601dsc_9631 One of the best things about this festival is the amount of music you get to listen to, passively and actively. It’s from everywhere and it comes with the wind. Within the maze of the abandoned hotel, you hear it. It calls you and you answer.


“You never leave the dance floor alone. That breaks its deep bass heart.”

Walking, running almost, towards the dance floor so you can dance and release. I remember the sun having just set and I had run to get mosquito repellent to save a bunch of us from vicious attack (because those little guys bite you and you’re itching for three days) and on my way back I heard the LIVE.ST lingala set happening at the Eternal Disco stage which was next to the river. I had to get everyone from the other stage to deliver justice to the music that was being played.There was also a percussion circle that kept popping up all over the hotel. anyone and everyone could drum or dance. Both if you bad ass like that. As the day turned into night the music got heavier and so did the vibe. Schlachthofbronx, Ibaaku, Tom Blip, Max Le Daron, Blinky Bill, Jinku, Nu Funk, Heartikal, Ea Wave, Ska Face threw it down!dsc_9325dsc_9304
Akwaaba Sound System played from 3:00AM to around 5:00AM on Sunday morning. I have a special reserve of energy and deep love for this set because I will always be left weak. WEAK. The same set occurred in 2015 at the same time and I kid you not, there was a point at which my brain could no longer be awake but my body couldn’t stop moving. BBrave didn’t even go easy on us this year, serving us a back-to-back set with Max LeDaron they played even more fire music that sings to your soul, makes your feet move, burns inside you  Except, this year, we were more prepared.

Max LeDaron.

Then there was afternoons when the sun was really hot and it was time to lazy around by the tent with a cold drink and just talk about the most random things with the people around you and let the hours bleed into each other. Laugh for hours, take a nap in the hammock cause the tent will have you peeling of your skin (Yoh. At some point, it got really hot). Walk down to the lake and dip your feet in the water, or your whole body. Y’know, which ever you prefer. Let the water of the Nile wash you. If your not careful, so will the current. Maybe get on a boat if your not feeling like touching the water. It was in these times that the friendships I have got stronger. It’s amazing when your in another country with people you see often at home and a blessing to spend time with those you don’t see often at home. A collision of both is able to transform everyone involved. As an artist, this space to be with people was refreshing. You’re able to share the reason for you art, the force behind it, truth behind it and live it. In a society that has a bittersweet, love hate relationship with the arts the island of NyegeNyege is where we can go to energize, re-calibrate, redirect and return to the same society and CREATE.dsc_9616dsc_9557dsc_9250

Time ceased to be a factor to govern the weekend by. It had no meaning. Time stretched and snapped back together. Moments bled into each other, slumber was optional, music was continuous, food was sustenance, dancing was inevitable, humans were vibrating higher. Which is why it feels like the next NyegeNyege is light years away and the one that just passed is close enough to take two steps back into. Nyegestalgia. (lol)

My words, I hope, fill in the blank spaces that the pictures leave out. Hopeful that it makes the festival a reality, world, planet, on its own that once you enter, you can only leave if you promise to return. The best part about that is that you will be more than happy to return.

Till next time.
Love and blessings.



Color of a Sunday Morning

Greetings Earth dwellers,

Before we embark on this journey of my experience, allow me to present to you one last thing you didn’t know you needed. Join me in a nostalgic frame of mind here or in my creative process frame of mind here.

Good. Now that you’re back, hold my hand, let’s go.


What. What’s going on . . .
Where am I? Oh. Okay. I’m not lost. Yesterday was fun times. So glad Beth lives right here. This moving from one side of the highway to the other in the middle of the night is not a funny story. Open your eyes friend. Its probably seven.
Its 9:30.
Its 9:30?! Mahn. I must have slept for quite some time eh. Haiya, time to start the day.

My feet feel pretty alright for someone who was boogieing 99% of last night. Barefoot for most of it. I’ve gotten pretty accustomed to this barefooted lifestyle. I hope I didn’t leave my shoes there.
I can move, and i’m alright and its still pretty early. Let me go home and get ready from there. I can still meet this homie in the early hours of the afternoon.
Glasses. Where are my glasses?
There they are. Okay. All dressed, time to go.

It’s so quiet. Everyone must be asleep. I wonder how cold it is outside and is it cold all the way home? The micro-climate situation that happens in this city is just beyond. Anyway, it will be a flawless transition from house to car to house. Barely any time in between to properly experience that blanket-like cold.
Car keys? Check.
Now time to go for real.

This fuel gauge is playing games with my head. Anyway, I shall overcome. Probably fuel once i get to Mada. Done did this before, shall do this again.
This fuel gauge is playing games with my head. Anyway, I shall overcome. Probably fuel once i get to Mada. Done did this before, shall do this again.

Langa’ata Road is pretty empty. Sunday has to be the only day that has this road clear all morning. The weekday struggle has people who have to use this road either really patient or really early; by force. One of those “Life has given you one lemon and wants you to eat it.” You have to because life has a pretty scary looking serious face.
I really like this podcast that’s playing! Yosh! And its stupid loud already. I should close the windows. Then I get that ‘Underwater Submarine Music Machine’ kind of feel. But I like that breeze. The cold isn’t as bad as i thought it would be. However, i do like on-land submarines. Submarine Music Machine it is.
I really like this podcast episode. Oooh and my SONG is about to come on. It just has that Sunday morning kind of vibe. I wonder if there is any one out there who bumps to their music hard while driving. I really have never seen anyone driving an jamming to their own loud happy tunes. That jamming gene must have really manifested itself in me. I am still waiting for that day when a car passes by me and it’s a one man party up in there.
Yes! The song is here. Boogie time
(Lord – Alexander O’Neal [bah samba mix] ).

Eh! It’s a miracle the way that song gets to me mad. And my cheeks are hurting so much. I can’t stop smiling. And these smiles are always the goofiest. That! is how music is supposed to make you feel. Good vibes. DSC_1274

Wait, what’s going on? I didn’t realize I was moving so slowly. Uh-uh..
Is this vehicle breaking down??
Negatory. No one has time for that. C’mon baba, let’s go! You can do this very easily. I’m sorry I didn’t feed you. I promise you I will fill your tummy, just to compensate but brother, do NOT fail me now.
Damn it! Its not even your tummy, it’s your energy.
My battery is dead.

The battery is dead. The battery is dead. The battery is dead. What am I going to do?? Okay, hazards are on. Now get out and go put up that triangle car sign.
The ground is so cold. Oh. You haven’t worn your shoes. Let’s not worry about that. But yawa it’s cold. This skirt is really allowing my squeks to marinate in that cold eh.
I removed it. I removed the triangle. Why did you remove the triangle? Did you not see this brother looking like he wanted to break down this Sunday morning? But there are some branch like looking things. When did it rain? Now my feet are pretty muddy. Mud is so soft.DSC_1405

I have the branches, I have the hazard on. Okay. Now time to make a phone call.
Crap. 1% of charge is left. Okay, now I have to make a wise decision on who to call. This phone call can only take 5 seconds. I have to fit very crucial words in those five seconds before I decide to Hulkify myself and carry this car down the highway.
Jonathan is calling me. Maybe he has seen me.
Helllooo? Yup, its me. The battery is dead. Yeah, that would be nice. Thanks. Bye.

Next investment plan, jumper cables. I really need jumper cables. I wish I knew the number for those Chloride Exide guys off head. They have one of those rescue services.
Jumper cables. The number for Chloride Exide Rescue Services. Note to self.
I need to get the car off the road. This is possibly the worst place to be.
Is someone stopping? Yes! Jonathan looks like he is here. But that’s not him.
“Hi! The battery is dead. No, i don’t have cables. You do? Oh bless! Okay, let me get it open.”DSC_1408

I don’t even know these guys. Such nice people.
Damn. i’ll get mud all over the chair.
Can. I. Reach. It.
There is a traffic build up. I never thought i would be the cause of traffic. Now i can direct those really angry typical driver thoughts to myself. Ha, the grass is greener on the ‘sitting-in-traffic side.
Oh, there’s another car. Jonathan’s here!

“Jonathan! I’msogladyousawmesoiwasjustdrivingkickingitandthenthecarjustsloweddownandstoppedandnowhereiam.” Inhale Imeldah. Stop panicking. You’re fine okay? The car is being jump started and you can use Jonathan’s phone. There is no need to panic.
This pep talk isn’t working? Okay. Phone call made. No success. There goes all the calm I had.
Jonathan. You were on your way to hospital?! Yes! Yes! You can go. I shall be fine. Alright. Bye.

Okay, cables set, time to start this misbehaving kijana.
“He’s running! But barely. There is one more problem, he doesn’t have fuel. There is a station right after the round about. But who will stay with the car? You will? Okay, i can go with your brother.”
Just let me get my shoes. . . .DSC_1288

What is this morning? Ha! I cannot believe this. These street camera’s should send me that footage so i can watch later and laugh at this disaster. Oh. There’s a station.

“Boss, my car has no fuel and its on Lang’ata Road, unaweza niwekea kwa kibuyu? Sina kibuyu. The biggest one you can find.”
Get a kibuyu. Note to self.
He is giving me in a kibuyu. Yup! I know it helps that I’m female. Thank you for stopping. I honestly had no idea of what I was going to do. I clearly have never been in this situation before. Oh. He’s done. Okay, let’s go back.

Crap. A cop is flagging us down. Now here, a curve ball has been throw my way. On a Sunday? I can already feel him scheming plans. Or maybe its because the car has caused so much traffic. now he has tracked down the owner and he has come to arrest me. But is it an offence?
The turn we made was illegal? No way. How is it that its illegal? Its not! There is no sign indicating that this turn cannot be made. There is one exactly like this on Mbagathi way and one almost like this at Capital Center. Why don’t you go and set up secret posts there like you have here? Why are you hiding to find these people? If it was wrong, why won’t you put a station right beside the road and wait for people. This double standard way of action is one of the thickest roots to the constant stagnation in development in this country of ours.

The station.
This place is quiet. Well except these guys out here. Three police men, one huge thermos, three cups. They sound really happy. They look happy too. I wonder what responsibilities they are avoiding as police men today. Or maybe they have none. Probably that’s why they are so happy. I’d be just as happy if I had nothing to do and I had a big thermos full of chai on such a cold morning.DSC_1403
This guy has taken some time in there. Oh, there he is.
Forgiven? Eh! That Sunday spirit must be warm in this guys heart. Or maybe its the tea. It must be the tea.
For the last time, its go time.

There’s no massive backlog of traffic? Hallelujah.
Oh oh oh. We must have kept his brother waiting for so long.
Anyway, we’re here now. Time to feed this child. What if he doesn’t wake up. What is now the engine is the one with a problem. Then I have to go get those mean mugging defenders to come tow this baba.

My hands smell like fuel. A lot of it is on my hands.
DSC_1308Is that a tow truck? Now i’m just imagining things.  I would just walk all the way to them at the round about. That’s not too far. Is it? Well, my shoes won’t survive. They are barely holding it together now seeing as mud has laced them. It was their time anyway.
Please start. Please. I will lie if i say that I can take more of this.
He heard me! He’s ALIVE!
“Thank you guys so much! I really would not know what to do if you guys hadn’t stopped by. Oh. My name is Imeldah. Brooks and Jeff. Asante sana! Nairobi needs more people like you. Have a great day. Bless! Bless!”

Home time!
I can’t believe this. I still haven’t showered.


Bazuli Bemhalaba.

Tonight, my camera could have been taken.

Greetings Earth Dwellers,

A couple of nights ago we went on adventure.


Nairobi at night is an adventure.
My camera could be taken. Definitely not in line with my will. He took it cause he needed the money, He can’t bear to live on these streets anymore. The night is getting colder and so is his heart. He needs to run from the streets. His dream isn’t to run the streets. His only hope is that it never will be.

However, he isn’t bothering me tonight. His attention is at the end of the street more than it is with my camera.

My camera could be taken. By those people watching the car. I can’t see them, my subject can’t either. My sight is trapped in the studio of my mind as I try and compose my shot. “Move to the left?” Its not enough. “To the left again?” Damn. Now its too much. “Now to the right. STOP! That’s perfect” And its like I can finally breathe normally again. The wheels turn faster, The wind blows colder. We were five, now we are two. Where are the rest? Probably on the next street. I should have noticed. Of course the wind was warning me. I turn, Behind me there are two silhouettes. Dammit. I should run.

This man, is bothering me tonight. His attention isn’t wavered, it isn’t altered. He is coming straight for me.

They look relatively young. But old enough to be out at this time of the night. They have camera’s that look super fancy. But why at this time of the night? They can’t be. Can they? I think i have been seated in this car for too long. Those three are escaping. Let me get these two.


I knew I should have run. But he doesn’t look dangerous. He is here anyway, lets face this speed bump. The questions begin. What am I doing here? What is my name? What do i do? What do i want with this building? What do i do again? Aargh! I’m tired of these questions. Get to the point. “We are policemen. This is wrong. What do yo mean why? Are you not Kenyan? Don’t take me for a fool. ” He is getting angry. I am tired of this session. He is being stubborn. My turn. “I’m sorry. I can show you what I shot. I can delete the ones you know are a threat to security. No, I do not take you for a fool. No, I am not being sarcastic. None are a threat? Oh! How lucky I am.” Totally being sarcastic. He is calm. Why was he angry before? His turn. “We are under attack. Everyone is watching everyone. You have to be careful. Anyone can be one of them. Its not safe. Take those pictures during the day, not at night. Its the same thing” The sun is on a black sky canvas with stars at night, changing the light OBVIOUSLY. Sure. Its the same thing. I agree. I walk away.

He is no longer bothering me tonight. He has a family to get to. It was a temporary mix of a world he had no idea of. He had to explore. Or maybe he was doing his duty? Who knows these days.

My camera could be taken. Its a new location, safest location as decided from our little discussion. We park. So much energy now. Nothing can stop us here. The road is abandoned but there is some music from somewhere. Nikons and Canons come out to play. A group of five turns into doubles and single streams of creations. My subject stands beneath the light. It makes a halo around her hair. Like a crown of fire. A security guard mumbles something loud enough to attract our attention. We walk towards him. I mean, who else could he be talking to? “Not you.” Clearly he enjoys his own company. Back to the light that burns. She wears her crown of fire again. Glorious.

“Excuse! Excuse Madam!” A security guard, a different one.

He is CLEARLY bothering me tonight. He shall do it with a purpose, without distraction and with calculation.
‘Who are you? What are you doing here? What are you? Oh Photographers? And who told you this place is for taking pictures?” Who told you the air around you is for breathing? Another scenario. I hope this on blows over quicker. “Let me see those pictures”  I show him. He sees them. He ignores them. “Who told you this place is for shooting?” He grabs my camera.


Give it back? Why? Cause its not yours. I take a step closer, then a step back. My guess is that be isn’t going to woo his girlfriend with the smell of his new cologne; alcohol. He dangles the camera. I’m getting angry. My voice is rising. He is mumbling a lot and dangling my camera. I get louder. I’m shaking. “Calm down.” CALM DOWN? I walk away. The other three come. Level headed. Settled. “Out of all the places in Nairobi, you decided to come take pictures here? What is so special about this place? You know it’s not right.” Give me a reason why its not right! No valid reason? I’m not surprised. Calm down? Look at the way he is holding the camera. He will damage it! I will not calm down. I feel five, The bully took my toy. I need it back, Is this where I am supposed to protect my property? He is shouting. The three who were level headed are now two. Now were both fuming. He says more words, I only catch a few. Money, Ego. Illegal. Afford. Another one down. Now we’re three fuming. We talk to his college. We explain. He is your boss? No wonder you can’t tell him to calm down. The two out of our quintet carry on. They are still calm, they are strong. A phone is produced, a number is dialed. “Hello Head Office. We have a problem with one of your people. What happened? What happened is that the level or reason-ability is not being reciprocated. Apology accepted. You are sending a team? Thank you” Superman is on the way. Rather, just his superiors. The two continue to reason with him, but his mind is scattering and his voice travelling. Shouting must be his talent.
The team arrives, Fear is in his eyes. I kind of smile. GIVE IT BACK! Give it back now! One of the two takes it. Their patience had just run out.

He bothered me tonight. He bothered me and five others tonight. He bothered us tonight. And whats more, My camera could have been taken.

Nairobi at night is indeed an adventure. And i guess these pictures are not a matter of national security. Go figure.
Bazuli Bemhlaba.

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Greetings Earth Dwellers,

Nairobi happens to be filled with a vast selection of artists who can feed your every desire. Whether it is photographers who focus on Nairobi’s beautiful skyline, poets who tell stories of their childhood and dark nights of their adolescence, musicians who sing of love, butterflies, joy and all things sunshine or fashion bloggers who continue to inspire your every day wear, Nairobi has it all.

William “Nyeks” Kanyeki.

Meet William Kanyeki, artist, founder, designer and all that jazz of Nyeks Apparel which is dedicated to well designed stuff with a dose of creativity, they are made for the young, old, fun, serious, geeks and artists who want a change.

It happens to be much more than that.  Anyone who has seen this design has been attracted to its authenticity and uniqueness in the designs; Chikitiki and the Nyekitiki

So, we took a trip, one hour out of Nairobi armed with a random pair of heels. Lindsay, Quentin ( the Live Props 🙂 ) and Nikola to capture the ChikiTiki on film? memory card. 🙂

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Now, Machakos.

It is a beautiful place and is greener than what most people perceive about it. Its made up of flat land that extends to the horizon and just before it gets there, its captures by a hill that is reaching for the heavens. The sun (thank heavens) wasn’t too hot and there was the occasional perfect breeze that reminded us of what season we were in.


Nikola :) Our impromptu but amazing shoot director.





Even though it is only one hour away, Machakos was beyond amazing and temporarily satisfied our wanderlust.


Bazuli Bemhlaba

Sunrise, Moonrise.

Greeting earth dwellers,

Every morning, the spectacle of the rising sun is with us. We get to watch the colors in the sky morph into different shades and tones, no matter how cloudy it may be, that beautifully tells the world good morning and visibly gives life to everything its rays touch. The sun is the earth’s fire, strong and very penetrative, sometimes even deathly. However, no matter what, the sun awakes in the calmest and purest form and starts a cycle of focus and diligent work from farmer to lawyer, teacher to soldier.

The moon rises in the evening with splendor and grace. Starting in its graying beauty, the moon rises above the sky lines and concrete jungles all over the world. The moon is a symbol of peace and danger, of purity and so much sensuality. As she rises, she brings in a new era every single day. For some, hope others renewal, others peace.

No matter where you are, the sun and the moon always release energies that are absolutely beautiful.

“But the Sun and the Moon
They share more than we know
For over the years both have
Withstood many similar a blow

And still they love one another
unbiased and unjudged
Knowing both their faces
Are tainted and smudged”


Bazuli Bemhlaba.

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Beneath the leaves.

Greetings Earth dwellers,

Today we delve into our mind and pick at the memories and go back to where this all began: the Kinale forest. Beneath the leaves that delicately filtered the sunlight, the idea of Bazuli Bemhlaba was born.

The forest is located just past Kijabe on the way the way to Naivasha. On this particular day, we purposed to be at the forest by sunrise. The sunrise caught us halfway through the journey. . . :(. HOWEVER! The light that the morning sun provided was too nyummy for us to ignore (and we had woken up too early, and left home early to go back! Mission must be completed!)

It was cold,  really cold. The fog settled right above the round like a protective blanket with thin air just above it. The forest had quite the mysterious feel, almost enchanting.

When the sun finally came out from beyond the heavy morning clouds, it was like glorious birth. Everything had life. Everything opened up. Including us. The heavy jackets came off and we came out of our cocoons and enjoyed nature and the life and beauty it holds. Keep planting trees to have forests that are beauties such as this!

Here is to Kinale Forest; you are quite the spectacle!

“We walked into the arms of the forest…”
Ishmael Beah

Bazuli Bemhlaba.




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A tale of innate beauty…

Greetings Earth Dwellers,

This past weekend we awoke to a journey that begun with stories of flat tires and minimal car races that led to quite a bit of above ground action. 😀

Our plan was to capture the beautiful sunrise from the Mwea rice farms and though we ended up missing it, we still had an interesting experience at the farms learning how to strobe.

After making a quick stop at the Tana River bridge, to shoot, our trip had come to an end.

From witnessing and shooting our first solar ring to jamming to  https://youtu.be/kvohZWSMUVQ?list=PL91182146F2482AB7 in the car, its always a whole lot of fun touring our beautiful country, sharing new experiences and meeting new people.

“The world is a book and those who do not travel read only one page.”
Augustine of Hippo

Bazuli Bemhlaba.





Surrender to the light

Greetings earth dwellers,

It’s that time of the week again! 🙂 Today we give you a glimpse of our trip to Hell’s Gate and Lake Elementaita this past weekend. A day spent with fellow photographers chasing light…and surrendering to it.

“Light makes photography. Embrace it. Admire it. Love it. But above, all know light. Know it for all you are worth, and you will know the key to photography.”

-George Eastman

Bazuli Bemhlaba