An Inventory of Thoughts

Kano. After 7 hours of journey, we got here. At this stage in the journey, it feels like time is slipping through the crevices of the palms. Nostalgia is already lurking around – once in a while it pricks the consciousness, like the twitching of a right eye. What have I failed to see? A question no different from asking “am I going blind?”. It is time to see differently. So I begin with an inventory of thoughts in a collection of images:
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The Zibatex Lady and her companions. Kwari Market, Kano

 

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“I am waiting… as if time is not a thing”. Kwari Market, Kano

 

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“Everyone is first a suspect”. Kwari Market, Kano

 

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“See these clouds above my head? They are my stories interwoven. They follow me everywhere I go”. Sabin Gari, Kano

 

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“Can we outpace our norms? Should we? Must we?” Kwari Market, Kano.

 

 

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“One day, I will tell a story about veils”. Kwari Market, Kano.

 

 

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“One day, I will tell a story about eyes”. Kwari, Market. Kano