Comic Journalism

While some snap photos, film scenes or find the words to describe events, I sketch, doodle, drawing and paint what I see while I see it.

A Societal Storyteller

Where there’s black smoke, there’s a burning tyre.

We walk towards the rising tower and flaming rubber. We’re a group of journalists wandering around Joza, documenting the violence that has erupted in the community. The photographer beside me starts framing the scene through her lens: angry orange, a littered street, loitering spectators, a smudged sky.

“No photos. No photographs. Go away.” A young boy waves at the camera and furiously shakes his head. “No photographs!”

“Sorry, I’m sorry,” she says as she lowers her camera and moves across the street. (more…)

Fees, freedom and the fallen

Our history hurts, and without education, freedom is dumb because people are trapped by the crimes of time. Although the blade has fallen on fees, how do we account for the suffering and desperation of our communities?


Rising students and Joza’s community in crisis

The students are rising so that fees will fall. At the same time, the Joza community crippled by xenophobic crimes and widespsread looting, which wash the streets in chaos and shards of glass.  (more…)

Marching for our future

Education is key to the liberation of our nation.

And so we march for a future of educated leaders, active citizens and a sense of community which transcends a history that still hurts.

And so we march against the crimes of past times, and towards a future that is as bright as the youth who are fighting for their rights.

And so we march – for our brothers, sisters, neighbours and lovers; teachers, friends and future leaders. We march for all. (more…)