Chioma Ebinama: TIPOTA
ΤΊΠΟΤΑ - TIPOTA - NOTHING
Things I know for sure (In no particular order):
- I am sowing what plot that I have while dreaming of a future without enclosures.
- Surrounded by alien language I have been suffering what I call a period of wordlessness, as if my tongue, the sound of my voice in my mind, have been left somewhere in the Atlantic. I am reshaping myself in a new, foreign context.
- I am often fatigued by the world of ideas, that phallic white planet, that leads me to forget that I am the natural form of emptiness 1.
- I am continually grieving my whiteful ways 2.
- In the whiteful world, I am either subhuman or superhuman. If I can’t be human I reject both and align myself with other beings.
- It gives me peace to know no matter what I do or make I remain a speck in the sands of geological time.
- Drawing is a self-conscious journey. I surrender to my intuition.
- Though I may lose myself in the forest of fear, I always return to the sea of love.
- Belonging is to be understood and to understand others.
- Now is all that’s left.
1 Anderson, Laurie, et al. “Natural Form of Emptiness.”Songs from the Bardo, 2019.
2 Clifton, Lucille. “Apology (to the Panthers).”How to Carry Water: Selected Poems of Lucille Clifton, BOA EDITIONS, LIMITED, S.l., 2021.