The road to hell is NOT paved with good intentions

In fact it is probably NOT paved at all...

Back to the Ghetto for Jesus & Romero

I'm still disconnected...

My bleeding pores and clammy hands have given way to flaking ashy skin and the hollowed (yeah right) cavities of my gaunt cheeks have welcomed back the calorific horrors of my decadent blameless 'liveable' life of surplus.

I'm still with you pain, red bleeding ground of multifarious deaths and counterintuitive citrus fruit...

Uzo! Uzo!

Hugo Boss is coming O!

The Electronic Enabler

The intro to Fela Kuti's "Water no get enemy" is a poignantly powerful soundtrack for my feeble generation. Its easy to critique from a distance: Physically, emotionally and morally removed...Look at it long enough and the pain suffering of many can be reduced an abstract seen from a moving vehicle.

My camera focused on the rain droplets on the windscreen outside a PNHC petrol station and handed me a free metaphor I lost in translation.

Sunday Sunday: Ndi Uka

A congregation in search of a temple - give generously

Sunday not quite best:

Afrovangelism cannot be addressed by pictures alone - they might give an impressionistic rendering; the riot of colour and sheer mass of bodies - but they CANNOT. Even film can barely communicate the sheer human impact of a crowd contorted in immense hope, feeling and desperation. Fervent, devout, desperate and angry prayer. Non of that genteel quiet storm. Awe inspiring and slightly disturbing. But as long as it remains a force for good in the real world...

Mummy Mummy at the centre of another prayer cataclysm

It seems churlish to attack those without response but this choir failed to stir my atheist soul

...Make the crooked way straight...

So a specific brand of 'Afrovangelism' is rife in southern Nigeria - in keeping with the looming apocalypse.
While I wish I could transcribe the audience's responses to this inevitable piece of roadside carnage(Blooood of Jesus!) the original images will have to suffice.

Graft