Setting the future in motion –

Wonderful to see these two inspiring young Africans engaging with each other on “the art of creating“.  With Emmanuel, Donald
and other artists like them, our future is set in motion

 

EMMANUEL IDUMA: Is there some sense in thinking that being an artist cannot mean being just one thing? That creativity transcends technique or form?

DONALD MOLOSI: Absolutely. When history’s legendary griots told stories they did not pause to ponder whether they were dancers, singers, actors or performance historians. They just put out the art, and that is what art is…an energy that you never know how it will manifest itself, how it will opt to be birthed. In that way, our obsession with categorization of talents is a loss of some sort.

IDUMA: It’s fascinating that your writing has a life of its own. It morphs across genres. Is this some form of textual justice — to work with a genre that is befitting for an idea? This is considering the fact that your writing ranges from short stories to meditative essays, mostly poems?

MOLOSI: You know, I can sit here and say that my writing is separate from my acting which is separate from my singing, and that is true on some level. But essentially these are all my instruments and as such play different tunes of my politics. The tune, the content always picks its genre, its instrument. I do not decide what will become a play or a poem or a short story. Essentially, I write and perform from a mostly unconscious place and that is perhaps the reason for that lack of predictable categorization for my work.

IDUMA: I think of superimposition in respect to Haiti Can Hold Me, maybe because Sokari Ekine is a wonderful Aunt-writer. Do you have strong Haiti sentiments?

MOLOSI: My politics as a person are global. I have strong sentiments about the world and Haiti is a part of the world. You will see in my writing and acting work that I jump from Haiti to Zimbabwe to England to Uganda…that has been my experience. I am not rooted. Sokari Ekine, a great writer and inspiration, was kind enough to publish my poem about Haiti on BlackLooks and that rippled to its being published in New Internationalist and so forth until it reached Haiti itself and I was absolutely humbled.