A Graphic Novel about my Nigerian childhood memories, created after 22 years. A story of life, love and loss.
' And having memories is still not enough. If there are a great many, one must be
able to forget them, and one must have the patience to wait until they
return. For the memories are not what's essential. It's only when they
become blood within us, become our nameless looks and signs that are
no longer distinguishable from ourselves—not until then does it
happen that, in a very rare moment, the first word of a verse rises in
their midst and goes forth from among them.'
(taken from Rainer Maria Rilke's ' The notebooks of Malte Laurids Brigge')