Art: Gao Xingjian, the evanescence of a presence. 

Don’t be afraid, come on now, and let me try to soothe you.

I know, I know, the curtain is coming down on the holy weekend, and some of us can't help but feel a little lonely as the reality of the impending weeklong rat race creeps in.

And no, I’m not a big name, nor a big star, but I’ll try to play the prose for you, the symphony of my little musings, intending to be a balm upon your soul.

Now, where to begin?

Oh, ‘My Husband is Pregnant!’ That’s it, that’s the herald's refrain.

How? Well, that’s the paradox we are looking forward to as April kicks off in earnest.

Oh, pardon me, I must have been carried away to the far end of the calendar, for just a few pages down to the weekend, a delight by Sons of Muju Production, ‘Fragments’, awaits!

And the question, “Everyone protects something. The question is... what?"

And I also forgot to mention that the theatre season is here. Well, the Theatre season is here. And what is more beautiful than art?

I’ve said it before, and I'll say it again: the purpose of art is to portray life as it is. When our world is joyous, art must reflect that beauty, but when our existence is beset with unrest, humiliation, and indignity, art must necessarily be equally drab and ugly.

Or one might say that the mission of art is to engage our most primal selves, to inflame our passion, and to provoke our insights.

It should inspire us to drink and brawl and “give our sensual race the rein.”

And that reminds me of Ukoo Flani Ndio Hii Album Launch. And also, I’m afraid of boring you with the lineup.

So, as you take your beverage, and maybe with a smoke, know that it is not at all dull. This month, we begin,

Why? Well, click here to find out ‘why’.