Fallon Mayanja
From a back-and-forth movement from past to future, from future to past; from the earth to the universe.
We become elements, waters, plants, lands, stars, more and others.
We exist in all spaces and times to extend our presence.
The sun gets gray - as fire turns ashes
Leaving me no choices
but - to - wait
I tried to close myself
I tried to exclude myself
To return particle to leave with no hate
In revolt is glory
So we will begin to see
That Plants will grow - through all concrete
'cause plants we are
And our leaves will go far
Planting - haunting – Without burying – Being
If the Nile starts in my blood
As red as a filament
as flexible as a firmament
My real name ain’t Victoria
I am a dried-up spring called Mayanja
With egypt it goes as reminder of truth
To arrive in my new land
To remind me what i have lend
An identity, A futurity
But i ll melt to become a memory
we exist in all spaces and times to extend our presence
Between forms and manifestations - statements are made
Lorsque le ciel m'a asséché pour rendre à la rivière l'eau que je lui ai volée
je me suis retrouvé.e à nouveau damné.e
Moi Néphélé - condamné.e à la terre
particule de cendre feu et feu né.e
centaure et sagittaire