Paradise Inquest
Windrush Film Festival Featured
Written by By Kaine Connike & Onismo MuhlangaStarring Jordan Wilson-AlexanderDirected by Onismo MuhlangaAsisistant Camera by Hari MehrotraEdited & Colour by Onismo MuhlangaArt by Kaine Connike & Jordan Wilson-AlexanderWords of Luke HutchinsonMusic Composition by Onismo MuhlangaLocated in Newport, South Wales
Gratitude to Yvonne Connike and Cinema Golau
For search of Freedom, As one aims to be, free. Windrush revealed the inability to inderstand this unchartered, uneasy and unfamiliar societal realm during an environment that was unsprayed not only for the existing residences but for 1948s generation of incredible souls. We join the searching emotion for this promised paradise but really is that what we see and reveal? Walking these streets in aid of finding of paradise we see what's really at the surface.
Self preservation alongside protection were the substantial elements of each soul throughout. Thus having ongoing growth through this protection of family. Family, love, culture and tradition are what makes us who we are regardless of birthplace so this challenge of desecration caused no affect on what was deeply embedded, of course nativity was not overlooked, the scars on the amour evidentially speaks for themselves.
Written by By Kaine Connike & Onismo MuhlangaStarring Jordan Wilson-AlexanderDirected by Onismo MuhlangaAsisistant Camera by Hari MehrotraEdited & Colour by Onismo MuhlangaArt by Kaine Connike & Jordan Wilson-AlexanderWords of Luke HutchinsonMusic Composition by Onismo MuhlangaLocated in Newport, South Wales
Gratitude to Yvonne Connike and Cinema Golau
For search of Freedom, As one aims to be, free. Windrush revealed the inability to inderstand this unchartered, uneasy and unfamiliar societal realm during an environment that was unsprayed not only for the existing residences but for 1948s generation of incredible souls. We join the searching emotion for this promised paradise but really is that what we see and reveal? Walking these streets in aid of finding of paradise we see what's really at the surface.
Self preservation alongside protection were the substantial elements of each soul throughout. Thus having ongoing growth through this protection of family. Family, love, culture and tradition are what makes us who we are regardless of birthplace so this challenge of desecration caused no affect on what was deeply embedded, of course nativity was not overlooked, the scars on the amour evidentially speaks for themselves.
Poem by Luke Hutchinson
Poem by Luke Hutchinson
FreedomAs one aims.. to be.. freeFor if only they seen its a state of being rather than what state or country they fleeing.. Abundance is everywhere In nature and more so..in clean air.. But the city does provide nourishment for material desiresBut now I've freed my dome.. My mind eloped previous inner toxic quarantined zones so many thoughts i couldn't invokeNow a force i align with...A fort we build...To tear down the evils who poke and poison our vessels with pills...How does one get to freedom..How can one really feel free when the being cant be due to riddled toxicity The mentality faraway from optimal Now the majority walk with fatal stepsUngrateful for life a face so vexedBut innerstand i do As paradise they fleedWhen they had that growing already in the form of trees.. Traded nature for concrete Twas barefeet with the earth.. the soil.. nourished..Peak states... the soul... Flourished
Now disconnected we be Although we supposedly came to be free.. Lured baited in by the treacherous powers that be... We are like monkeys living in a city Away from home.. such gritTraded a 360 view of paradise for a 4 walled deoxygenating coffin they call a home... As they long to perish Sick of being tired...Tired of being sick.. Overworked.. Life was free.. The tree provides everything one needs to be... But of course who am I to speak sat on my privileged high horse.....There's levels to this life.. How can one be born into such strife?...Are these supposed random horrendous incarnations really the plan of the divine.. Which for me surely gives a sign there's something way deeper underlying.. Beyond current comprehension.. Features of incoherent hurt can we empower estranged cowards allow us to breathe again….Amongst the flowersBe free again....Be me again... We been one many eon now lets neo in neon.