Letter to Eric Lafforgue.

Below is a letter I wrote to Eric Lafforgue on his Flickr. I may write his name in full, exhuming a confidence that I am well acquainted in his works and persona, but I certainly had never heard of him, before I wrote him this letter. I am yet to google him. I soon will. I gather he is big on photography and internationally acclaimed. So he claims. But that didn't stop me from seeing what he was really trying to do. I landed on his photo blog via a friend who shared one of his photos on my Facebook.

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Hello Eric,

You don't know me.  It's not tremendously important that you do know me, at this juncture, unless you wanna sponsor my flight from Europe to Africa, where I fancy living on a collective farm with people who hardly  wear clothes or experience civilization.  Before you click hastily away from this letter and back to your lifestyle, let me alert you to something you may not or may have noticed. AS much as you have breathtaking photographs, the message is non the clearer. You are an agent of propaganda, not entirely but generally. Sadly, this message you wish to convey has been done by people long before you and even after you are gone, others will. In that case you are not any special or different. Thing is, you will never succeed ( although you are really trying to), because those before you never did, and neither will those after. Albeit, I highly encourage the photos that portray the different cultures around the world and I find them exhilarating, that I appreciate. How extremely important is it to show a picture of a naked boy standing on a tree stump? I gather you think its 'beautiful'. No problem. Or, how about of your showing all the African kids 'made to look' like they are suffering from malnutrition? I am sure this is something that happens world over. I can bet on it that, that is definitely not unique or not  part of the culture. And even if I would give you the benefit of doubt that you we're taking the photo because it was 'beautiful', I am surprised at how you traversed the whole of Africa to not finding, not even one, 'beautiful' (as the lot of you bunch call it) child who is 'well dressed' and 'happy'. Certainly that wouldn't appeal well to your audience, would it? But as we all know the devil and his dealings, he squeezes in little proportions of lies in a basket full of truth. Nazi mbovu, harabu ya nzima.


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I hope my message to Eric is clear. I salute him...with my middle finger.


How many men would want to marry this girl. I definately would. So precious. Makes me cringe.

Ps: Song of the week