A good teacher can inspire hope

Dear ZedTears, A good teacher can inspire hope

A good teacher can inspire hope

“A good teacher can inspire hope, ignite the imagination, and instill a love of learning.” _Brad Henry

Design, Art direction, Post 
By Philip Abang

Kojo

Dear ZedTears. Kojo by Tambu Geeray

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So young Kojo ran as fast as his feeble legs could carry him. He knew he couldn’t outrun his pursuers but had to keep going.

Qotari’s voice echoed through the forest as though from a thousand sad choirs. “Run Kojo, run!”

He had just seen Qotari go down like a tree without roots. Was he dreaming?

“Shoot him, shoot his legs you fools”, he heard one of the men say.

What was happening? Who were these people and where have they emerged from? Would a lovely day turn bloody in split seconds? Was that the last he saw of Qotari?

Immersed in this sea of thoughts, he kept running and wouldn’t stop.

He was gasping for breath and in need of rest but the angry voices behind made it a luxury he couldn’t afford.

He would rather go down like a haunted endangered specie than see it coming…he thought with defiant finality.

The gunshots kept ringing behind him with bullets ricocheting against iroko trees all about. He heard a loud cry, more like a roar. That was the last he heard of Qotari, he knew.

“Shoot the kid! Don’t let him get away you bloody amateurs!”, he heard their leader yell out again.

Still buried in his thoughts while running, Kojo tripped on some undergrowth and went tumbling down a steep cliff into what turned out to be a cave.

Exhausted from the entire ordeal, he opened his eyes and looked around. A lion’s den, he thought. He was going to be devoured by whatever beast lived there, he realised helplessly.

There would be no rescue. He clenched his little fists in anguish and sobbed uncontrollably, convinced that it would end there.

Finally he opened his eyes facing the ceiling of the cave, he could only hear the angry voices of an angry lot. He gazed at all that lay around and above him, all he saw was sticky walls full of Spirogyra and stalactites.

Qotari was gone, he would follow sooner or later, vanished in a nightmare.

…The beginning…

_By Tambu Geeray

Tambu Geeray sent me a brief introduction to a book he is currently writing inspired by an African folklore. The story of Kojo, hailing from a tribe on the verge of extinction similar to a fictional documentary project I worked on about the life of Tora.

Worth checking out “Not Just a Pretty Face” also by Tambu GeerayGreat stuff!

Design, Art/Creative direction, Illustration, Post
By Philip Abang
Credit: Tambu Geeray - Kojo

Storybook

Verse 18. Storybook

Book...

Life is like a storybook; we go from one chapter to another flicking through one page and the next. Occasionally, we go back a few pages.

Some chapters are incredibly captivating, some are filled with tales of good tidings, smiles and laughter; some are a reflection of a horror movie while some are like a psychological thriller. Some are just too good to be true; fairy tales of a never ending story, and some are er… a head scratch!

Whatever the story, there are parallels to be drawn. Positive and negative are relatives. Making a summation on all chapters and turning it to a bestseller is an ultimate achievement.

Let’s make our stories bestsellers!

Design, Creative/Art direction, Post
By Philip Abang