#Democratic Republic of Congo
Sunday Shout-out: Democratic Republic of the Congo
The photography of Joseph Makula
Joseph Makula (born 1929) was a photographer from (then) Belgian Congo.
After joining the Force Publique, Makula served on the army newspaper, Sango ya biso, and in a military photographic laboratory. He left the army in 1956, and later joined the Congopresse agency, as their first African photographer.
He continued to work for Congopresse after independence, training a new generation of Zairean photographers. In 1968, Congopresse closed down and Makula set up his own business, Photo Mak, operating in Lemba, Kinshasa, until 1991.
#Africa in WWII
British propaganda poster from the Second World War, part of a series depicting service personnel from the colonial empire. This one features a soldier of the Royal West African Frontier Force. The names of the colonies appear on either side.
"They just like taking pictures, these NGO people, like maybe we are their real friends and relatives and they will look at the pictures later and point us out by name to other friends and relatives once they get back to their homes. They don’t care that we are embarrassed by our dirt and torn clothing, that we would prefer they didn’t do; they just take the pictures anyway, take and take."
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#Malawi Stock Exchange
#African Stock Exchanges
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My grandfather in his youth.
A brilliant, handsome, passionate man who was forced by apartheid to a life as a bicycle messenger for over 40 years (amongst the many indignities of apartheid, including having to beg the authorities permission to share a home with his wife who was a different ethnic group - that was against the law, divide and conquer). It slowly killed his spirit and eventually his whole being.
20 years since the first democratic elections and I will never forgive or forget. No sir. I “met” my grandfather once but not in pleasant circumstances. I was a crawling baby playing around his coffin surrounded by older women in my family saying goodbye to yet another Black person who never lived his true life, but instead lived a life as merely an instrument of white supremacy.
Colonialism, apartheid…white supremacy took so much from us.
It isn’t quite her gun that attracted me to this pic, but her posture. Powerful.