I Cant See, 2010 (first mixtape ever concept)
please kill me, 2011 (second mixtape concept)
blood at sawa, 2012 (first Eritrean rebellion poem)
angelus pics + poem, 2013 (first single rollout)
written by skinny wrist, 2017 (first visual script written)
For Sale
A clothing brand. Soon, we will all eat.
2017
(first clothing brand idea) scrapped
Season 1
I have been on the streets all day but my mom is calling me back home. But understand I can't go back home full handed. Please I have tissues for messes, gum for your satisfaction, and newspapers to keep you up to date. Maybe this will convince you. What I got right here mister and madam, might peak your interest. A mutual stress reliever. It will release yours while reliving mine out of my hands. I got two different flavors but it has the same taste. Pick your remedy and give me something I can take back.
Season 2
When a woman reassert their relationship with their wildlish nature, they are gifted. They become so bereft, so agitated, so longing, they eventually pursue the nature. In any conditions, they will search under, over for a clue, a sign that she lives and that they haven't lost their chance. Once they pick up the trail, it's natural for her to ride hard to catch up, clear off everything, break the rules, stop the world to show they can't live without her any longer.
Season 3
I always wanted to be an artist. Someone like Marlene Dumas or Julie Mehretu. My wardrobe was limited. I grew a bond with the same denim stitching. Most of the time over here you don't have a choice but to grow a bond with your clothes. My same old jeans contributed to my artistic hopes by being my personal canvas. Soon enough, everyone in the neighborhood grew in awe and wanted my services to finally have different colored jeans. My mom said If I keep it up, the colonizers will take notice. I don't know, maybe one day they will be for sale.