The Garang Guni-cum-Photographer

Sometimes i feel like a old and quaint rags-and-bone man. To be precise, i assume the alter ego of a Garang guni man whenever i think of my friends. To me, they seem like an old collection of action figurines from a bygone era. To a bystander, i would have seem mad, constantly admiring and polishing the figurines.

And i sit, a forlorn gnarled figure slumped against a dust-caked window. A thin stream of golden sunlight struggles to penetrate the mustard yellow glass. Brillant, the figurines are sent aglow with pride as do the lines on th Garang guni man glimmer with beads of sweat.

A motley collection of figurines? Yes and a bit odd too? But i don't care a bit. And so i beseech you, my friends to let me be your photographer... Let me take a gaze at you when i can, capturing a frame shot now and then. Let me see what has changed within you since the last time we meet. Allow me to observe your growth and change over the gradual passage of time.

And i will do my job in an unobtrusive manner, beside you when you are down and silently next to the pews when you wed with joy. And my eyes shall be my lens whilst my humble memories shall serve as film.

As i labour on silently in my work, may i hope that this will amount to something positive and be of humble use one day. My friends, all of you...