The Nahmias Cipher Report

A plant bears from the fecundity of the soil in which it takes root. Our progenitors are the original farmers and we their crop. It was up to them to nurture and protect us, but broken people are want and often sow their bitterness into the trough.

“Find a guy who calls you beautiful instead of hot… wait for the boy who kisses your forehead, who wants to show you off to the world when you are in sweats, who holds your hand in front of his friends, who thinks you’re just as pretty without makeup on. One who is constantly reminding you of how much he cares and how lucky his is to have you…. The one who turns to his friends and says, ‘that’s her.’” ~ Anonymous

Ellsworth Kelly is a 21st century American artist. The simplicity of the image sums up humanities’ eternal quest for understanding. Perfectly sublime. This artist, like Mark Rothko, who is another favorite, was part of the color field painting and the minimalist school.

Cattle for wives. The plight of a daughter when an expat goes rogue.

The sculpture and photographic images that attract most, sing siren songs, and speak to the lonely space in the terrain between body and soul. A space simultaneously inhabited yet vacant, and until now, indescribable.

A woman can loose her way in the wilderness of life; but if she will revisit her inner child and nurture her, she will in the end, reclaim her voice.

“13 Months of Sunshine” is particularly accessible because it is written in English with some Amharic dialogue. Non-Amharic speaking audiences will be able to achieve rare insight into Ethiopian culture, while enjoying a well-written story that will speak to all immigrants. It is a subtle commentary on the West and in particular, America.

Ayanna Nahmias, Editor-in-Chief Last Modified: 03:54 AM EDT, 24 November 2009 LAGOS, Nigeria – It was 1970 when my father announced that we would be moving to Ile Ife, Nigeria. The move was precipitated by an incident in which my father was unjustly arrested by a racist policeman while driving me and my siblings home [...]

When a person has no roots, they cannot weather the storms of life. When a person doesn’t know who they are, they will try to be anyone. When a person stands for nothing, they will fall for anything. Platitudes spoken throughout the ages, yet ever true even with repetition.