The Matrix Spat Me Out, and I Love It
I spent years trying to make myself fit a conventional life. Eventually I started wondering whether the failures were not evidence that something was …
I spent years trying to make myself fit a conventional life. Eventually I started wondering whether the failures were not evidence that something was …
I think I’ve finally admitted something to myself: art is the most important thing to me. Work, money, technology and all the practical machinery …
Essays and observations by DAVIEY on identity, ambition, belief, art and the small absurdities through which a life reveals itself.
Music, film, writing, art and systems by DAVIEY. Made in Nairobi, connected by questions of dignity, identity, survival and the freedom to create.
The Fateci Caso essay imprint: looking beneath labels, inherited explanations and other people’s verdicts to inspect the experience underneath.
What happens when extraordinary minds become prisoners of their own hesitation, while lesser talents boldly seize the opportunities they were too afraid to pursue? …
She said she was a nice person. Then came the little comments about my mother, my absent father, and the life she thought I …
A personal Fateci Caso essay on dismissal, hunger, kindness, inexplicably uncollected rent and the work that kept a future imaginable.
The early collected writing of Davies Musau: poems on selfhood, belief, class, love and the pressure to become acceptable, alongside short fiction.
A planned annotated return to the early poems: what the younger writer saw, what persists, and what the work looks like from here.
Mortality, postponed lives and compromised conscience in the early fiction of Davies Musau, with a continuing home for short stories.
A writer inherits an old typewriter and unfinished manuscripts. The invitation to begin again becomes a disturbing question of authorship, memory and choice.
Sometimes hiding protects us. Sometimes it protects the version of ourselves that only survives as long as nobody asks it to become real.
Some doors did not open. Some projects collapsed. Some versions of my future simply refused to happen. I am beginning to suspect that none …
Two complementary Nairobi screen stories: opportunity and creation in daylight, consequence and unanswered questions after dark.
A scripted visual-podcast episode about inherited identity, internal authority and the voices that begin to sound like the self.
An absurdist short-film script in which a new self meets an old self demanding impossible paperwork before allowing a life to change.