african huts

Fractal Architecture throughout the African Continent

El Molo Hut, Lake Turkana, Kenya

Classical architecture consists of mostly Euclidean or flat shapes and straight lines (bricks, boards, pitched roofs etc). Fractal Architecture consists of spherical or curved shapes that can be found in nature. Fractal architecture is essentially the opposite of Classical architecture and is generally defined as contemporary architecture. However this form of design has been tradition in many African tribes and villages for ages. Specifically when looking at the forms of both modern huts and ancient structures.  These structures fuse materials, functional design, and aesthetic in an eco-friendly way. 

If you have been following my blog for a while, you may have noticed many of the newer buildings possess a space-like or otherworldly vibe. This stems from the practice of using traditional techniques to incorporate cones, prisms, and spherical elements into modern design.  Modern architecture does not necessarily reference new structures, in this case it represents an ancient technique that is being rediscovered and reused in a modern context. Please enjoy these images of fractal architecture in various parts of Africa.

Multi-purpose building in Hargeisa, Somalia.

Tataouine, Tunisia - Ancient ruins have such an extraterrestrial element to them the location was used as a set in the original Star Wars film

Modern hut interior in Mapungubwe, South Africa

Great Mosque of Djenné in Djenné, Mali

I hate how people use western civilisations as the benchmark of “civilisation”. “Africans live in huts”. Most of us actually don’t but some people do. And?? They’re not ashamed of it. They’re proud of their the hits they’ve built with their own hands. “They live in poor conditions”. There are very old and elderly people who live in those huts and they’re completely fine. Who are you to look down your noses on how people live they’re lives especially when they’re perfectly fine/happy??


So, seeing as today is the 238th anniversary of the Continental Army’s march into Valley Forge, I decided I would take a little day trip and go to the park. They actually do this really cool after hours thing for the anniversary where you “march in” to the camp on guided lantern tours, it’s really nice.

I thought I’d share some interesting things I learned while I was there, because I had a really awesome day and, obviously, I included pictures. Let’s begin.

  • Most interestingly, the bedroom we all consider to be the Hamilton/Laurens bedroom (pictured above in the panoramic and detail shots) was apparently not where they actually slept. The set-up of the house is just representative of what the park thinks it might have been like, not necessarily what the layout of the house actually was. As someone who writes a fic where they’re in this room, it was quite a blow.
  • There’s a great story about Laurens being a meme hitting his head on the ceiling in the garret (attic), which is pictured at the middle left, which also leads them to believe that Laurens, at the very least, was all the way upstairs. Another fun fact: the ceilings are super low –– I’m pretty short, and I hit my head on them going down the stairs right after reading about how he’d done the same thing. I can only imagine the neck problems he had if he was actually sleeping there.
  • According to the museum they have in the old station, the Peale miniatures of Hamilton and Laurens were done in 1777 and 1784, respectively. Not only does this mean that they didn’t get them done together lame, but it also means that Laurens’ wasn’t done while he was living. So not only did Peale’s portrait talents not improve at all over the course of seven years, but he was painting Laurens from memory and, if I’m not mistaken, that means there are no known portraits of Laurens that were done while he was alive. We may never know how hot John Laurens actually was. For shame.
  • This doesn’t really have to do much with the history itself, but some of the park rangers are really cool and, if you get to talking, you’ll realize you’re speaking to a 60-something gay socialist who ships Lams and is actually, like, the coolest guy ever. Seriously, if you guys ever go to the VF Park and stop by the Isaac Potts house, talk to Jeff. He’s amazing.
  • On the lantern tour, they had some of the cabins set up with different tools and such. One of them was a hut for African Americans in the Military so, naturally, I thought I’d stop in. Apparently, you can stump an entire group of Valley Forge employees/re-enacters when you ask about Laurens’ black plan. It was glorious. I felt so successful.

Anyway, I think that’s it. I have more pictures, if anyone is interested, but I spent most of my day in and around the Isaac Potts house, so. Whoops.

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The Dora Milaje helping Monica with a presentation for class, where she's also wearing traditional Wakandan garb + face paint. Kathy Sue's little demon spawn opens his mouth and gets clocked

It was a risk, coming to school with a member of the Dora Milaje and wearing traditional dress. Monica knew that going in, but this project was perfect in her eyes. All she had to do was show off different areas of her culture to the class. She was so proud to be Wakandan so all she had to do was worry about how much was “too much”. 

But then…

Jayden Andrews III opened dat mouf.

“I thought Wakanda was in Africa, don’t all Africans live in huts?”

Monica grins. “No, and there’s nothing wrong with living in a hut anyway.”

Jayden laughs. “I heard Africans were all part monkey. That would explain why Monica is so ugly.”

In a second the Dora Milaje has him by his collar. “You don’t speak to her that way. Have some respect.”

The teacher interferes, much to Monica’s chagrin. Monica points to Jayden, who is seconds away from wetting his pants. “Watch your mouth or I’ll watch it for you.”

Meanwhile, elsewhere

“What’s wrong, Bucky?” Sam asked. “Are you getting that weird ‘Monica’s In  Trouble’ sense again?”

Bucky nods, taking his hand off of his chest. “Yeah, but… I think it was handled?”


Final sentences:

African hut or whatever, I hope Holly has, too.

from Breakfast at Tiffany’s

Then starting home, he walked toward the trees, and under them, leaving behind him the big sky, the whisper of wind voices in the wind-bent wheat.

from In Cold Blood 

Here is what I had written him: Hello pop hope you are well I am and I am lurning to pedal my plain so fast I will soon be in the sky so keep your eyes open and yes I love you Buddy.

from One Christmas

She beckoned to him, shining and silver, and he knew he must go: unafraid, not hesitating, he paused only at the garden’s edge where, as though he’d forgotten something, he stopped and looked back at the bloomless, descending blue, at the boy he had left behind.

from Other Voices, Other Rooms

We watched until he turned a bend at the corner, innocent of the menace he carried, the chrysanthemums that burned, that growled and roared against a greenly lowering dusk.

from The Thanksgiving Visitor