Friday, October 18, 2013



 My undying love for all things Art, is what amazes me and truly moves my passion to be more edgy and creative.


I love, all things art and I mean all things art, music, poetry, design, fashion, books, movies, architecture, a beautiful shop window display, craft, sculpture and even a well presented meal,a good flower arrangement, e.t.c anything that shows creativity to me is Art.


               My latest obsession, with up cycle art is unnerving, but I like being on the Art edge.

                           ABSTRACT ART WITH MILK CANS

 The adrenalin rush, that comes with an idea and the possibility to express this idea, in any medium of art is an exciting reward, that I always look forward too.


               This time around, I have put together a few of the art, I have made in moments of art madness, using all kinds of mediums  and materials around the house, to create Art and Craft that I love.                                              ENJOY!

Monday, October 14, 2013


     Right now, I am listening to Georgia on my mind by Ray Charles, and wondering how I will cope with all the Christmas markets, out there in Johannesburg, that I have to set up stalls in, and how I intend to cope with making all the little arts and craft bits that would be displayed in these stalls.

Maybe, I should  focus on Christmas greetings, this time around, instead of making a variety of gift items. As I listen to the song, and hear Ray Charles, sing it from the heart,

 with such passion, and sincerity, resting his focus only on Georgia nothing else, there is this calm resolve in me, to just focus on the one true Christmas passion I have, which is  the Christmas gift tags that I make.                                          

      Over the years, when I make these Christmas gift tags, I usually embellish them over the top with all sorts of embellishments, 

                                    and they sell very quickly and they are used  not only to accompany gifts, but for other things like bookmarks, name tags and table setting, etc.

This year, it is a bit different for me, I just want them to be simple, elegant, and easy on the eyes. Listening to Ray Charles,

sing about Georgia, in such a simple yet elegant and sophisticated  way, and  how the entire song comes 

 is just what I need to apply in this years Christmas tags.I have just made a few, I still have a huge pile to finish.

 I am alright with that, I know everything will be smooth sailing,

because right now I have Christmas on my mind. ENJOY...

Tuesday, September 10, 2013



Old letters, old lace fabric, collage

          When I set out to create a collage art, I have one thing in mind and that is anything goes and I love that. I love to collect all sorts and rummaging through charity shops, and flea markets is an absolute delight for me and an outing I so look forward too.


I staunchly believe, that the best vintage finds and the most amazing decor pieces,  that could be fine-tuned and turned around are found in these markets and that keeps me excited.

Pine cones painted white in a vintage bottle 

Every object I collect be it metal, wood, glass old fabric, anything at all is a potential art object for me, and my creative juices go on overdrive and some sort of art is born.

                                    THE DRESS

These are some of the finds I collected on my numerous flea market and charity shop trips, they include, old jeans, old boards, old paper letters, old bottles, pine cones, old lace fabric just to mention a few all put together to create art. 

                Miabo Enyadike

Saturday, August 31, 2013


Making necklaces is one craft I love to indulge in and one that brings great reward to the creative person behind it and the final recipient of the necklace.

It could be simple, elegant or a statement piece.

I love to make very simple yet elegant necklaces that are easy to wear,

that is lightweight on the neck of the wearer and could be worn with all most anything.

While I was making these pieces of necklaces, I listened repeatedly, to Frank Sinatra's classic song bangles, baubles, and beads,

and  I really enjoyed this classic song,

as I needed the picture the song painted, in order to keep my mind on this particular project, 

considering, that I am a fine artist that's what I do, and that is what I know.

Anyway big thanks to old blue eyes aka Frank Sinatra, his music made me more determined to complete this task

I had set myself up for and at last, I made a lot of necklaces,

so I share with you some of the simple necklaces I made and love.




                    MIABO ENYADIKE

Thursday, August 01, 2013


I have always wondered thoughtfully, how to define the typical African woman? What drives her? What keeps her going strong, when all is obviously not well?.

What makes her go all out, to be there for her family, regardless of her circumstances, and her ability to be the rock in her family, weathers all difficulties, whilst picking up all the pieces for those she calls her own?

                           MAMA'S MARKET
                           ACRYLIC ON BOARD

 In a continent that is ravaged by war, poor basic amenities, rape, women abuse, child marriages, poor education, no jobs, poor health care, frequent disease outbreaks and the worst, corruption!.

 Where every achievement taken for granted else where, is herculean in Africa.

                           MAMA'S MARKET
                           ACRYLIC ON BOARD

It is mind boggling, to see, day in day out the obstacle most African women, face to survive, let alone be a wife and a mother.

Their refusal to be put down by events, be it tradition or otherwise always see a way out, no matter what life throws at them is truly amazing and commendable.

 This particular strength and inner will to survive, against all odds resonates with the African woman from Cape to Cairo.

                           MAMA'S MARKET
                           ACRYLIC ON BOARD

 Every African child born of an African mother, can almost relate to this.

This painting of Mama's Market, is simply a scenario that is played out before our eyes daily, everyone who resides in Africa can relate to this sight, of Mama carrying her wares on her head to market.

She is seen simply hawking her wares, be it food, beverages,or what ever it is that she is selling,which has now been termed her market. 

She is often seen walking along the road, bush path or any path way, with so much energy and a determined focus to get to the next available customer, stopping every time she's called.

                               MAMA'S MARKET
                           ACRYLIC ON EGGCRATES

Though unschooled in marketing, she has the know how to rival any MBA DEGREE.

Her approach is simply AMBUSH MARKETING! Greeting in a rather loud voice, with her ears trained to hear any calls, for her wares.

Bringing down this " market" from her head immediately she gets a customer. 

Lifting it up back again when the transaction is over, and is on the move to the next customer.

Relentless and determined  to earn her target  for the day, so that her loved ones, will have a bite or two to eat.

This leaves me fascinated and proud to be an African woman.

This painting  is one I really enjoyed doing, at 8ft by 2ft, it was a daunting task, since yours truly stands at 5ft 6in tall. 

                           MAMA'S MARKET
                           ACRYLIC ON BOARD

I refused to be intimidated, I just had to remember that this is also my market, and as a Mama myself,  there was no room for slacking!.

I used acrylic, my favourite medium since it dries fast, and its easy to manipulate, as patience is not one of my virtues when it comes to paintings. 

I needed to show Mama on the move proudly carrying her "market" on her head with her destination in mind.

Monday, July 29, 2013



When I do illustrations or sketches, they are always for art purposes either for a painting,design or a pitch.

 However these two illustrations I did on the cross strangely, where neither and  completely unrelated to any art I had done before or even after, and  they did  not have any particular artistic purpose except a personal need to hold unto, when all hope was gone.

  Our Lord's dominion over the storm and sea

They also serve, as total gratitude to God for all His mercies and Grace to me and my family.

These illustrations of the crucifix were what I needed to behold, literally when my husband was diagnosed with Acute Renal Failure(aka Kidney Failure!) in 2009.


    I felt it was one of those malaria attacks, it didn't matter he was here anyway, he'll be okay.

When I walked into the sitting room and found my husband, curled into a ball and sleeping when Liverpool football club, a club  husband has supported for 30 something odd years was playing Manchester united and their he was sleeping!.

 I was taken aback, what quickly came to my mind, was the Rapture had happened and we had been left behind!.


   Last supper after the exit of Judas.              

I watched my husband deteriorate before my eyes,he had lost the use of his legs,he stopped talking, and had turned ash colour.

 By the time the test results where out, his kidneys where total gone -1400 to be exact.


I listened to the doctor as she reeled out all the issues, his blood is contaminated, kidney and liver not functioning,severe dehydration and high cholesterol,very high blood pressure. 

Then the most "dreaded" cerebral malaria, which had attacked his nerves and  he was now in a wheelchair. 

She didn't know how long it would take for him to get better, if he survived it. She couldn't help herself she had to tell the truth,  " your husband is a very very sick man".

As they wheeled my husband to the ICU unit, I knew this was

not the time to have a pity party, it was time to look to the Cross big time.

A time to reject any negative report, a time to take ownership of who we are in Christ Jesus and school myself on why he died on the Cross.

 I came to a selfish conclusion, that it had to be, that he died for me and my husband,to enable us get through such a horrible situation, in a time like this.


   As an artist I had to be visual with this picture of the Cross in my mind,  playing His suffering over and over again in my mind.

 My precious Lord and saviour been beaten,spat at and nailed to this old rugged Cross, for my husband to be healed.

I refused to see a picture of widowhood,fatherless children or a paralysed husband these where not options.

I literally had to paint this illustration of the Cross, both on paper and in my mind. 

I needed to see in my mind my Jesus,High priest standing before God holding life and death in his hands,we had to chose life!

In my mind, I chose the moments of our lords suffering, by "His stripes we are  healed" and "the battle is the Lord's".

I seized those words and picture, of our Lords suffering and put it in a mind capsule of faith.

And staunch believe, that my husband is healed regardless of how it looked.

This was a Jesus capsule I had to take every morning and night he was hospitalised,I needed an over dose and indeed God showed up.

To cut a long story short, my husband walked out of the hospital only after a month, with his kidneys fully functional and intact. 

Totally free of dialysis and cerebral malaria.

He took a year off, to fully recover it was a miracle one that his doctors can not get over.

I also want to take this opportunity to say thankyou to  his medical team here in Johannesburg, Special thanks to Pastor Idah Peterside and his wife Emy, the late coach Shaibu Amodu and all members of our families, everyone who called in and sent us financial help and prayers.

We are indeed forever in your debt, because you answered when Our lord asked you too. You all rock! 

I give God all the glory...Enjoy.