I'm Chum Masunu. I go by Rahim.

I’m a Tanzanian soul walking American streets, chasing dreams with nothing but grit, heart, and a laugh loud enough to resurrect silence. Picture a hyena in a tickle fight with someone gasping for air. It can be contagious, but mostly concerning. My wife calls it annoying. (Only when I’m laughing at her 😘).

Contrary to what the headlines scream, good work is still built by good people with good stories stitched from their lives... human moments like a toddler who gives a pretend ice cream just to burst into tears a moment later because you ate the shit out of the “pretend” ice cream (don’t judge🫣 I was pretend hungry)... or telling your partner “i’ll fold the laundry later” and now it’s later and your ass has got nothing to show...My point is, we need those human moments told. Now more than ever.

So I make... a lot. And I like to make things and tell stories. I bring the goodness in me and seek the goodness in others, doing it with good people I enjoy. I make with joy, with hustle, and a busted-volume-knob kind of energy.

Let’s go.