Love Without Borders

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Our performance at St Martin’s Church on 12th November began with a call from 3 master drummers and members of WWB handing out leaflets outside of the church to members of the public to…

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Madam Bonkiyung Goes Live

Finally Madam Bonkiyung makes it to the stage. 3rd September sees it premier at the Mango Lounge in Birmingham. I’m very excited by the interest in the play. Please order your tickets early as they are going fast.

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I’m Ready

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DSC_0095What a lovely surprise to find that one of our local Birmingham radio stations – Genesis – has been playing one of my poems three times each Tuesday to Friday mornings. Chicken George presents the morning show between 7 a.m. and 10 a.m. on these mornings. He usually plays the poem not long after the news which appears on the hour. The poem’s called I’m Ready. He thinks its a great get-up-and-get-going call.

I’m Ready

I’m ready to soar
To fly high in the sky
To unclip my wings
To spread them wide
I’m ready to glide on the currents of love
To swirl and twirl
to feel the air in my feathers
I’m ready to sing, to twerp and tweet
I’m ready to feel the highest branches
beneath my feet
I’m ready to hover
by the beating of my own wings
I’m ready to stretch life
until it pings

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They send their love

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Just got back from an evening’s demonstration of mediumship at Sutton Coldfield Spiritualist Church. I learned a lot from Eamonn Downey about the art of giving messages. I was absolutely blown away by the message he brought from my grandmother. Apparently I AM on the right path spiritually and its OK to go more public with it.

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Back in my writing home

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2016-04-02 13.38.57I’ve never been to an AGM (Annual General Meeting) quite like the Writers Without Borders one today. Usually they are dry, tedious, and something to be endured. People usually avoid them if they can, but not this one.

We had a fantastic turnout – 22 of our 25 paid up members made the trek to our new meeting place in John Lewis store in Central Station. Members were rightly proud of the many events we took part in over the last year, including the triumph of our latest anthology, and eagerly planned next year’s activities.

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There were two surprise presentations, one was a belated Easter egg offered by Tessa Lowe to Sue Brown as an appreciation of the way she has lead the group, and the other was a picture offered by Patricia  Bamurangirwa as an appreciation of the love and guidance Sue has personally given her over the years…

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Cape Coast Castle in Ghana

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When humans replaced gold and ivory as cargo
When Africans were sold and branded
as merchandise
When the castle became a hothouse
of rebellion
Then protection was needed  from within
As well as from without.

Barak and Michelle Obama once came
Wonder if they too smelled the lingering
500 years stench of death
felt the pain of the souls the screamed
‘Remember us, Remember us’

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Where a church once administered
to the souls of the slave owners in the sunshine
A Priest shrine, in the bowels of the dungeons,
now minister to the souls of the dead
and to the hearts of the living
who want to remember
Marriages too are celebrated here

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If each wreath, stacked neatly in a corner of the dungeon
Represents a million dead
There would not be enough
To atone for the blood that was shed.

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Cape Coast castle offers an opportunity
for the Diaspora

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Children in Ghana

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This is based on my own observations. I do not write for a whole nation… just what I observed.

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Small, and not so small children, uncluttered by clothes run around the yard or on the beach unconscious of Western sensitivities about nakedness. They display shades of black I’ve never seen before. Deep, rich, untainted, undiluted.

Children in Ghana march in celebration of the independence of their country (6th March), spend weeks perfecting their swing and swagger.

Children in Ghana carry wood, water, and whatever else the family needs, often on their heads.

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Children in Ghana engage in rites of passage. There is no guesswork about when they become members of the adult world. For many it’s a happy experience, a celebration of man or womanhood.

Children in Ghana smile a lot, offer to give you a guided tour of their area with no other request than that you make…

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AWESOME 2015

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2015-06-11 16.46.43 Practicing the masked dance for my play

2015 was an AWESOME year, despite being a year of challenges. In November 2014 I attended a numerology course and was told that I needed to go back to the period of my life between 18 and 27 years to clear up emotional issues if I didn’t want to carry them into my next 9 year cycle.

I began that work in earnest in January and was totally unprepared for the upheaval it would cause in my life. One issue was so intense that I experienced a panic attack for the first time in my life.

When I came out of it I marveled at how we can bury things so deeply that we forget that they are there… or we convince ourselves that such things no longer affect us. However, with the promise of a smoother path ahead I was prepared to…

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Arise and Honour our Enslaved Ancestors

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2015-10-25 20.15.15Yesterday I attended a Black History Month Service of Remembrance which took my breath away. It was held to honour our enslaved ancestors in a way I have never seen done before. Many of us accept that the enslavement of Africans by mainly (but not exclusively) white Europeans and Americans was cruel, exploitative and , which is probably why so many people want to forget about it, to ‘draw a line under it and move on’.

This remembrance service, held in the Holy Trinity Church, an Anglican church in the heart of a black community, to a different view. ‘Today we celebrate the strength, courage, perseverance and heroic actions of enslaved Africans… bringing some restitution to this painful and enduring legacy.’ The programme was clear about the purpose of the service.

In a very well thought out service the ancestors were honored with drumming (Chester Morrison) in song, (Negro Spirituals…

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Barbados dreams

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Arrived in Barbados about 48 hours ago. Spent the night in Bathsheba by the beach. Had two dreams which I like an opinion on please.

Bathsheba, Barbados. Before the surfers arrive. Bathsheba, Barbados. Before the surfers arrive.

Dream 1 – I looked out the window in my house in England. My swimming pool was being repaired (please note I do not have a pool in reality) It was the deepest pool I have ever seen, I couldn’t see the bottom of it. There were many bits of missing wall was was being repaired.

Dream 2 – I was in an underground city. Everything was normal for a city, except that it was underground. I was escorting a woman from her maternity appointment.

I was still jet-lagged but had only had one rum. Any ideas as to the meaning(s)?

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