It been while – Filming by the sea

Don’t don’t why I bother withe website i never update it sufficiently,


Right now I’m looking out at the sea in Sicily, currently working on a script that is filled with humanity, about migrants travelling to Europe,

The world of have and have nots – but always make me wonder who really has and who hasn’t?

Does privilege and opulence make for a better being? I can think this way, there are people who are working on the film who have made the dangerous journey through Africa and on a boat to mainland Europe, one young man told me on set he arrived on a boat to sea with 84 people but only 7 arrived on to land…..The extraordinary thing is he is still standing and smiling, my ignorance couldn’t compute for a moment , I find him and others amazing, but he says he doesn’t remember he can’t allow himself to think upon it,

The individuals that share their stories are open  in heart and countenance  – not in a unreal lets hold hands way but in another texture in another light – they know the value of life?

What makes for a fulfilled human being?

Like the sea outside this window, no matter all the people that have gazed on it, wished upon it, all the human emotions, thoughts, litter, despite everything it still does it thing, it works with the wind and moon,

Maybe  people are like this no matter what is places on us we still get on with it, keep doing our thing

Everything is already created it waits to be found

One Woman show “The Crows Plucked Your Sinews”

The above titled piece was a piece i was honoured enough to work on with Hassan Mahamadallie he wrote this piece with such in depth research i felt i had nothing but truth to talk on stage. Which for me makes the world of difference, especially to have a theatre piece that not only tells a great story but honours the true aspect of Somali history,

The most shocking thing i learnt was how no one knew much about Somali culture and history we’re are so bogged down with all the shit about pirates and famine and FGM (things that i have been involved in as an actor/writer before and no doubt will be in the future), that the beauty of this rich culture is unknown. Not only by people ‘outside’  culture but Somali people themselves. Particularly the young who have never seen ‘home’ or been educated in Somali history before the civil war. All they see when they look back into the past and at now is war….how sad, as that is a slither of the reality of this place called Somali. A place i have never been too but i know is in my bones, my features skin would take to its breeze and sun automatically.

Funny i know it’s my home as much as  Manchester is , yet i’ve never been there….


The other thing i noticed is that since i’m not the writer, people would by pass me with some of the more ‘intellectual’ questions in the post-show discussions, This is the first solo performance  i’ve been part of and not been the writer maybe that’s what felt odd? Maybe i’m taking it too personally? Maybe it’s because i’m woman….I think really sometimes it was because there is still a lack of respect for the work of the actor and no onus is placed on the mental agility and work it takes to create and perform lives on stage….also us young females on stage are meant to be the ‘pretty veneers’ the ‘sweet fluff’ to deliver the hard truths…right? (just incase some people might be confused i’m being sarcy)

This will probably tour next year again – please do try and catch it, its a breath of fresh air from other narratives about the other

More info can be found via the Crows website



Let s*#t go

How I look and an accent like mine in the arts means……I’m forever having to let shit go

Making art with young people

I’m currently working with some young people that have been excluded from mainstream education, and they are bright talented and gifted,

When one lad is ready he knows how to push the buttons of the adults around but i can’t but admire his wit and intelligence

There’s so much to think when entering these spaces but the key thing is to know that this is pure privilege working with minds that yes have been hurt by adults the world around them at some point in their young lives…… but yet they still have the brilliance of innocence and importantly imagination that would make the most established london poets shy with wonder!

Making art with young people is magic- they’re not so blocked & still hear frequencies we big ppl have destroyed, hidden or had taken away

RITES…SOUTH AFRICA….NEWCASTLE….having kids and working away

these are four things I have been meaning to write about i got the young people in the last post….I have been emersed in a world of adventure people and i’ve come back different from my last job away I’m a big person…i truly feel like an adult or i have the full realisation of the child i was the clarity of thought that was once present… truth is i think two of one things “i’m caring less about peoples actions I’m learning  not to take the burden of other peoples non-sense because it doesn’t ease their sorrows it only tries to become mine”

The second thing is spending an extended period of time amongst creative people who are relaxed and healthy creates a working space where everyone is respected, it’s hard because it comes down to (in broad terms) the people in that environment having no financial worries and having support……………………………………….The most important thing in this equation is having emotional support…having love…money helps but self belief and knowing someone has your back makes for a healthy human being…….I wish everyone had people watching their back in other words a sweet mouth that can will simply say….” it’s ok, you’re loved”

Anyway I”ll update on RITES (the FGM play i co-created), the film i shot in South Africa and filming Newscastle whilst having other writing deadlines….but most importantly about the most important responsibility in my life…the raising of two small childreN……I might responed with opinion or a poem of sorts in 10 minutes or a year……but life is being lived 🙂

internet vibes..don’t let hate dictate your reality

So this is why sometimes my voice gets caught the first nasty kick back from the article in the Guardian, got this email just now…..I think he missed the bit about conversation

SUBJECT HEADER: “I’ve just read your attack on the west”

“You escaped civil war, were allowed to come to this country and yet feel entitled to criticise the country that kept your genitals intact and has supported you. If it’s so bad why don’t you return to your culture?”

Hey but you know if i let knobs dictate my reality i wouldn’t exist…….i replied back very nicely i found a man who was just to scared to engage in conversation and was taken back by me responding….

We create our realities don’t let no one hijack your building equipment but always be willing to share …..

link to article that instigated this email exhange…


The people on the boats are people a well,

They are people, they are people, they are people

The people on the boats are actual people……..

A week in R&D- in a hot july week

Spent a week working on a piece of new writing form an amazing writer, and this isn’t usual what was usual, was the alchemy of the room between the text the actors the writer and the director,

It was nice to be in a rehearsal room where all the elements were on a level, even disruption was absorbed by the no nonsense breathing space that we created and what a script it is,

The magic in a moment, when the writer found a way  to articulate race was special….he described the way i have felt as someone who is black or of colour or different looking (how ever you want to put it ),

He articulated ….The point of being looked at in a space ..the subtle alienation you can have felt but you’re  expected to ignore it or even worse your told its just your imagination,,,,

To that writer, to that young man, to the new father,,, thank you x

your Mother

Your mother has gone to the forest maybe she has been eaten by lions or raped my strange men….they sing to little girls…or maybe she has become warrior queen
Or maybe she has been found by strange men…washer woman ring your bell,
Wake the dead of suited men brill creams hair, telling tales of home speaking of now,
Toasting a far away  sun and revolution and independence has happened as they mark it with a happening and a quite revolution whee the Beatles rocked down the road the cavern were t hosting that day,
Wake the dead so they laugh at our quarrels now why did with bother they might say as we push our selves to lodged is arguments cracks on the ground they sealed with broken hands , but they never told us to keep looking up so we continue to fall,

I Don’t Come Here Often

Someone asked me the other day –  why I don’t have any updates of my current activities or future events,

I felt embarrassed, the same feeling i get when i talk about the work i do,  i shrugged and nearly fell into apology mode…before saying “Its weird” and i’ve been thinking about it,

Maybe its just a polite English thing in one part of my culture, which may be a bit of it. Part of it comes from wanting to have no ego, not to scatter pearls before swine, not to burn crops before they’ve been harvested, not to tell of plans that haven’t not yet been put into action,

There’s a lot of talk and i love talking but there is something about the work speaking for itself, living for a moment, having that shared experience with those you have with and then letting it go,

There’s something really satisfying about that, i must admit that i have a particular allergic reaction to writers particularly poets who take photos of them selves in ‘urban looking areas’  ‘selling’ an image a package. At the same time i look at this website and see pictures of myself and some might argue the same about me,(just note it all about intention)

Plus i think if i was to document every minute i could i would spend so much less time in the present….living

But it’s the ego thing….humility is something precious as it is one of the energies that feeds our connections, the living thing between people, the thing that connects, the unspoken conversations. Now thats the magic and joy of human presence and the brilliance of how many levels we communicate on… when you’re face to face you don’t get the avatar you get the measure of someone


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