Writing for England – a Young Black British perspective

Last month I was privileged to work wth Talawa theatre company on a new Young Peoples Theatre production called “I am England” directed by  Nazli Tabatabai-Khatambakhsh. My role was to engage the `Young People (or YPs) with writing, with the narrative of a new young and black british government being elected when the country finds…

FESTIVAL, SHAKESPEARE AND CO – and my lost voice

I’ve been gutted about missing performance, trains, planes, friends gigs and birthday parties before, but I have never been so disappointed at being denied to perform at a gig because of illness. I had been Scheduled to read/perform between, Hanif Kureshi and Yusuf Kumonyakaa and my voice had deserted me, left me with what sounded…

MOHAMMED ALI’s – WRITING ON THE WALL

“Com – passion, latin, com – together, passion – suffering together we suffer, we suffer together endeavour to weather the breadth and the depth of the storm For long are the nights for the lost, forlorn, the broken, the tired,  the quietly enraged lashed by the warring that keeps us engaged with  anger and misplaced…

ALL ABOARD THE ALBANY!!

Now I gotta tell you, there is a multitude of reasons I love the Albany in Deptford. I’d go there just for the food. But what I love about the place is that as a community venue, I feel it is used BY THE COMMUNITY! There’s theatre, live (really live) music, performance poetry, evening courses,…

BREAKIN’ CONVENTION

Yesterday it was all about the power moves and the sweat pants and hairspray. I have never seen so many mad hair do’s stuck to foreheads, flying off every which-a-way. Then there was the ants-in-yer-pants massive, jiggling bodies in tank tops or heavy cotton sweats. So many budding young dancers itching in their seats to…