As I walk inside Fremin gallery I’m greeted by a warm tingly feeling on my lips. This time, it’s not because I’ve over done it on the lip plumping gloss. It’s because I’ve just locked eyes with the geometric works of David Paul Kay. Two masculine figures with perfectly chiselled…

My well meaning transformative mindset wanting to break barriers and burn all the tables in areas that haven’t worked well for black and brown folk. Yet, what was passion and wisdom from the community organising world has led me to transmogrify into a virtual signalling bad-mouthing hypocrite. It’s only Occasionally…

Earlier this year I finished writing a toolkit for youth service practitioners in trauma informed practice. Eventually I will make a post about this, but the whole time I thought of my favourite book growing up. — A Thousand Splendid Suns by Khaled Hosseni. Before I became an adult that…

It’s been a long day, her hands are on my lap, palms upward facing as she’s stretched out on the L sofa. The soles of her feet are angry. Hot with frustration at the day. She’s staring blankly at the ceiling. …

https://www.instagram.com/bareradicals/guide/how-to-make-a-mural-in-ends/17935581752159759/?igshid=MDJmNzVkMjY= A Mural — from the ancient Latin word for wall, is a type of public art. Main pioneers of the discipline are renowned for the depths of their radical artistic imaginations. They include the Ancient Egyptians, Banksy and Leonardo DaVinci. Over time, painting on walls has been a most…

Ideation’s in Cairo. When I say goodbye I’ll take the trash with me. Not like you’d be rid of the stench Of the shit you won’t see. I slept last…

What’s happened over the course of the pandemic will definitely shape the next significant stage of my life. Moments in-between what should be moments, are dancing so slowly like they have all the time in the world. Therefore I’m here now, playing tug of war between planning inwardly for a…

My English is Poor. Common; So British. A bit smokey and harsh Non-grammatical. Beatboxing some kind of thuggish wisdom, because you know I’m still speaking sense. Unphonological Fun, Young. That my both…

Mouth open, Cheeks are dropping , spread to one side like golden pancakes. I kiss them Mouth closes She slurps I love her She sleeps, My eyes are open I hoped the whites…