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Fruit and the Labour of love

9 April

I arrived in NY around 1pm ish and headed first to meet my filmmaker friend Zina Saro-Wiwa in Brooklyn, to collect some footage she had shot of myself, Dorothea, Koye Oyedeji at the Harlem bookfair and interviews with us and Anton Nimblett. and just to catch up on London life (which neither of us are really v. interested in anymore) and West Africa (which excites us both a lot more). Africa is really where things are happening for artists and we both want to be in the thick of it- creating for ourselves and giving back where we can. Zina has some great ideas that I hope she can bring into fruition, Inshallah.

I arrived at Medgar Evers College early to meet Kadijatu Jalloh. Out of the blue, I received an email from her, a student at Medgar Evers from Guinea. She and her family had left Sierra Leone because of the war, lived in Guinea for awhilebefore moving to the USA for refuge. She has lived in NY for 13 years, since she was 10 years old.

She said she jumped up and down when I responded to her email – I didn’t tell her I did a (mental) jump up and down when I received hers!

Here’s the email she sent me,

Hello I am a student at Medgar Evers College, I have a issue that I believe is very important to cover at this moment, and I am also interested in any internships that your organization might have available for students during the summer or any other time in the year.

The issue that I would like to help cover is the violence that is talking place back in my home place Guinea Conkary, since our president passed away a few years back, Continue reading

Blooming poetry and Cherry Blossom

7 April

I flew in from St Thomas on Friday evening into Baltimore and travelled by bus and underground into DC. Its easier to get to Baltimore from DC than it is from what they call ‘Washington – Dulles’ which is really in Virginia and a $40 ride (at least) into DC even by shuttle.

Bloombars is in one of my favourite parts of DC – Columbia Heights.

And now Bloom Bars is one of my favourite ‘spots’.

On the Sunday, I facilitated a poetry workshop, Elsewhere at Bloombars. Bloombars, is a lovely space, a 2 story property purchased by John Chambers who then turned it over to the community. It’s a not for profit space where a range of of workshops and performances take place, run by volunteers.

The weather had suddenly ‘Bloomed’ into a beautiful 80 degrees; the cherry blossom festival had started late because of the cold weather but now that was in full bloom too – and everyone was outside – so the workshops in Bloombars that day, were not as well attended as they usually are.

The objects people brought in for their Elsewhere to start with were very different – a painting, a photo, one person who just dropped in, was given my camera, Gowri added a necklace she wore, a Hindi symbol of protection and I took a piece of African fabric. Gowri’s poetic musings – I’m a definite fan. The imagery in her ‘story’ easily transported us to India. ‘underwater’ elsewhere; café in Italy, Russia, An Ode to coffee (after the workshop). It made me feel is that I want to teach more creative writing workshops again. Maybe I’ll do that when I’m more regularly in West Africa this year.

How do I give Bloom bars the biggest plug I can? Their motto is ’You Bloom ,We Bloom’ This is a space where everyone who works here does it for the love of art, the space and probably DC, for me it is part of the essence of loving this city – they have signs such as ‘keep blooming’ which for a new and or emerging artist to be encouraged with small interventions such as this, goes a long way.

I was the guest reader on Monday night, hosted by Gowri and Joseph Green who runs Poetry Now VA , a new not for profit that teaches children and young people poetry, so he is always on the look out for new, experimental and exciting ways to bring poetry to the youth.

I read poems for about 20 mins and Joseph with his winning ways, and gorgeous voice, subtlely got it out of me that it was my significant birthday year – nobody believed him so I didn’t either! I really enjoyed it, Bloom bars can make the most awkward and shy of performers feel comfortable and welcome on stage, so I’d encourage any newbie shy performers in the area – go to Bloombars; be part of the audience, then be part of the show – it’s all ‘one’.

Grammy nominee, Christylez (pronounced: chris-styles) ‘referrred to as a Progressive Hip-Hop artist and multi-instrumentalist’ from Southeast, Washington, DC. did a number. But that doesn’t really describe him or his style, not REALLY. Continue reading

Meal Times

St Thomas, USVI – 3 April

Ludlow is a cultural curator – we met in Zimbabwe nth years ago.
Colleen is a lawyer, we have known  each other from UK days.
They are married and have 2 beautiful intelligent children, Gabrielle and Asmar and live in a lovely home in the hills of St. Thomas. I stayed with them for this part of my trip.

Ludlow’s connections with the African (diaspora) art scene in Miami is like no-one else’s – he knows everyone – really. Ludlow Bailey, Managing Director at G&A International Consultants, Inc also runs Asmar Fine Arts and programmes diaspora events at the University of Miami, co-ordinating mine in Miami and St Thomas. His association with Dr. Chenzira Davis Kahina of the Virgin Islands Caribbean Cultural Center (VICCC) Director, University of the Virgin Islands- College of Liberal Arts & Social Sciences – made my book visit to St Thomas successful . In the few days I was there, a reading in the evening at the university, an ad hoc but great talk to the performance lit class at USVI; and a visit talk/workshops in 2 schools, was as much fun for them, as it was for us.

In  the morning, Leslyn’s Rise and Shine breakfast programme. We teamed up – Ludlow talking about the global African citizenship; linking St Thomas to Sierra Leone and me to the Caribbean.

 

Reality of the Atlas

“Here is Africa; here is the West Indies and all this here is England.”

I come from somewhere in between.
This picture of the world is so huge
that I’m not exactly sure where my place is
on the map, in the world, even in my classroom.

Real Mum and Dad say we are from
someplace called Sierra Leone which means mountain lion in Italian,
named by a Portuguese explorer. As a ship sails in to port,
the mountain looks as though two lions are facing you.

“You look like a Ja – mai – can?”
But don’t we all look the same –
dark skin/thick hair/full lips/curved bums.
I trace my family tree and it lands in – Barbados!

And what of England? Where I was born, raised and schooled?
Which has taught me nothing of Africa, of the West Indies.
That showed me a map of the world without me,
or my real mum and dad.

“Where do I come from? Africa, Barbados, England – all three?”

Dr Chenzira talking about the importance of the links of the Caribbean to global citizenship,the work of the University etc. Me, with poems, linking my Uk/Africa and Caribbean links’.

In the afternoon we wen to the Montesorri school, in which they wrote a series of haikus around water – one 12 year old told me that she would rather writer a sonnet – so that’s what she did  – as well – and when I mentioned using Fela’s ‘water’as the inspiration for my SABLE issue, that took them to all sorts of places to do with water and people

Water, e not get enemy

Another girl in the class – refuted that statement and spoke of fire and tsunamis – and wrote me a series of haikus around the devastation that water can cause, but ending but with ‘water can save lives’.

In the evening, at the university, students and people from the community filed into the boardroom. The students  still had classes so as some left, others came in.  Sold all of my books; none left for BloomBars in DC  or to give to my friend Janis who I was going to meet up with before she returned to Arkansas – who said when we met,  ‘never apologise for selling books, I’ll buy my copies online’!

I encouraged them to explore the Peepal Tree  website and writers to submit manuscripts  make sure you are represented.  Ludlow in his curating role made use of IYPAd and as March has now become International women’s month instead of one day, he has alrady turned IYPAD into the  International Decade of the African diaspora!

I met some of the eminent writers on the island, Eddie Donoghue and Tregenza Roach (who is also a Senator).

 

Searching , challenging questions, from students, writers from within and outside of the university. I wish I’d had more copies of our RED anthology.

The following day, the EBO school with children from 5-10 years old. I used the ‘Meal Time’ poem with the 5 years, which they loved.

Along this journey, I am meeting  a powerhouse of women  in a way that I have never met them before, travelling through America and younger women who have vision and passion for their country and work and who somehow will be incorporated into the SABLE family.

Sunday Church, Sunday Roast

University of Miami, Coral Gables – 31 March


Sunday Church, Sunday Roast

I
Sunday school.
Where we learned about Mary, Joseph and Baby Jesus.
At birth, he already had a title.
Sunday roast!
My mouth juiced-up with saliva at the imagined smell
of Mum’s dinner on the table.
Never chicken –
that was midweek – would it be slicesofwell-donebeefwithYorkshirepud?
Or pork with chewy crackling?
Meat juice
made roast ’taters golden – I dreamed of them as I sang out of tune.
Lamb with mint sauce!

II
Sing Hosanna!
Sing Roast Dinner!
Sing Roast Dinner
To the King of Peas!
Sing Hosanna!
Sing Roast Dinner!
Sing Roast Dinner
To Mushy Peas!
Give me joy in my heart
Give me dumpling
Give me joy in my heart I pray

Give me joy on my plate
Keep me thirsting
Keep me gasping
For apple dumpling all day.

III
Lucky us!
After guitar sing-a-longs and Bible stories, we didn’t have far to run.
Our house was opposite the church.
Apple dumpling –
my fave! Hot and gooey – I shoved a big scoop into my mouth – apple side up.
Then couldn’t pull the spoon out.
Hard choice –
burnt mouth or a bellyfullofappledumplingwithcustard.
The smell went behind my roof, out my nose.
Prayed hard
for God to release me from this pain – and he did speak to me that Sunday –
“Release the apple dumpling!”
It was obvious to me then that God had never tasted apple dumpling,
and I never believed in Sunday school in quite the same way, after that.

From Irki

Sunday afternoon and Mikhaile, a friend of Ludlow’s picked me up from Betty’s beautiful home in North Miami – another friend of Ludlow’s. Very near to the same street, by the way where the ‘Kardashian’s was filmed – and that house is now up for sale for $14 million. Just thought you’d like to know.

Mikhaile and Kadija small
Mikhaile and Kadija

The event took place in the Cas Gallery  at the University of Miami so  we were able to ‘more than glimpse’ students work as they  sat up for a graduate show, very impressive artwork.

kadija in miami reading smaller

Professor Edmund Abaka, a Ghanaian was my host for the event. He smiled at every thing I read – and just shook his head – the stories, so familiar. The audience was small but it enabled us to learn lessons for the future and we talked to some of those present of events to participate in if a ‘next time’ occurred e.what to do next – e.g. Mervyn Solomon offered to put us in touch with the organisers of the  Miami book fair in November. Yet I sold both copies of Write Black, at this event though – you never know when…
…seems like I will be back in the USA in November, Miami, California, Michigan, at least –  St Thomas – to do some research on the links between the island and Sierra Leone island then back to The Gambia for the last week of November for my birthday party. If you can make it, you are welcome to come!

From Vegetable and fruit dips – into religion and race

Rochester, NY – 28 March

I flew to Rochester for a reading arranged by the Geneseo Literary Forum and a panel discussion at the Baobab Center.

I spoke to Professor Maria Lima’s class, who had all read the book. Their questions, were probing – around content, craft and use of symbols were revealing and pushed me – especially those about religion. I noticed as I did the reading later the same afternoon, just how many religions references I had. I converted an “I only liked one poem” student to “now I’ve heard you read the poems and after the discussion in the class, I and understand more what you’re doing and what the book is about– and I like it – Yeah! Success!!”

Then Maria drove us to the Baobab Center. I noticed an image of Buchi Emecheta that belonged to SABLE on the wall. A reminder that I must copyright /SABLE/my images in the future, before they go online

The audience at the Baobab Center trickled in, but by the time we started, a bit later than the 7pm advertised,  The panel was on Race and Art. The panelists were across varied art forms  and good presenters  providing a really stimulating discussion, put together by Terry Chaka.

So we were able to explore what was happening in in various art forms, music, visual art, dance and spoken word, locally from  artists of African and South American descent and in the African diaspora.

Visual Artist Shawn Dunwoody, Musician Jimmie Highsmith Jr., Writer/Editor Kadija Sesay, and Dancer/Activist Evelyn Cassano and met Reena  Golden! Terry Chaka had introduced us online but our schedules seemed to clash, so she took of rehearsal time out to come and meet me – and that ‘3 steps’ thing – she knows poet Khadijah Ibrahiim in Leeds, who she had met on the FWords tour in 2008 that I’d organised – How come we didn’t meet then, Raheema! That was a ‘love’ meeting. A warm and wonderful sistah.

race and arts panel at baobab

Professor Maria Lima is always a fantastic host – this will be the third or fourth time I’ve stayed at her home – a dynamic supporter of Black British Literature. The next morning I returned to NYC by train. I like travelling by train. Long journey though and I prefer travelling by night since I can sleep for most of it. But everything now is ‘wired’ so its not too bad if you have to be online – it’s possible outside of tunnels and at least there is a power supply – and if desperate and you’re on a plane and need to browse – most usa airlines will do so for a $5 charge an hour. It does make me wonder though if we have become so ‘wired, that checking emails every minute and sending an sms as soon as we the seat belt sign is off is healthy for our mental stability. What it means for workaholics (a bit like myself) is that we are constantly working because we have the means to –not because we need to.

I have noticed my slowdown in book reading – so  I at least try and use flight time creatively to express ideas off computer

Baobab Center

http://www.thebaobab.org/eventList.php?type=Book%20Discussion

Race in Civic Circle Series continues throughout April

Shawn Dunwoody started his own gallery

http://www.adhub.com/companies/fourwalls_art_gallery.html

Donna Marbach has the largest poetry mailing list in Rochester – send her information with lots of notice!

dmmarbach@gmail.com

Good chocolate, good friends

New York (Manhattan) 27 March

The reading at Cornelia Street Café  – it was the last place where I met Jayne Cortez, almost a year ago with Rosamond King, when they asked me to be involved with Yari Yari.

http://www.sablelitmag.org/jayne-cortez-10-may-1936-28-december-2012/

Before arriving at Cornelia St café, I had my first experience of a Manhattan ‘cross-town bus’; something I won’t be doing again! I was on my way to meet Melanie Goodreax at Steve Collin’s house and gallery on the east side, near the Nuyorican Poetry Café – which I’m told, sadly, is not what it used to be. We forgot to ask Steve, about it or maybe we just ran out of time.    Steve is  – what can I say – quintessential new york art scene –– his space is used for anything from poetry readings, artist launches; floor sleeping space for Icelandic hiphop artists… his door is always open so that people can drop in and out . On our way in, Melanie and I met a theatre practitioner friend of Steve’s who shared her Green and blacks chocolate with me  – on our way out  – students from Sarah Lawrence College  and a traveller who’d just published her first novel.

I had heard about A Gathering of the Tribes but never seen it, so was pleased to have the opportunity to see where it is birthed. It’s published once a year; with a new team each issue, then they have a big party to celebrate…  It has made me do some re-thinking around SABLE. It’s good to talk.

Sharing the stage were Marc Jaffee – a founding editor of Box of Jars, an online journal of art and literature started about a year ago, Mukoma wa Ngugi and Libby Hodges, the publisher, herself of the St Petersburg Review. Mukoma and I met several 10 years ago online – we finally got to meet in person – both of us excited – yeah! Even though he had to go straight back to Ithaca the same night so I was SO pleased, that he made such a massive effort to come. It was only that evening I realised he had a collection of poetry published with Africa World Press, Hurling Words at Consciousness.

Maria Snelling now at SLC was there – she was in a class of Ellington High School in DC when I did a session there a few years ago. She’s working with an interesting journal,untapped cities, a web magazine dedicated to art, architecture and design that helps people rediscover their city.

http://untappedcities.com

Friend and fellow writer Anton Nimblett came too, with a couple of friends and flowers!

kadija and mukoma
Mukoma wa Ngugi and Kadija Sesay

Laced with Ginger and the spirit of Jayne Cortez

New York (Harlem) 25 March

I travelled by Megabus to NY – usually comfortable, this one was not so great – it was a new bus with non- stop air conditioning that the driver did not know how to operate!

I arrived near Penn Station very early in the  morning, before even the 24hr MacDonalds was open! (Closed between 4-5am – they KNOW that this is false advertising! and if I’d known that, would have gone to the deli  that was open instead).

I was going to be staying with friends in Harlem. My friend Tim’s fiancée is a the very lovely and talented poet and playwright Melanie Maria Goodreaux.  She is also the creator of the award winning project and book, ‘A Poem as Big as New York City.’

We went together on Monday night to the home of  Rashedah Ishmaili in Harlem; a close, close friend of the late Jayne Cortez, currently the OWWA interim  President.

Rashedah is one of those people who knows and has known everyone in the Black Arts movement – she affectionately rolled her eyes when Melanie said she was going to take me to meet the (in)famous Steve Cannon, publisher of A Gathering of the Tribes, (who also knows and has known everyone!)

A lovely warm gathering of women poets, with Ros King (Yari Yari conference co-ordinator), Gabrielle, Melanie, Jaira, Shruti, Rashedah’s grandson from Zimbabwe,Tichacunda and her son Daoud who recorded the event for us.

We honoured Jayne by each one reading one of her poems; Rashidah has all of her books. The poem I read was “For the Brave Young Students in Soweto.’ I hadn’t read it before – the ‘firespitter’ in  Jayne Cortez  is so powerful in that poem … it made me feel that I need to spit more fire in my poetry and performance.

The discussion spread to Lucille Clifton, transracial adoption, black arts in the UK, collaborating with visual artists  and of course, the forthcoming Yari Yari Ntoaso conference.

We shared poems, stories and a lovely meal of vegatable soup, chicken, fresh fruit, vegetarian cheese and a heavenly apple cake laced with ginger.

I love evenings like this. I’m thinking that I should do something similar in The Gambia.

Yari Yari Ntoaso – 16-19 May
http://owwainc.org/index.html
http://www.indiegogo.com/projects/yari-yari-ntoaso-international-black-women-writers
Jayne Cortez Memorial in London  19 July – contact George Padmore  Institute for more information

Mangoes and Oysters

Boston 21-23 March

After Philadelphia, I travelled to Boston for the NeMLA conference on the overnight train from Philadelphia again – and yes, more snow, but at least it was already stacked up on the side and I didn’t have to fight through it.

I had a taxi driver who tried, as they all did to make me feel guilty, (so that I will feel compelled to give a larger tip –  doesn’t work) by  declaring how heavy  my case was when they picked it up. It was less than the air flight ‘standard’ of 23 kg a – I’ve carried heavier.

But this driver turned out to be a Sierra Leonean  –  we taled cassava leaves in coconut oil – his favourite, like mine is crain-crain. I was making him feel homesick he said.

There is a Sierra Leonean restaurant in Boston  – in Dudley he told me.  I asked him how he had ended up in Boston and as I suspected, had left the country because of the civil war – he’d gone to The Gambia first – Umaru was excited that I knew the country – he’d been a dj there in between his Sa Lone and Boston life – his second home he called it and would love to go back. So we parted, friendly, and he even carried my bags to the door of Anthony’s Town House for me – so much different from the experience I’d had at the beginning of the month, when a taxi driver in Boston stated that it wasn’t possible  to take my cases out of his trunk because I didn’t have enough cash for a tip.

I spent most of the rest of the day finishing my paper.  I had originally wanted and agreed to be on the Black British Women Poets panel and then had  decided to also submit an abstract to the Dubois panel  too. I read the outline of the proposal – not a sniff of internationalism or Pan Africanism which, if nothing else, is what I knew Dubois to be passionate about  – so I sent in an abstract titled :‘Father of Pan Africanism’: The Soul of Dubois is in Ghana, not in America.

They liked it; accepted it – then I had to write it! Thanks to Nana-Essi Casely-Hayford and Akilah Karima whose powerful personal statements and stories helped me to frame my discussion; and thanks to Kwame Dawes too, who reminded me that there were other and earlier ‘fathers’ (mothers too more like, although ‘invisible).   I made reference to those too, and referenced Nkrumah  calling Dubois this name. Another  timely reminder from publisher Woeli Dekutsey who said to me that unless we have literature for young people on our leaders, their work will not be remembered. He has recently written a book for young people on Nkrumah’s life and achievements. He said,  “As for DuBois, on your next trip to Accra, just stop the next student in the street and quiz him/her about DuBois and you’ll be shocked!”

I started my paper reading the first half of the poem, “Ghana Calls’ :

Ghana Calls

By W. E. B. Du Bois

(Dedicated to Kwame Nkrumah) Continue reading

The Irki Tour – in America

Philadelphia 14 March

I wanted to start my blog with the Irki book tour – but it’s been so full on – I’m going to start with my last reading and work backwards. On 14 March, I was in Philadelphia at the Charles L. Blockson Collection at Temple University.

The one main thing I’ve realised through travelling and attending and participating in conferences and readings is that it is rarely the reason that I’m there for that produces the highlight consequentially the people I meet and the environment I’m in. This was underscored by the event organised by the totally passionate literary and community activist Larry Robins (known for Robin’s Bookstore). For the short time I lived in Philadelphia, Robin’s Bookstore was an ‘anchor’. He had sent me an email a few weeks ago saying ‘I messed up’ ; my name wasn’t on the list to perform at Fergie’s on the 13th.  You know, this was one of the best ‘mess up’s ever – because of it I met a wonderful new poetry sistah , Trapeta Mayson from my country next door – Liberia.  She is amazing – my gosh – fantastic poet, beautiful spirit. Her poetry speaks of her childhood, growing up as an African child, who had moved from Liberia because of the civil war to the USA; mental health issues in her family . We are going to meet up again before I leave Phila in a few days because we know there are things we want to do together in the future.
Here Trapeta Mayson reading here:

trapeta mayson march 14

I had not heard of – the Charles L. Blockson Collection. A jewel that (I hope) Temple University treasures.  We were given two beautiful books – The Haitian Revolution  – Celebrating the First Black Republic by Blockson and The Journey of John W. Mosley – an African American Pictorial Album. I had vowed not to carry any new books on this trip but …It’s on my radar to go there and visit again before I leave or on my next trip here. Possibly my next trip when the weather is warmer – I got caught in the snow in Boston and haven’t recovered. The audience was small, warm and genuine  – offering wonderful questions and stories – and now I’m part of the Charles L. Blockson collection too with my signed book!

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After the reading, Larry zoomed us down to the World Café Live to hear Artist in residence of U Penn AMIRI BARAKA– standing room only. I asked the young guy at the desk if we could still go in : Continue reading