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Breakin Convention

10th Anniversary of Breakin Convention: An international festival of hip hop dance theatre.

The first weekend of May 2013 witnessed the 10th anniversary of Breakin’ Convention a celebration of the best in International Hip-Hop Dance theatre. This remarkable and world famous 3 day showcase which featured many of the best names in hip hop dance theatre was held at Sadler Well’s, a Leading Centre for Performing Arts, in Islington.

The first Breaking Convention took place in Sadler Well’s in 2004 with an audience of just under 2,000 people and was the brainchild of Jonzi D who is the festival’s Artistic Director.  The initial success of the event has continued year after year right up to the present where we are now celebrating 10years of Breaking convention. This inclusive and dynamic festival draws upon the 4 pillars of hiphop: Graffiti, MC, dance and music; and proudly engages with and draws in some of the most vulnerable youth who are on the brink of exclusion using hip hop as a tool for positive transformation and community engagement. Thousands of choreographers , dancers, and dance enthusiasts return year after year to be refuelled, challenged and inspired all over again. There were dance theatre companies from all over the world including Seoul, Brooklyn as well as UK’s home grown talent.

There was a diverse range of people in attendance, which mirrored the eclectic mix of dance crews present. One thing everyone had in common was their passion for the art of hip hop dance theatre whether they were professional dance artists, aspiring dancers or like me a spectator who was mesmerized by the expressive talent and creativity.

There was a whole range of workshops on during the day including Graffiti art, Afro Hip hop, popping, and even bonebreaking. Before interviewing Kenrick Sandy I was able catch a glimpse of him in action with renowned Saxophonist Soweto Kinch and other artists in the Freestyle Funk Workshop which built on improvisation to develop freestyle performances. After eliciting key words or themes from audience members the artists worked together to create an organic and exciting freestyle performance to express their interpretation of the theme.

In the evening the main stage showcased performances from 10 of the world’s best hip hop theatre companies. Zamunda the all female crew consisting of 6 dancers introduced with the tagline ‘sexycrazycool’ , incorporated an energizing fusion of hip hop, contemporary, Jazz and African styles into their performance.  IMD Legion included 2 young sisters aged 6 and 9 who wowed the crowd with their daring headspins and backflips. At the other end of the generation spectrum were the legendary Electric Bugaloos formed in 1975 and inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in 1999. This quartet have been credited with making popping famous in hip hop dance theatre and they burst onto the stage with their trademark classic funk meets hip hop style.

The final act of the evening was Ill- ability, a collective of truly pioneering and awe inspiring male dancers. Each of the artists had a disability ranging from hearing impairments to missing or incorrectly formed limbs. Words appeared in a presentation on the screen to help explain how they made sense of their disabilities against the backdrop of society’s prejudice and stereotypes. The words of the dancer with the hearing impairment “sometimes I gotta see the music” spoke loudly and profoundly. Beyond having a disability it was evident that they in fact had special abilities which allowed them to soar above the limitations which other’s sought to impose upon them.

We were all moved and inspired by this talented collective’s rousing mantra which was ‘no limits, no excuses’.  Beyond the world of dance, whatever it is that one feels limited by this was a salient reminder to all that we can rise above the restrictions that society or even ourselves place on our dreams.

After a day at this exceptional Festival of Dance it was clear why and how it has played a pivotal role in the development of Hip Hop Dance theatre. Breakin’ Convention continues to go from strength to strength as it prepares to go overseas to the nation where Hip Hop was birthed during the month of June. Jonzi D and MC Lyte are looking forward to moving it on to the next stage and will be hosting the International Festival of Hip Hop Dance theatre at the historic Apollo in Harlem for what is set to be another incredible showcase of International talent.

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Many Londons…

10 things I will miss about London

1. The people. Enough said.

2. Southbank, it’s eye watering beauty & the wonderful range Of creative events, displays, & discussions on offer. I spent many hours writing my manuscript in the Royal Festival Hall and heading out for breaks at the food stall market. Check out the Poetry Library on the 5th floor. Incredible. A Library..for poetry. Wow!

3. The Poetry & literary scene…Spoken word poetry, literary nightclubs, creative writing workshops…some favourites of mine were Poetry in Motion run by Progressive Entertainment, Blessed Souls and Come Rhyme with Me.

4. The theatre! Mogadishu at the Lyric, Some Like it hip hop at the Peacock theatre & the Amen Corner at the National Gallery are just some of the gems I’ve been fortunate enough to go and see. The last play I went to see was called Groove on Down the Road, another gem from Zoonation it was a modern remake of the Wizard of Oz.  I loved it nearly just as much as the 5 kids I went with:)

5. Citylit. Oh my gosh if you have any spare time at all please go & sigh up for a course here. You can do a whole range of stuff. I did, not surprisingly, Writing for children’s fiction & it actually changed my life. No.Joke. *cue dramatic gasp*

6. The parks, wow what a green city! It is actually oozing with Parks. My favourite one was probably Hyde park maybe because it used to double up as an amazing german market/fairground  themed carnival called winter wonderland every Christmas time.

7. No. 1 referred to the people in my life. No 7 is generic. Just the people all dotted around doing their thing making London what it is. And what is that you may ask..well a city where people are just that bit less concerned of what their neighbour think of them & don’t conform to the rules of the mainstream fashion police. So yeah…if we wanna wear white trainers with our work suits that is what we are gonna do! Yup!

8. The international cuisine! Londoners are from anywhere & everywhere and this is reflected in the sheer breadth of choice you have when you want to go out to eat be it in a formal sushi bar, a pop up paella stand or a casual Thai restaurant. Speaking of casual Thai I need to give busaba a shout out. Their calamari was off the drizzle!! Didn’t even taste no calamari like that when I was in Thailand.

9. The Inspiration of the city; it consisted of people taking a risk & moving their lives here & most of us few to love it. The audacity & optimism if that is something that encourages me.

10. A city of many cities
Start off in Brixton in the hustle and bustle of the market, or enjoying a gluten free cupcake in Brixton Village ,then head up to Stratford on the jubilee line and go shopping in the huge Westfield if you like big glitzy shopping malls or if you don’t catch a train to Dalston and go check out the African market there or eat at one of the many Turkish cafes. None of that takes your fancy head up to Camden on the Overground and enjoy all that Camden has to offer..the nightlife, Camden Lock Market where you can buy unique souvenirs and trendy clothes. If you want to do some celebrity spotting go through Primrose Hill then if it’s a hot day stop off at one of the many fro-yo places in St John’s wood. If you want to be surrounded by Irish people, young professionals and Coffee shops well Clapham is the place to go! Thinking of a nice riverside stroll on a summer day then I’d suggest the lovely Richmond where I worked for over 2 years. Over run with ultra posh yummy mummies but place is perfect 🙂 And yes I’ve missed LOTS of places out, because in truth everywhere in London is AMAZING!

11. The political activism & awareness of so many Londoners. The media hasn’t managed to tranquilize quite everyone….

12. Kind of linked to 10, and indeed this whole blog post. There are many different London’s, for me London was a cultural haven full of inspiring theatre, open mics, quirky markets and fellow creatives. For some it’s about the exclusive clubs, or expensive shops..for others still it’s about something else…London isn’t just for hippies or just for the millionaires..there are so many different identities and scenes represented here in the capital. There is not one London as such.

London is many things but one thing it is for me now is home! 🙂

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It’s the nomadic life..

This week I am saying goodbye to some of the charming kids who have stole a bit of my heart over the past 2 years. One boy in particular, he’s tall for his age with curly hair and a broad smile. He’s a delightful energetic soul,  bouncing from 2 extremes. High and low. He has a lot going on in his little head, so much has happened in his young life.I met him about this time 2 years ago.He was 6 years old. On my second meeting with him I remember he looked at me pensively and frowned before nodding and giving me his solemn appraisal. “I like you ‘Sipilla’ ” . He couldn’t say my name properly but a kid that cute could call me anything and it would make me smile.
Last week he confided in me, I had a dream he said. And you were in it Priscilla. He’s eight now so he can say my name just fine 🙂 You were a superhero who came on holiday with me and my family and you saved the day. Really, I smiled wryly. I always knew I was a superhero deep down. Knew, no sorry thought. I thought I could swoop down and save the day for those beautiful precious hurting children but I can’t . I can’t. I can only stay and make things a little better for the short time in which I spend with them. Maybe my words of encouragement or any acts of kindess will inspire or soothe them in years to come. Or perhaps they won’t remember what I said or even how I made them feel.

I love moving around and meeting new people, and having new experiences. All my adult life I have spent saying hello and goodbye. Sometimes the goodbye coming quite quickly after the hello. And I don’t think it gets any easier the older I get or the more experienced I am at doing it.
Dr Seuss said don’t cry because it’s over smile because it happened. So I’m smiling because I moved down from Glasgow, I began a new life down here in London and I never really looked back. I am so grateful for all the things I’ve done, places I’ve visited and most of all the people I’ve met and how I’ve grown.

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Trip down memory lane

I spent many hours as a child with my nose in a book, quite often that book was one of the Babysitters Club series by Ann M Martin. Whilst browsing for films on Lovefilm Instant I was amused to come across the film adaption of Babysitters club. Although I am now 20 years too old to be watching the movie which is aimed at kids/ pre-teens I couldn’t resist the trip down memory lane. Having just finished watching the movie I think that was 90 minutes spent! For those of you who are unfamiliar with the BSC series it is about a group of seven 11-13 year olds who decide to respond to the demand for babysitters in the fictional town of Stoneybrook which is set in the state of Conneticut. They form the Babysitter’s Club with Kristy the original founder of it as the President, who leads meets in Claudia’s bedroom.  The idea is that parents looking for a babysitter can call and make a booking instantly since they keep a diary detailing availability.  Of course as well as loving children and babysitting they are young entrepeuners who charge for their services and seek to cover overheads as well make a profit. Stacey who is gifted at maths was the Club treasuser,

This movie adequately captures the essence of what the BSC was for me. A group of 7 young girls whose main thing in common was the fact they were children and loved babysitting but apart from that they were 7 very distinct individuals. Jesse, was a budding ballet dancer, Mallory was an aspiring writer, Dawn was known as the “health food addict” whilst Claudia despite having amazing skin was the opposite and her room was crammed with chocolates and sweets. Stacey loved shopping and happened to be diabetic and Kristy who was the main protaganist in the movie was a tomboy.

This movie chronicles their attempts to run a successful summer day camp and avoid the wrath of one of the neighbours who did not like to be disturbed by the clarion tones of excited children every day as well as successfully thwarting the efforts of their rival Cokie to sabotage their summer camp.he  Running alongside this storyline was Kristy’s attempt to keep a secret from her mum and step dad about her Dad’s arrival.  Apart from Mary Ann her best friend, she did not tell any of the BSC members and this caused friction and tension with her family and friends who did not understand why she became so distracted and unreliable and knew they were hiding something from them.

It sent a very important message to children about not telling lies or covering up for anyone even if the person who is putting you in that difficult position is your Dad. We all know that many adults manipulate children into keeping things to themselves which should be revealed by engaging them in “secret keeping” so I felt it was an invaluable lesson for children to learn.

At the end they all came through for Kristy when her well intention but flaky Dad let her down yet again at the end. Seeing her friends surrounding her on her birthday with the cake they had got her,  when her Dad had broken his promise to her and was nowhere to be seen was really touching. In a society where things like honesty, true friendship, hardwork and imagination have fallen by the wayside in favour of quick fix success, superficial friendships and lazy thinking I feel a movie like this is just what the younger generation need to see, and be inspired.

I have many fond memories of reading about the adventures of the  BSC and it surprises me how much I still remember about each of the characters who were brought to life by Ann M. Martin and other writers. The movie did an excellent job in taking these characters from the pages to our screens and it gave me a huge dose of nostalgia for the 90’s and my childhood!

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Gluten and Dairy free Vanilla Sponge

So last night I decided a perfect end to a lovely restful weekend would be to bake a sponge. It’s also part of my natural health drive to reduce the amount of hidden fats and unwanted additives/ chemicals in my diet; the rule  is f I didn’t bake it I don’t eat it as far as cakes go. I felt like something sweet but wanted to avoid buying it from a bakery or supermarket..

So anyway; this is the recipe which makes one small-medium cake if you want to make a sponge sandwich cake obviously double the amounts and put into 2 separate tins.

1 cup of granulated sugar

1/2 cup of dairy free spread

2 large eggs

1 teaspoon of Vanilla Extract

1 and 3/4 cups of All purpose gluten free flour

1 and a half teaspoon of baking powder

1/2 teaspoon baking soda

1/2 teaspoon salt

1/2 teaspoon Xantham gum (this really helps to improve the consistency and reduce the crumbly texture which gluten free cakes can take!)

3/4 hemp milk (or rice milk)



1. Preheart the oven to 175 degrees celsius

2. Grease one small or medium rmound cake tin

3. Cream dairy free spread and sugar together for 10 minutes manually or 5 minutes with an electric mixer.

4. Add one egg at a time beating well into the  mixture until light and fluffy then add vanilla extract

5. Sift all the other ingredients into a seperate bowl (except the milk) and add half at a time beat a low speed until combined then mix half of the milk in.Repeat the same process for the other half of the dry ingredients and milk.

6. Bake for about 30-40 minutes and leave to cool before


Again it’s a very simple easy to follow recipe and it turned out wonderfully. I got a bit lazy with the measurements only because the recipe I was following were giving the amounts in cups whereas I had scales with no measuring cups. If you find yourself in this situation just google a cups to gram conversion table and chart; there are many of them out there. I was  being a bit hasty so I did a lot of gestimates and I can say that having the right amount of milk is particularly important in this recipe as I didn’t put enough milk in it was a bit dry. I think the milk would give it a nice moist texture! I also did it by hand but I think if you have an electric whisk it’s best to use that.

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Gluten and Dairy Free Banana cake

Happy New Year everyone!

I’ve spent today singing,cleaning, NOT making “new year’s resolutions”, reading, writing aaaand baking!

I found this recipe for banana cake online and it suited me perfectly as I am not on a strict gluten and dairy free diet but I do try to avoid it. This is the second time I’ve tried it and I have to say I think the first time it turned out better in terms of consistency. I tweaked the recipe slightly and put in less bananas; 4 instead of 6 and they were not as ripe as the ones I used the first time. So perhaps that is the reason for the difference.

It is a simple recipe and you will probably have most if not all the ingredients in your baking cupboard already. You will need;

250 grams gluten free flour

1 teaspsoon baking power

1/2 teaspoon salt

2 tablespoons of maple syrup

120g dairy free sunflower spread or butter

100g demerara sugar

2 eggs lightly beaten

6 ripe bananas


Step 1-Preheat oven to 175 degrees celsius. Grease loaf tin.

Step 2-Mix  flour, baking powder and salt in a bowl. In a separate bowl, cream together butter and sugar. Stir in eggs, maple syrup and mashed bananas until well blended using an electric whisk, hand whisk or wooden spoon.Combine the  banana and  flour mixture ; mix until batter is just moist. Pour batter into preprepared tin.
Step3 3-Bake in preheated oven for  30 minutes, until a skewer inserted into centre of the loaf comes out clean and voila…
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I am Trayvon

Written in the weeks following the national outcry at this injustice and published in SLIK and No Bounds magazine earlier this year.


Millions worldwide have signed the petition to seek justice for the brutal and unprovoked murder of a 17 year old boy named Trayvon Martin. He was killed in Sanford, Florida by George Zimmerman a 28 year old self appointed neighbourhood watchman  who decided that he should play judge, jury and executioner of an unarmed child because he decided that Trayvon looked ‘suspicious’.

Trayvon armed with skittles and Iced tea, was walking through the gated community where he lived with his family when he was shot and killed by Zimmerman who initially walked free under the authority’s interpretation of Florida’s Self Defence Laws.

The news of his death, and how Zimmerman had not even been arrested sent shockwaves throughout America and beyond.  “I am Trayvon” was the rallying cry heard at protests organised throughout America. Various congressmen and celebrities donned ‘hoodies’ in protest standing in solidarity with the Martin family. Following the global outrage and weeks of empassioned campaigning, Zimmerman was arrested and charged with 2nd degree murder nearly 2 months after Trayvon’s death. However as Rev Sharpton said on the day the news of this broke out, ” Had there not been pressure there would not have been a second look. This is a not a night for celebration, this is not a night that should have happened in the first place.”

At a time like this it is vital to consider what can be learned from such tragic circumstances. What we learn from this, and the way we combat the racist discourse we are being assaulted with is crucial so that we can work towards change as we step out from under this canopy of injustice into brighter more hopeful days.

An rather myopic analysis of events is that Zimmerman was merely an overzealous individual whose ill thought out actions resulted in the death of a minor. Ulitimately he was responsible for his actions which were contrary to the instructions given by the Police Dispatcher he called whilst following Trayvon.

However as uncomfortable as it is for many it is important to throw the net of culpability wider and view this tragedy against a backdrop of wider societal prejudice and deeprooted injustice.Some have then tried to seperate his actions from the thought process leading up to this, condemning the vigilante act of shooting but legitimising the fear and suspicion upon which he acted. This is illustrated clearly in the attitude famously articulated by Rivera a Fox Commentator who urged black and latino young people to stop wearing hoodies in order to avoid Trayvon’s fate. Implicit in this paradigm is an uncritical acceptance of profiling and negative stereotyping.

This issue also goes way beyond gun control , or Florida’s interpretation of self defence laws. These were merely tools to facilitate this collective act of injustice.

And as Britain gets ready to point a smug finger of accusation across the Atlantic, it would be salient to highlight how events in America are being mirrored here in the UK. We are facing a huge problem with stop and search.  According to the London School of Economics and Open Society Justice Initiativ, black people are 30x more likely to be stopped and searched under Section 60 powers. This is linked to racial profiling.

Britain applauded itself for the recent convictions for the killers of 18 year old Stephen Lawrence to proclaim the fairness of our Justice system . However it took 17 years to achieve any sort of justice for Stephen Lawrence. More pertinently it would not have happened without the persistence and unrivalled determination of Doreen and Neville Lawrence who fought, and still are fighting for justice. The fact that 3 of the 5 killers are still walking free is a blight upon the justice system.

The numbers of death in custody remain at an unacceptably high level and we have witnessed in particular, a sharp rise in the numbers of black deaths in custody in recent years. The circ . The circumstances in which these men died are suspicious, and the reasons for death put forward by police lack credibility. The UFFC has been formed in response to this.

These acts of aggression are all on a continuum; from the police man who stops and searches to the one who kills the unarmed black male because he decides he is a threat, and to the Justice system that is slow and unwilling to bring justice. Each method of control, humiliation, and subjucation is held up by the other. Inextricably joined together in an ugly coalition of prejudice and fear.

The eyes of America and indeed the world, are closely following the developments in this case .

While Trayvon’s death received the media coverage that it deserved,  other’s have not. Ramarley Graham, a drug suspect shot dead in his mother’s apartment, and Rekia Boyd shot dead by an off duty police officer were both unarmed and black.

And 15 year old Aspergers Sufferor Stephon Watts was regarded as such a threat when he approached officers with a butter knife that they shot him dead in his parent’s house.

If this case teaches us anything it is that a guiltly until proven innocent approach is untenable. If someone is engaged in criminal activity, due process must be followed.

President Obama has urged that America does some ‘soul searching’ on this incident.

As MLK Jr said “Every step towards the goal of justice requires..the tireless exertions and passionate concern of dedicated individuals” As a rainbow coalition of people from all walks of society stand together action against this affront to justice and humanity, we have seen progress made in a short time. The journey has opened with dialogue but Trayvon’s legacy will be more than words alone.

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Natural hair revolution

This was originally published on an old blog of mine in 2010. My thoughts on this have evolved and developed but the fundamentals outlined in this post remain the same.

To fro, or not to fro..that, is the question..

I think I must have been born with a thick head of hair, in all my baby pictures it’s the same, a smiling little girl with an exquisite mass of black hair. My long suffering Ghanaian mother had a job on her hands, and it was a job well done, she painstakingly combed and braided my hair throughout my childhood and early teens. My crowning glory came with a price though, it hurt like anything. So when I reached 19 I thought I’d get it relaxed, so it would be straight, and pretty and easy. No more battling with my afro comb to unravel the inevitables tangles and clumps in my hair!No more sitting for hours upon end whilst someone braided my hair! And no more being envious of the girls who “swung” their hair behind them as they bobbed down the street!It was never about self hatred to me, or about fitting in, it was about what was convenient. And plus it looked good. This was just my preference..I think?

I‘ve grown to realise that there is a fine line between preference and prejudice, and it’s so difficult to unpick the almost invisible thread which seperates these two, or perhaps they are not two separate and disinct things, but rather prejudice is merely a more extreme manifestation of preference, therefore they are on a continuum. Perhaps we need to start rethinking words, and look deeper into meanings; is preference often just a socially acceptable form of prejudice?

That’s what I had to ask myself over the years each time I went to the hairdresser. I had read the bluest eye at age 16 and was moved by the story of racial self hatred within 1920s America, Pecola the main character wanted blue eyes. She was black. This was ugly, and was as distasteful to the author as it was to me. Ironically, having grown up in a very white town in Scotland I had never encountered this before,  so it was a foreign concept to me which I mistakenly put down to being a uniquely American experience. I was shocked to encounter it when I moved down to England and began spending more time with other black people here in Britain,and found so many of them enslaved by the white beauty myth and believing that dark skin, nappy hair and big lips were unattractive for women, and that somehow having light skin, light eyes and “good hair” was the beauty ideal for black women. In other words, the fallacy that black women who look more ‘white’ are beautiful.

It’s almost become an unspoken sentiment in the black community that if we have soft loose spiral curls or “mixed hair’ it’s okay to wear it out, any more afro than that and we need to straighten it, braid or it, or just hide it under Indian remi.

Perhaps now is the time for us to rewrite the rule books, be rebels, be radical, and challenge te accepted discourse on what is beautiful and what is not. So here, in my world I am trying to reignite some debate,passion and the revisiting of old ways of thinking, and to critically appraise and analyse the accepted discourse on beauty, the taken for granted assumptions and “truths” about what is attractive and what is not.

So what is the difference between prejudice and prejudice?The bottom line is, I’m still not sure how what the answer to that is, I’m not entirely convinced that these two things are anaethema to each other, and I would still contend that to some extent- the lines are blurrred. However, I will say for the purpose of this argument that the two can be distinguished by what they are informed by; preference will be wholesome and peculiar to that person for no obvious reason; for example I love the color lilac, I wasn’t brought up to think that, or taught this, nor was it particularly the main colour projected by the media. Conversely, prejudice will often appear to be something intrinsic to a person and therefore will lay masquerade as an inate preference, however under careful scrutiny and honest  reflection it will become evident that it has been formed and moulded by external influences.

So now ten years on from reading the Bluest Eye, I’m still not sure about how much I have been affected by the negative media images of black women, and the focus on white and European as beautiful. I’ve been reconditioning myself and my thoughts, both consciously and unconsciously.  I’ve began to hate the language surrounding natural hair, every time I visit the hairdresser they tell me I have so much new growth?Is my natural hair a tumour or a cancer? Is it something that must be removed or treated?

I give a loud and defiant NO in answers to these questions, my natural hair is beautiful, God blessed me with it and I should not feel that it is unprofessional or too ”out there” to wear it out in it’s pure and  unadulterated afro glory. So I eventually decided that I would relax my hair one more time, and that would be it for the foreseeable future..I began 2010 with a relaxer free commitment and hope to continue with this for many years..if I should go back to relaxed hair I will not feel I have failed. I am not against relaxed hair, and I certainly do not believe it is synonymous with self hate or self loathing, just as I do not believe natural hair necessarily is indicative of black pride.

However, what I am against is the unspoken yet accepted ideal that I must always hide my natural hair, that having relaxed is hair is not a style which I may or may not choose to adopt but it is obligatory. I’ve exercised my legitimate right to choose to use chemicals for the past decades; its now taken its toll on my hair, the volume and thicknes and length of my hair has reduced by about 50%, it’s still far longer than many girls but that doens’t take away from the fact that relaxer has done just that..taken now I’m trying to add, to rebuild, to grow and to nuture by throwing away the chemicals for an indefinite time period. It will do all of these things to my hair,but more importantly.. to my life and to my identity as a young black woman, and hopefuly to everyone I encounter. I hope that the young black girls can look up and see at least one woman who isn’t sending the silent message that our hair must be modified and treated to be tolerated or accepted.

Indeed I would hope that women of any race know that it’s okay the way God made them.

Nothing about our culture, or anyone’s else culture should be toned down, or hidden and swept under the proverbial carpet to be accepted.

Let’s celebrate our differences, there is strength and beauty in diversity.

This was originally published on an old blog of mine in 2010. My thoughts on this have evolved and developed but the fundamentals outlined in this post remain the same.

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Hello world!

So after a 2 year hiatus from blogging I am back! The power of the pen is but mightier than the sword, so I am back wielding my power carrying words. Disclaimer:  this blog will not fit neatly into the category of hair and beauty blog or health etc

It is a nomadic blog, similar to it’s author (myself). It is on a journey and will explore different subjects and travel from place to place.

Be challenged, inspired and encouraged.
Happy reading!








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