Text of my spoken word performance at Sisters With Voices 20/05/2018
As time passes, the music within slows down, but the drums keep on
I pay homage to the natural hair movement
‘She’ is defined by what she is not allowed
Love Africa, love yourself
This land is still yours.
The history of humanity can be told in frames of people looking away
So we must do good to humanity, to the earth... for time passes
I wish I could catch me a cloud and sail back to my yesteryears
And what will you do? You who hears the howling of Ifrani?