Tuesday 2 November 2010

'My Perfect Day'...Poetry Book Launch n Thoughts...




Some seasons are a little warmer…

I’m really good at bigging myself up and even better at bigging others up but before I begin yapping I just want to take a second to state that this, and when I write about poverty, race any issue of substance isn’t about me. It’s really lovely to get people sending me messages and stuff saying well done and that they enjoy it (I want you to enjoy reading) and I won’t act like there isn’t an element of vanity involved in writing a blog, poetry and even sharing pictures on Facebook. But I want it to be less about Alimah doing something goodor writing something interesting, look past that and just think about the message I am trying to relay, independent of them being my thoughts? Get me? I say this because I feel its so easy for one to get gassed up in their own hype and I for one don’t want to be that kind of person. And more so because I find that people tell me they like certain posts about certain things but rarely ask me how they can get involved.

Anywho…moving on…I remembered something this morning as I smiled when I woke up bright and early for the library. When I was 11 years old, in my final year at Primary School my teacher had me read out a piece I wrote in our end of year performance (I did a dance and wrote a play for it too!! Good times!!). I still have the piece as it’s in my personal profile gathering dust in my Memories Box. I remember I said…something like…”My perfect day would be for me to wake up in the morning and see that there are no nettles in my garden. And I would see on the news that there is no poverty or crime in the world”. I didn’t even watch the news back then! I kinda want to hug my 11 year old self because even though between then and about 3 years ago that wasn’t what I was always thinking about, I love that things haven’t changed so much. And I really want to tell my 11 year old self ‘Oyinkan (what I went by back then) we are making poverty history so you will get your perfect day’. And I’d tell her we have concrete in the garden now too ;). To be aware of such a huge problem at such a young age reminds me of how vital it is that we do really take notice.

So one of my poems Open Your Eyes was published along side many others in the Platform 2 I Am The Change poem book and the launch was yesterday!!! It was really wonderful to meet some other returnees and to see my poem printed (mines the first poem too (gosh I’m lame)). I wrote it after express I think and I posted it on this here blog in June!! Though I sent in a slightly edited (more P.C) version! Now seeing it in print I wish I had edited it a bit more – I am allowed to critique my work, it could do with some serious tweekage!! Ah well!!

Anywho, it was really about my thoughts on a whole buncha things all in one piece and just about the need to be open to receiving knowledge about things that actually affect us. And being aware of the things they don’t want you to know! And yesterday, though I hadn’t read it for months, I read it aloud to the warm audience at the event!! I actually quite enjoyed that!! 11 year old Limz wanted to be a singer/actress so hey…lol…maybe I’m meant for the stage! Not!!

Anywhoooo, the event was headlined by the AMAZING and INSPIRATIONAL Poetic Pilgrimage!!! I really have love for these sisters! They are Muslim spoken word/rappers who happen to also be reverts to Islam! MashaAllah their words were deep and I felt so much of what they were saying. There album is out so google search em!! My friend Shivon then blessed up the stage with her soulful voice and sang a heavy song that is on the Platform2 EP!!! I hadn’t heard it before and it really was moving in some ways! There were some other amazing poets too!!

So to end…

Platform 2 has created a platform for us returnees to spread our messages in whatever way we can and I am so happy to have been apart of that book! And I am eternally thankful to God and Platform2 for my Kenyan experience.

It’s not about us, but them. And by the power of every poem in that book – We will MAKE POVERTY HISTORY!!!

Shout out to any other returnees in the book who I don’t know. Proud to have a page alongside yours!!!

So check out the poem Open Your Eyes (posted in June) and also look at what I think is almost the preamble to it On Reflection. Would love to hear your thoughts!

Still smiling.

Tuesday 26 October 2010

Why Do You Look Away When I Speak About Poverty?


Picture - Kibera Slum, Kenya, home to 1.4 million of Kenyans poorest people.

It has dawned on me. As hard as I seem to find it to write about poverty and development, mainly because its so deep that I only ever want to do it justice, it's probably spurred on by the fact that it's one of those things people don't like to talk about too much.

People don't want to be made to feel guilty about something that is in many ways out of their control. People don't want to take responsibilty for what they fail to know. And people don't want to take the time to truly think about the possibility...the tiny but massive possibilty that we could actually do something to end poverty. For good.

Where to start?

It's a tricky one poverty and development. There is such a huge need that its normal for one not to be able to fathum the possibilty of change but let me just shed some light on why there needs to be change...how better then a few hard hitting statistics ay!

1.4 Billion people live in extreme poverty right now. That's not including the millions who live in poverty. When I say extreme poverty I mean they live off less than 85p a day - according to the World Bank. And this figure is adjusted to buying power so dont think ooh 85p into naira is like 170 naira which can buy enough food for a day...coz the equiivilent I mean is not.

884 million people don't have access to safe drinking water and around a Billion people don't have a toilet. May seem hard to believe but I have used a pit latrine and if there is no water around they are highly unhygienic and extremely unpleasant. The result of this is that 2.2 million people die from diarrhoea related diseases EVERY YEAR!!! Here in the UK people make jokes about diarrhoea because its nothing to us. Get a pill and its cleared. Completely different story over there.

EVERY DAY 22,000 people die from hunger and diseases we easily cure here. Die from hunger? Seriously. We see it in the news and in adverts but can you really imagine being so hungry you die? I can't, that makes me shudder. That is one child every 3.9 seconds people. SubhanAllah.

72 million children are missing out on an education and there are still 759 million adults who never went to school. So where are their prospects of making a living? There are a not enough jobs so these uneducated people will do menial labour for menial pay - probably not even amounting to that 85p.

These are just a few reasons why we must act. We all talk about Peace, Love and Unity but if we don't do what I see as one of the clearest and most needed acts of love to the people who need us most, what are we doing?

I always think, if I were in their shoes, sitting in my village trying to figure out what I'm going to feed my family today knowing there were people thousands of miles away with money they use to splash out on gucci, prada and versace (not that I'd know or care what that was), I'd be praying that they would help. Especially if my own country were not doing or could not do enough.

The world is unjust. It just is. God made it that way. He also gave us free will. Most of that is abused because the worst things in the world have happened through mans desire to use free will for bad rather than good. But we, as God feering slaves and children of God, whether your Muslim, Christian, Hindu, Sikh or Rastafarian, know what love is. And love is kind. It is caring and giving and it is unconditional. If not for any other reason we should be pushing for the end of suffering for these reasons alone.

But also, and this is a lesson I took from Kenya and will always apply to my life. We have the ability to live in balance. So when you splash out on that bag or coat, spa weekend or holiday in the bahamas give a little more that month. Sponsor another child. Volunteer during that holiday. We should always strive to make the world better.

Why?

Because we can...it is possible and it has been done!

South Korea (I learnt at the 1.4 Billion presentation held by MADE) is an example of an aid recipient country becoming a aid donor today. The country has been transformed from developing to developed. From struggling to surviving. It is so possible.

In Ghana, 'following a landmark democratic election in 1992, Ghana's government helped implement policies that promoted economic growth and poverty alleviation by investing in things like health, education and infrastructure. Extreme poverty in Ghana has dropped from 49% to 30%'. Alamdullillah (Praise be to God)!!! While they still have a long way to go...that's a huge achievement and proof of what can be done internally.

And finally, for this post anyway...we must work towards and get involved in alleviating poverty because once upon a time the world thought slavery was normal. That it was something the economy couldn't live without. That it was the natural order of things. And that it couldn't ever really end. But it did. And while there is a huge difference in the two, how amazing would it be to wake up and know that no one was going to die from poverty related issues again?


Anyway, that's all for this post. Will delve a little deeper in my next one.

Just remember...

We can - see the UN Millenium Development Goals come to pass.
We should - show love, peace and unity in the greatest way.
We will - MAKE POVERTY HISTORY.

Still smiling.

Monday 25 October 2010

Black History Month: Black's Got Talent!!!



I am meant to be posting about poverty and development which I will but I just wanted to write a quick one about the event I went to on Sunday!

It was a BHM event - basically a showcase of talent! I hadn't been to an event like that in ages and it was so nice to be in a venue with good vibes, great entertainment and all for the celebration this great month!

There was a dance group that took me back to my school days of going to talent shows and my year of practicing a dance for the Southwark show that we never actually did perform! Would have been a fail if we did tho! Lol!

The poet, who initially I was reluctant about because she has that American style of reciting which I am starting to find defeats the meaning of some poetry performances, was amazing. The content of her poems were deep and meaningful and spoke to me on many levels. I have written alot on the things she spoke about. I appreciate the poetic art form - I may just add that one of my poems 'Open Your Eyes' is being published in the Platform 2 poetry book!!! :)

The fashion too was note worthy. I am really loving the fact that everyone seems to have some kind of fashion line out these days! I even did/do! (Liallah Vintage will return sometime soon!) The first was a African line (funnily enough I had just sketched and given designs to my tailor to make ankara dresses for me that very day!) which was on point! It's beautiful to see the commercial world appreciate our traditional cloth. And while I love the traditional ways of wearing lace and ankara I am loving the modern twists! The second line was more street fashion - very imageting! I can't say I didn't like it coz I did!

There were two acts I weren't to excited about...a singer who could really saaang but his lyrical content was too explicit for me! And then the comedian...hmmm...black comedians love to pick on 3 people if there in the crowd...white people, Somalians and Muslims if there are any!! And there's me in my bright blazer sitting at the front...I was pretty much asking for it-and he did go there! I won't repeat what he said! Silly man!

And my friend Remel who hosted the event was excellent! Its wonderful to see people you know who are going down the media route, do big things! I am a big supporter of urban talent. I have to big up my girl Abimaro on that one. She is one of the most inspirational singer/songwriters I know and the wings attached to her music continue to extend! I could list more...

Black people, through our struggles, stories, rich culture and traditions have so much to offer in the entertainment world. We are appreciated in this area but not as much as we should be. Every time I go to one of these shows, hear some original music or see some deep lined African dance I raise my fist a lil higher!

...I just think it's important we as a community continue to back eachother in anything we are trying to do. Whether that be academic, in fashion, music...whatever. We need to lift eachother up! It's only once we unite fully and support eachother that other communities will believe in us and support us too! One day it won't be classed 'urban'...it'll just be part of the mainstream!

Anyway...that's all from me!

P.S...I watched the MOBOs this year - loving where Tinie Tempah has got himself too,two awards n all -naija boy and all! And Tinchy has had my backing from day so I was happy to see his performance tho i know there were no awards there! Might aswell big up Ruff Squad...I'm like their most unlikely supporter but I listen to their tunes r'day!! Luv grime tbh...maybe it's because I'm a Londoner! ;)

Look at me biggin people up like it really counts lol!

Still smiling!

Thursday 21 October 2010

Black History Month Thoughts: 1.4 Billion Reasons...


I feel annoyed with myself!

Since returning from Kenya I have been active. I have done a lot of volunteering etc and I have given many pro development rant speeches to friends and family who have listened or read my lengthy emails but I have not really spread the word about development anywhere as much as I need to or want to.

Everytime I plan on writing a blog on development issues I never know where to start coz my blogs are longth enough as it is, one on such a broad area would never end! And its an area I amso passionate about I guess I feel like my writing won't do it due justice.

Yesturday I went to an event hosted by a charity called MADE. It was a screening of a documentary film called 1.4 Billion Reasons.

1.4 billion people live in extreme poverty...so that's 1.4 billion reasons to respond immediately.

The film reminded me of the passion I have for helping in any way I can, the UN Millenuium Development Goals to come to pass. It reminded me of the love I long for for humanity and it reminded me of the life of balance I vowed to live when I returned from Kenya.

Moreso, seeing the clips of children in their tattered school uniforms reminded me of the kenyan children who greeted us so warmly on our travels and the farmers digging up the earth reminded me of the earth I once dug up and the sounds of african drums reminded me of all the smiles and the sunshine and the oh so beautiful Kenyan land!

I miss Kenya.

But really I miss my passion to see us MAKE POVERTY HISTORY.

So...since its BHM and I haven't found time to write many racial pieces I will TRY and write a blog every couple of days on different aspects of development. And I hope some of you who see things the way I do will read and sahre your thoughts with me.

But for now have a peek at the Millenuim Development Goals if you care enough - go on DFID's website --- http://www.dfid.gov.uk/
While your at it have a browse round...http://www.globalpovertyproject.com/pages/about_us

If only there were more hours in the day...I could just write endlessly.

Still smiling.

Monday 11 October 2010

BHM Reflections: No Corruption in Lagos? Really?


As the child of parents who both grew up in Lagos and as a person who identifies with tales of area boys and corruption the BBC2 documentary on Law and Disorder was really interesting!

Yes it was hella funny and I could just blog a bunch of quotes from that documentary...Nigerians have got to be the funniest people in Africa!!The things they say-classic!!! Anywho...it did, I think, warrant a serious reflective moment. I love being Nigerian and though I have only been there once (2008) I see myself as Nigerian because let’s face it-my part of south London is swarming with us so it’s not hard to stay connected with our culture. And my parents have serenaded me with all things Nigerian - from the kid’s parties every Saturday to the put your hands up and face the wall punishments!! But as much as I love the culture, I can’t stand the mentality of many Nigerians.

I remember when we went...and we were walking through my mum’s old area-really urban part. I tried to blend in with some old clothes but my brother had to come with his fresh everything and anyway we just stood out. A bunch of boys said, as we walked passed with my aunt...’We will show dem’...he said it in English (with his kink accent) I guess so we’d know exactly what he was saying!! My aunt scorned him and said...’Kilo fe fi wo’ (what will you show them?) followed by ‘olodo’ (cuss word)...I did laugh at the time, tho I was slyly a bit nervous!!

Anywho...as we all know poverty breeds crime. It’s as simple as that. When I was in Kenya, as we looked over the Kibera slum I remember the headmaster of the school tell us about the reciprocal cycle of the slum children. The few who are lucky enough to go to primary school will go, but once they finish, because they cannot afford high school they enter into or re-enter (many of them start school after a life of crime) the life of crime many see as the only option. In many places I think a kind of Robin Hood principle prevails. They are poor and no one is helping them through educating or employing them so they steal and commit crimes against those that perhaps should be helping or simply those more fortunate. And that was why the bobo said that to us, he looked at us and saw money and so felt as though he should be entitled to some too. That’s how poverty breeds crime.

We all need to eat? That’s what criminals like that say. That’s what man dem pushing in Brixton will say. And I do understand very much that one of the fundamental causes of crime is inequality. Clearly the link between black people in Britain being over represented in crime figures is not just due to victimisation, it’s simply down to higher levels of crime caused by the cycle of ‘poverty’ breeding criminals.

The ‘Cross and Die’ dude in the documentary (I think I was the only person who didn’t find that funny-ode) made a valid enough point. He said ‘We want job, we don’t want to fight’...he said they really wanted peace. And while I don’t like the idea of justifying violence or crime for any reason, I can understand where he is coming from. If you’re hungry and your kids are hungry and no one is trying to offer you an out when you’re ready and willing to work for your p, what will you do? The problems lies within the internal factions of government who are failing their people, in turn causing their people to fail themselves and each other.

Now that bre...MC’s vice or voice you might say was funny! I liked the fact that he was rather well spoken. But I found his delusional attitude to the illegality of MC’s empire really annoying. In places like Nigeria there really isn’t much law and order-I guess that was what the doc was aiming to reveal. It’s every man for themselves. Survival of the fittest. So rather than relying on being employed by legal means, these area boys are hired by dudes like MC. Who simply breathe air into their criminality. His attitude annoyed me...silly brother. The law does not work in the country. As a person studying the law I can appreciate that. It simply doesn’t work because it fails to produce what the fundamental aim of law is-order and justice. Crucial fail results in crucial failings in the ways of the people.

These people watch their governments steal and swindle millions so to them it’s just the way it is-if the leaders of the country don’t obey the law why should the citizens? And their officers of the law are all in on the criminal dealings too!SMH...

To make matters worse they blatantly don’t want to hear any voice of reason. The way that officer boyed off Louis’s questions with –‘you’re just recycling one issue’! As much as I laughed it’s so annoying how they don’t want to hear anyone. Surely a country so hard headed and stuck in their ways won’t ever change.

But I suppose its not all bad. Environmental day looked promising. I read something about that in the news a while ago. It is Nigeria’s attempt to be greener I suppose. The only thing is you just know that’s going to be used as another tool to get money out of people who are in the wrong place on a Sunday!

To end...I don’t think we are really in much of a position to judge in many ways. While we make jokes of the man dem in London who are bringing 419 to our streets we don’t truly understand the struggles of the people there. Not that it is reason for their behaviour but it really is such a whole different life out there that until we live there, all we can do is laugh without really understanding who is to blame. To me it’s all of them. Even us.

Black History Month is about reflecting on the past, analysing the present and planning for the future. I for one am very proud to be Nigerian because with all its problems, the wealth of culture it brings truly warms my heart. So when I make it big and become senior partner at my law firm and I’m making mainstream money, best believe I’m gonna lay some foundations out back home!!! InshaAllah. Actions speak louder than words after all.

Anywho...here’s to another failed short blog...gosh I talk too much!!!

Big up all my flygerians!!!Flygerian blog soon come!!!

Still smiling.

P.S If you can be bothered after reading this have a listen to Wande Coal - Se Na Like This...the lyrics are really deep and I'm sure most people haven't noticed!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3qVzXiWJj-o

Sunday 10 October 2010

Say It Loud: I'm Black and I'm Proud!!!


28th September 2010

I was listening to Styles P Featuring Floetry ‘I’m Black’ the other day (study music) and I feel a weird sense of pride when I listen to the lyrics, even though I don’t agree with all he says (very un-PC if u get me!!) I love the chorus...”So proud to be just who I am...I’m black”. How often is it that people sing things like that anymore?

I have written quite a few blogs on race issues as I see myself as somewhat ‘afrocentric’...not because all I see is race but because I feel it vital as a black British woman trying to be more than a woman in what is still a largely white man’s world to be aware of the race issues that still affect us. So while I don’t walk around with a chip on my shoulder I’m not blind.

When I think of my patriotism to Britain I think of Black Britain. It’s very different to white Britain. My 3 years at a typically white middle class university and my time at various law firms taught me that. The things I witnessed and experienced and heard about while at the predominately ethnic school in Peckham I went to and the ‘black’ college I went to are so different o the stories exchanged with the students I interned with and people I travelled with. And while I won’t act like I am proud of all the things I have seen through association and surroundings, it has contributed to shaping the woman I am becoming. And that woman is one who does not and will not (when I’m a high flying lawyer) underestimate the relevance of coming up from the tales of Peckham!

Presiding over Leeds uni’s ACS and leading it to success (we seriously did a heavy job that year) is seriously one of my biggest achievements alongside attaining a 2.1 at uni. Seeing black people prevail is one of my biggest dreams because all through my life I have watched our community struggle and I have read of the history of struggle which is so deeply sad. I wrote my final year dissertation on institutional racism and deaths in custody and the things I read about and concluded on still make me shudder today.

My ambition to be successful is not just because I want to live a comfortable life and have a big family. It’s more so because I want to be another ambassador for what hard work can do. I want to prove that you don’t have to be a certain way to attain a certain level of success. Not that we don’t have several of such examples, but we don’t have enough. Especially Black, African, Female, Muslim-hijabi examples-get me!!

At an interview with a magic circle firm I interned with last Easter the managing partner of the firm said to me, upon reading my application again, ‘Do you feel you want to be a lawyer not just because your interested in law but because you have something to prove?’. I remember thinking – that was bold!! But I also thought ‘ye damn straight’. But what a shame that that is/was the case. It spoke volumes to me though that he actually knew that there would naturally be an element of that in my pursuit. That was blatantly a racial/religious inspired question-it still happens in 2009!

This is why I think Black History Month is important. Some people don’t see the point in it but I see a huge point. Until the west stop stripping Africa naked, until the city really let blacks in, until the police stop victimising our men, until our men stop victimising themselves, until the cycle of hatred and crime ceases, there will always be a need for this month.

To me it’s purpose is fundamentally to remind us of how our ancestors, grandparents, parents, brothers and sisters have struggled to elevate our position so that we take our rightful stance in society. Slavery is still the greatest crime against humanity. Fact. Surely if we were more aware of what they went through we would push ourselves further today?

So...till I see true equality I will continue to raise my fist. Till colour is no longer a barrier in even the slightest way I will raise my fist. And till I see the west accept black beauty I will continue to be pro natural and anti bleach/weave while I raise my fist!! (I joke)

Black history wasn’t in the curriculum when I was at school, but I had to learn about WW1, WW2, Vietnam, Russian Revolution, the Holocaust and so on...you might even say none of that is even our history!!! So if they won’t teach us, we must teach ourselves!!! Until we can learn to celebrate our history-struggles and successes-they won’t.

I will end with a quote taken from my A level English coursework which is a quote from my man Malcolm! I hope I didn’t make it up!!

“I believe in the brotherhood of all men, but I do not believe in brotherhood with someone who does not want brotherhood with me”. Interpret as you will.

It’s all about peace, love and unity.

Happy BHM to everyone!
Still smiling...

Sunday 26 September 2010

Every time I Cry, I Grow a Little Stronger...


SubhannAllah (Glory be to God). Rainy season continues to pour down and occasionally my umbrella brakes and I become soaked up in the seemingly deep stresses of life that just consume all your energy and joy. Then I realise it was just a little shower and will pass so I’m pressing on awaiting that sunshine which I feel is closer than ever.

Alright, enough of the metaphors! This is not Dawson’s Creek diaries!! This blog has become a bit of a therapy session for me as I feel as though I’m talking to God as I write while also maybe even helping a couple of you through sharing my experiences.
I have been a lil stressed recently as you do. My new schedule is very time and energy consuming. I literally do not have a day of rest and that is draining at times. And as is perhaps accepted as natural now days, living at home with parents when your stressed with work n studies is not easy. Today during an immanent torrential downpour my mum said ‘you used to be your dads favourite’ and while I knew that I wasn’t at the moment it was so hard hearing that from her.

Life is difficult, we all have struggles and we all have issues. Collectively. And it is so easy to become so indulged in your own problems that you forget that those closest to you, i.e your parents have issues too. So when they nag about housework n making stew you can’t quite comprehend how they don’t realise that you have been at work all day or that you have class in the morning and need to prepare. But what we forget I think, is that their struggles, now, before and in the future tend to be so much deeper than us being momentarily broke, failing an exam or not wanting to wash the dishes.

What I have learnt this past few rainy months is that a parents love and pleasure towards their child is so important. I have been walking round my house like I’m some big woman who has her own stuff to do and no time for chit chat and they have picked up on it. And while efforts to ‘stay out of his/her way’ may seem the best way to avoid the obvious argument, it cripples the relationship between the two people you should honour most in this world. And its crazy because you may not think they notice but they do. My mum said she missed talking to me (not in so many words but that was the gist). That’s rather sad!

My dad told me he loved me this morning (during that immenent storm) and while I knew that, the reminder lifted such a heavy weight from me as I had been so consumed in my own issues that I had magnified them beyond what they really were. Those words were enough, in some ways. And my mum, though I think if she read my blog would realise that I do know this, told me to man up basically. She said life is not easy and you can’t trip over every hurdle (basically) and so I should try and be stronger through some of these hard times because there may be harder times to come.

There is so much truth in that. And while its so easy for me to say these things I do realise its so hard in action but one thing I do know is that if I truly love God and honour Him, I should honour and show love to my parents as I do try to for Him. Allah teaches us that disobeying ones parents is like disobeying Him. And the pleasure of your parents should be a constant aspiration of ours. So surely our actions need to reflect that as believers in our Creator. I’m telling myself this more than you!

So to end...let the tears flow as the rain pours as we all need that release but when those tears fade, wipe your coat dry because we must soldier on through each hurdle of life. It will serve to make us wiser, stronger and more loving people. And never forget how important family ties are. They should come first and be nurtured. And I can assure you if you have the support of your parents, your problems will seem like nothing.

I’m gonna work on being dad’s favourite again (rolls eyes) and drop my ‘more than a woman’ attitude so me n mumz are close again. And I’m letting go of those ‘issues’.
Still smiling.

Monday 20 September 2010

Some Seasons are Cloudy...

So I think this will be short.

I've been forced to ponder the fact that some seasons in life are rather cloudy and others really clear. Its easy to talk about these things metaphorically as it allows us to mask the depth of our troubles or fears. This season seems to have become a little cloudy for me. I can just about see the sun peering through it all but the fear of rain and thunder can be so overwhelming at times.

Failure and the ability to overcome it is a big thing in my life. I think I have had a good balance of successes and failures in my life and I have a good ability to brush myself off and keep climbing that mountain. However, it seems that the older I get, the less acceptable failure becomes. And the harder it is to deal with.

Furthermore, the more I pray for something, the harder it is when it doesnt come to pass. Then it becomes not about the failure but about the prayer. And its interesting to realise that not everything you pray for will come to pass because its God's will, and therefore it becomes an option to stop praying for some things altogether because God will give it to you whether you pray or not right? Wrong? Prayer is powerful but it is also difficult reasoning with something you can only see good in but God sees (and knows) something different of so chooses to keep it from you till its time.

Complicated I think. So despite the fact that the clouds above me could produce numerous seasons to come and despite the fact that I am no nearer to understanding or reasoning with qadr I think for now its best to take each day as it comes.

I often describe the struggles of life as the mountain we are climbling to attain a certain goal. When the skies are clouded it may be hard to see to the top, when its raining you may just slip a little but when that sun comes out...and you've soldiered through all the seasons...well...I'll see you at the top!

Still smiling.

Wednesday 25 August 2010

Waving bye to my Gap Year :'(


A Gap Year to Remember

As I sit here attempting to work through the mass of Pre Course study for my LPC my mind wonders into a realm of anxiety! My gap year is actually over and I will be a student again! And while I thought doing my LPC part-time would mean I would still have lots of me and you time the pre course study indicates that that’s not the case! And I have a part-time job AND I’m still working at the Law Centre once a week! I’m about to be MIA!!! The prospect of being super busy does excite me as the devil makes work for idle minds so I am pleased mine will be consumed but yesterdays dozing off at court (while assisting the duty solicitor on housing cases) reminded me of my inability to function 100% during lectures and tutorials! So I can just see the cans of Monster and Red Bull I’m going to have to get through to keep up with myself!!

But on a happier note this gap year has been well worth it! Through the sad times – my cousins loosing their home to that Peckham fire, my beautiful Volkswagen Beetle exploding in the same fire, the crappy times at BPS (call centre) and failing my driving test (argh) twice (double argh)...to the good – the fun at the BPS, my buzzing social life, working at the law centre...to the downright AMAZING...Spain, Portugal (last summer counts!), Tunisia, launching my own business (Liallah Vintage), my blog  , the birth of my beautiful nephew and of course the trip of a lifetime...KENYA!!! Not to mention the friends I made and kept along the way - My BPS buds (though their unlikely to last let’s face it!) and my Kenyan lassie’s!

All in all its been truly wonderful and a serious learning curve in my life. I have definitely grown immensely in this short time and as I enter this next season I will allow my life lessons to guide me through...

One of my closest friends Abimaro once wrote to me and said something like - Everything in life has a season and we are not always in full bloom but like a beautiful orchid, we are constantly growing and if we wait patiently we will realise bloom is never too far away.

I live by that in many ways. I have three goals for myself that I hope to achieve in the next year of life and I feel that next season I will attain at least one of these. And I will wait patiently until full bloom reaches me...I’m not sure I’m ready for full bloom anyway though it’s slightly creeping up on me (aging) ;)!!

It’s a pity that orchid died!! Lol!!

P.S...Hold tight marriage season too...I have 4 weddings to attend in the next 3 months!!! Hang tight the Joan in me...keeping it zipped!!! ;)

(Above is a random pic of me and three of the Superb Six at my leaving do b4 Kenya)

Tuesday 3 August 2010

For the Love of God Put the Guns Down



So I have another itch...an itch to get into youth work...after ranting to my brother about my fury over these young boys stabbing and shooting eachther I was scouring the the web for youth groups I could work with and do my whole preaching thing to! Bro then said to me 'your gassed, you know you aint got time for that now'! And he's sooo right!! I wish I did but with all the things I'm doing now this may be a gassed moment that won't materialise any time soon.

BUT that doesn't mean there isn't a need for such things. Bro was saying to me that these boys don't have positive examples and all that jazz. And while I have problems with that notion in itself I know it bares some truth. And it is true, they are gassed up on Giggs and all that reppin Narm crap that leads them into a web of rubbish in pursuit of street credibility, money and status. All the while they fall into a life of crime, violence and hopelessness. It saddens me. And every time I see a news report about this yout that has been killed in this way, part of my Black British pride withers away.

Today interestingly, on the way back to the law centre after lunch I bumped into two old family friends-twin brothers. When I saw them from afar I thought they were just two city men...then as I got closer I realised who they were! Aside from the fact that they had grown into men, they just looked so professional. I came to learn that they actually have their own business and have employees! They are only 21! One handed me his business card and I had a naughty peek at the website at my desk and it was really impressive!! This is exactly what our community needs! More entrepreneurs like them! Another one of my good friends is working on a social networking website and in this day and age it is a very smart look! We need brothers like them to step up and inspire the young men that need it. And especially to explain how they could have gone down the path of crime but chose a better way.

I say more power to them!

But the sad thing is that at the same time I see tributes on Facebook and bbm for a young man who I did not know but have come to learn was sadly killed last year after having been stabbed outside a nightclub where he just performed. I watched a tribute to him and I could see exactly what kind of funny, fun loving and ambitious young man he must have been and its just such a shame his life was taken in that way. It actually makes me really emotional.

They say poverty breeds crime. But what baffles me is that the poverty we may lay claim to here isn't even really poverty! The 1.5 million people in the Kibera Slum in Kenya is poverty.

These young men are just so desperate for the easy money through pushing drugs, making music and what ever else that they cant even grasp the concept of anything that requires real hard graft (not that music unsupported by illegitimate means isnt hard graft).

The claim that there is a lack of positive role models is true yes(to some extent), but perhaps we as a community are not doing enough to be that example? And perhaps the positive examples aren't doing enough. Perhaps we're too quick to jump the fence and move out of the endz and forget those who need us as a positive example (I say that knowing I haven't moved anywhere lol). And perhaps we're labelling them too much anyway. There is truth in the self fulfilling prophecy theory after all.

I could go on...I don't think I can do the youth work thing right now but more needs to be done to put a stop to this now ongoing problem that is crippling our communities even more...

I was telling my friend the other day...its sad how I see big 25 year old men who I knew back in the day...they were puttin p's up on road reppin Peckham then and lo and behold their still doing that now! And these are the ones who have managed to escape prison (many of whom have been in mind you). Its so worrying that those who have been incarcerated come out with the same, if not worse wasteman mentality then they went in with! It's seriously worrying...maybe my next step will be prisons!!!

God give us strength and allow our communities to prevail above this sometimes seemingly helpless situation.

Still smiling.

Friday 25 June 2010

Wide Eyed Black Men - Since we're on this marriage hype!!!



On the bus yesterday as I passed New Cross, Peckham and Camberwell I couldn’t help but notice how many black boys were about the street! That combined with a discussion this week with a few male friends about black boys and the play about a black boy I had just watched made me think...

Right now everyone seems to be on this marriage hype. Predictable as it is as most of us have now graduated from uni, and are saving for our future and that future inevitably includes a man!

What was scary about the conversation was the fact that the young black man I was talking to himself seemed to have a lack of faith in black men as partners. He pretty much wished us luck and said we were doomed! The play depicted the stereotypical fate of many of our black boys on road. And the young men I saw on road all seemed at least on appearance to have been cut from the same cord. Pardon my ignorance!

So I began thinking...is it so that there are really no good black men out there anymore? My male friend in a nutshell said that he wouldn’t even advise any of us ladies to marry any of his boys because they are not serious. Many boys and men will lie, deceive and cheat and he painted a picture that reflected this as honest truth. Declaring that are very few men like himself that are not like that!
So I wonder whether in this day and age, where there are clearly a lot more females in the world than men, where men openly (in other countries)have multiple partners and the women accept it because they would rather be in a relationship than alone...whether we are really doomed.

I won’t lie, I have met very few examples of young black men that I look at and think ‘yeh, he’s marriage material’. Not because I have no faith in them as I really do. But one thing I note is that even if a black man is on point with many aspects of his life-his money’s right, he has a good house, close family, good job, ambition, even is religious...his downfall is women. And that my sisters, is the scary bit.

My male friend made an interesting observation when we challenged his argument stating that ‘religious men’ were still out there. His response was that no one wants a mosque/church boy! He claimed that girls all want the bad boy, the one with street credibility, who’s a bit cool. And I won’t lie, this bares much truth as women want a man who is tuff and can protect them, especially around here. But his imagery of the religious man was 1 dimensional. You can be both down with God and cool I think. I know a few like that I think. The problem is though, most men I have met do not know how to strike that balance. And that’s what’s worrying.

I have met a lot of guys with ‘multiple personality’ issues. They want to be Mr. Sweetboy religious boy when it suits them and so they can get the ‘good girl’ God fearing virgin. But they also want to be hard bodied, street rep man-dem who can get any girl. The two are not cut from the same cord. I find that young men who cannot draw a good enough balance between the two do this because they are so hungry for a woman that they will mould themselves by any means necessary to fit both sets of criteria. And the two don’t work together very well. I would prefer the former any day because its better in the long run.

Another thing I have noticed with experience, having an older brother and through the very few male ‘friends’ I have is that men will lie. Woman is mans weakness. Fact. And it takes a very strong man to ignore the advances of a woman, to ignore and fight his desires for women and to be completely honest and open with a woman. A man will often say almost anything to get a woman. And what is worrying is that my friend basically said that this behaviour carries on into marriage. If your with a boy who is constantly gassing you up with his lyrics and gassing up plenty others too, what makes you think that when that ring is on, he’s going to stop? A hungry man needs to be fed abi?! I find it really sad that boys and men can literally spit as many bars as necessary just to get a certain woman. And once that goal has been achieved, the sweet talk comes to an end. This is why I have come to understand that there is nothing appealing about boys who are very quick to shower you with a world of complements before even knowing you. It is very short lived and will be an on going problem. You find that guys like that tend to see women as conquests, once she has been conquered, be that by having her heart, her body or her mind, then they flip the script and are out. And I honestly don’t think these are the kind of men we should be marrying.

I can change him she says. He’ll be different with me. That’s all in his past. As much as it would be nice to believe all of that, who are you deceiving if not yourself? I don’t mean to generalise because men can change and are as imperfect as women but marriage is for life. And that is an important factor I have explored with one of my girls recently. It is for life, well at least that is the intention. It’s not about taking the risk in the hope that he will change when you’re married. Once a womaniser (be that subtle or extreme) almost always a womaniser. If he can’t look at just you now, who are you fooling in saying that he will once you are married. Even having a world of money, status and power isn’t enough-we spoke of Tiger Woods at length!

I find it distressing that a lot of females are in that dyer state which dictates that they must just find a man - to avoid being 40 year old unmarried aunty Kehinde! Lol!(She is hypothetical). Some will just marry no matter how many cracks there are because ‘at least I have him’, even if he is seriously waste. Hell no! For women who have kept themselves to themselves, have worked hard to mould themselves into amazing women, why should you settle for wide eyes brothers? So you are not single? I would rather be single than in a temporary marriage that will only last as long as he isn’t bored of me. Because when we got married I knew he had wide eyes but I believed that he would change.

And sisters don’t be fooled by the ‘religious man’ who fails to strike a balance. Who quotes a verse to you today but can’t lower his gaze in any way. Don’t compromise too much. Our men will only get away with as much as we allow them to. Until we stop being blind to their reality, we won’t be liberated from our own.

My final words are from a Quranic verse- 30:21 - 'And among His signs is this, that He created for you mates from among yourselves, that you may dwell in tranquilty with them, and He has put love and mercy between your hearts; verily in that are signs for those who reflect'.

I believe in that. And sisters there really is time. Practice faith and patience. Yes it is from the deen to marry young, but marry young and get it right. Don’t rush into it with someone you barely know just because you want to be married. Mould yourself and be confident that God’s time is the perfect time. Guard your heart, guard your mind, and guard your love!
Still smiling!!!

Tuesday 15 June 2010

Open Your Eyes

To the reality of the world in which we reside
In which we claim to have pride
When millions died
For us
For our freedom
Our elevation
Our emancipation

Of the masses
Yet they took us again
And they have us now like they had us then
Colonising our lands, now still
Embedding in our systems
A system of corruption

So scared they'll loose it all
They embezzle, look out for them and theirs
Then they raped the natural resources from our land
Like we rip the wool from a sheep
Digging up our ground while we sleep
Cutting holes in the Niger Delta
Its so deep
Now oil's spilling and costing them billions
Karma goes steep!

Countries left in debry
Governments so blind the rich cannot see
And yet you tell me
To close my eyes
To the very world surrounding me

Walk everyday
Not even aware
Dare I even stare
At the reality killing our motherland
Taken by another man
Controlled by the other land

So you close your eyes to the politics that surround us
Controls our infrastructure
Our everyday lives
You don't know f your left or right
Yet the party you oppose takes power and creates your plight

And you do nothing to be aware
Claim to give your heart to poverty
Yet you give nothing away
Not even your mind
The UN's millennium development poverty goals wont happen without us
But your apart of the movement right?

And then when we think we are there
They tell us to dilute ourselves
Bit of bleach here and there
Loreal and Neautrogena say so, so its ok
Then they cast us down when we don't conform

And our brethren have become so immune to death
That we copy their every step
Killing in cold blood
What's next?

So I'm worried we won't open our eyes
Continue to be slaves to consumerism
As they target the weak
We don't open books
So our eyes remain closed

We must elevate ourselves from this position
Though I know
Only God knows

Tuesday 8 June 2010

Kenyan Diaries: Lessons from the Motherland














24th May

Final full day in our village in Thigio. I'm sad to leave but so ready to return to my life. A life which I love. Amazing friends who are loving supportive and close to my heart. A family of whom I have learnt to value so much more with age. My funny big brizzle, smart allic lil sis and odd older sister! And all my extended relatives who I love and will hopefully become closer to. Family ties are hugely important. We need to keep each other close because we are eternally linked. Family should always come first. And we must be unified in that thought. Charity begins at home as my mother says.

And finally myself and my Lord. I am happy with who God has made me. I mean that in the most humble of ways as I am still growing. For as long as I can remember I have been somewhat God conscious. In my teens I was stoosh but fun loving and during womanhood I have become very confident but focused, goofy and spiritually conscious. Yesterday at the awards night I won two awards. Most stylish person and most confrontational. The former was especially nice because in week two I was texting Mary telling her I had left al my normal attire at home at the fear of being too obvious but a bunch of white people (with two blacks)is obvious anyway. I soon got over that vanity trip but it did show me that I do watch my appearance so I guess I was happy I didn't let slip with my oh so limited wardrobe! Fashion is an interest of mine in a way but its more of a natural thing. In that I don;t try and follow fashion, I just make what I like work for me. In the most modest way, though I have to work on that. At least the award meant that people noted that you can be fly and modest and Muslim all at the same time!!!

The latter award I take light heartedly. I am a confident and somewhat outspoken woman. I discovered how much I dislike bad manners, incompetence and injustice. Therefore I speak out against it as I just can't help it. To me it makes me a strong woman. After the Gakomba market incident I felt really bad as a volunteer kept telling me how scared she was of me when I got angry. I hated the idea of being so mad I scare people. So of course I still need to control my anger. But at times I held back saying what I thought in fear of sounding too domineering or something. Luckily the lovely friends I made reminded me through notes they wrote me that there is nothing wrong with speaking your mind. They gassed me up about it really. So I guess I will continue to speak up against anything I don't believe in. We need that in the world. Imma be like Rosa Parks and keep my arse on that seat! I suppose the lawyer in me likes to challenge, debate and discuss things I am passionate about. But I will irradicate the ghetto scary woman that comes out ever so often!

My alter ego 'Joan' is a bit of fun. Not to be taken seriously. My award for the latter actually said 'Alimah/Joan'! How funny! She's a goofy character from Girlfriends who people say I act like. And giving out my own awards at the awards night (The Joany's) was such a Joan thing to do!!!The pic above is of me and all the happy Joany benefactors!!!

Life from here on out won't radically change. I won't lie. I live a decent life already I think. I will 100% put my theory of balance into practice (I in fact have a powerful blog about that to write). I will spend more time outdoors, marvelling at God's creation. I will certainly read a whole lot more and watch very little t.v (it does so little for me now) and work harder than I ever have.

I intend on volunteering more and actually getting involved in politics and anything that will help make poverty, corruption and climate change history!

Most of all I will love more, God so loved me that He has led me to His perfect deen and given me a happy life. The least I can do is serve Him in love and show love to the world.

Still smiling!

Sunday 16 May 2010

Kenyan Diaries: The Day of Absolute Mayhem












12th May

Mid week 8 in the Big Brother Kenya House and this Wednesday it truly lived up to its nickname! So its community day and we organized ourselves to spend the day with John from the Kisima project. Here in Thigio fashion is vintage! Though to them there just clothes they can afford. One day last week I saw people gathered together to receive food aid and it really opened my eyes to exactly how needy these people really are. Needless to say then, fashion is not a consideration of these people. The clothes they wear are all charity donated that they buy from a massive market at extremely cheap prices. Me being the vintage admirer that I am was quick to notice the quality of their old clothing and I wanted in on the action! Both to buy and to see these infamous markets. Little did we all know...!

So the day started off a bit dodgy. As per usual the matatu drivers were trying to con us into a journey 30 mins away. There were 8 of us and we ended up in a five seater car with 4 existing passengers in it. How? Well I was one of four in the front of the car. My thigh was literally on top of the handbreak! And the volunteer beside me was concerned her foot would hit the break! Then there were 5 of us in the boot of the car. The screams every time we hit a rock (which was frequent) i think adequately describes their ordeal!

So anyway we managed to get to Nairobi, a bit late mind you. I enjoyed an boogy in the matatu...eventually we met John in the much busier Nairobi then on Sunday and set off for the market. As we walked i vivdily remember noticing how we had we had entered new territory. 15 mins away was the Hilton hotel and here as we walked the roads became dirtier, darker and smellier. Then we entered the GHETTO or slum as they would call it here. People who live poor in the city, live poor. Much worse then here in Thigio where most people live on their agricultural produce. This was the real Nairobi. To your left a horrid sewage flowing with blackened potent smelling water and to your right a rank dump yard full of shed loads of waste.

After meeting John’s brother at the entrance of the smelly but decent market we walked across a bridge over a dirt filled reservoir into the market we were after. It was bad. It stank, was filthy and just horrible to walk in since we all had sandals on! As soon as we got in, much to my surprise a woman casually reached out to grab a volunteers earing out of her ear. It did startle me though we had been warned of such. I purposely wore no jewelry that day but i warned others to take off what they had on. The market was full of mud. But this wasn't red thick mud, it was slushy, wet black sewagy stuff! After a few minutes i gave up on tryna dodge the mud! I had to get my gear after all that and I did well in the time and heat and smell! To our surprise and pleasure at the end of the market there was a line of men with buckets and stones who cleaned our feet for 10 shilings, though I gave 30 since he even buckled my sandals! That was surreal.

So anyway, now we were presentable enough to head back, after leaving John we made our way to the matatu station to get a ride home in time for curfew. 2 hours ahead of time. We were swindled into a ‘express’ matatu to Limuru which was halfway between our town and Nairobi. Though I was reluctant, after a agreeing a price and confirming with other passengers where it was going we stayed on. This journey should have teken 40 minutes max since there was hardly any traffic but we were on this horrid journey for 2hrs! We stopped literally every 3 mins to pick up more passengers into this mini bus that was already full. Smelly people at that. This one woman got on with her small son, about 5. They sat at the back of the matatu next to a fellow volunteer. Suddenly she felt rain like water on her foot and called out that here foot was wet. When she looked to her right she saw this woman holding up her son who was pissing in the matatu and splashing urine on her foot! We were all disgusted. She insisted her son was just a baby so it didn't matter but she later apologized when she realised what the magnitude of it I guess.

Meanwhile the matatu man was getting ruder and ruder (I was lacing him with dirty looks tho!) and once all passengers got off and it was just us he began driving irratically to avoid pot holes and some volunteers got scared we would crash or stop and get attacked! I wasn’t that dramatic tbh. But by the end of the 2 hour journey and knowing we had missed curfew, I was VEX!

And when I get vex I get ghetto and it aint pretty. Its embarrassing and I did scare a few volunteers, I was told. The matatu man much like many local peole, he had no manners. As soon as I got off the bus he began shaking his palm of coins demanding ‘money money’. That’s when it kicked off! I refused to pay until he spoke to me with respect after the lies he used to get us on the matatu! We were both shouting and other volunteers too. From what I'm told i used the word fam and vex alot! And at one point I asked the guy if he was trying to hit me coz I was ready to come to blows (not). It was alot! All I was asking for was a please but that was a foreign concept to the man. I gave him a piece of my mind because I was sick of getting conned just because we’re foreign! Anyway so eventually, because it was rainy and getting dark a volunteer paid for me so we could go. I walked off and paid her later. Happy that I had proved my point but annoyed at myself for getting so angry. Eventually I calmed down after cussing the matatu driver who was going round telling the other drivers not to take us, and we got into another bus...

This journey was shorter but I witnessed what can only be described as the bubonic plague! When it rains here we get these horrid huge bugs with four wings! I promise you the road was absolutely swarming with them. It was so gross! We were all screaming at the ones in the matatu and one volunteer with a serious phobia of them even cried! The prospect of getting out and walking through them was not an option. Thankfully as we were late we had to get a bus closer to our house and because of the pitch blackness our security guard came with his swag torch to take us back in a walk of heavy mud back to the house!

After that huge ordeal we got home and were issued with disciplinaries and a punishment that amounted to us not going to Nairobi on Sunday. We all refused to sign. After all that I was not about to get in trouble for something completely out of my control.

Platform 2 have come to Kenya though after all the week 4/5 drama so we will talk to people of reason!

What a day...Still smiling.

Kenyan Diaries Poetry: Looking on Me in Pity

You call me oppressed
While you shake your head in pity
You whisper oh so ignorant words
While you point with the person beside you
You stare in fascination at me
Fighting off the curious urge to ask me a stupid question

About my covering.
My love
My hijab.

You see me as unliberated
Despite my smile
You feel I’m unhappy
Despite my tolerance of your unwitting idiocy
You feel yourself superior
Despite my confident logical answer

You look at me surprised
Because I have an elaborate and eloquent response
Because my intellect goes far beyond your own and expectations
Because you see the glimmer of pride in my sparkling eye while I explain to you what you know not.
Because your small mind doesn't grasp the concept of freedom of choice

Because you can’t fathum the theory of faith and selflessness
You cant see the love in our hearts
So to comfort your own insecurities
To hide your own discontentment
To mask your won lack of confidence
You look upon me in pity
I am no slave to his eyes
Mine is mine and yours is yours
If you choose to share your body with all of mankind that is your choice
Not my wish
When I choose to keep mine sacred for myself and mine
That’s my fulfillment.

And when you note that I never asked you why you stand before me ignorant of inner beauty
And why you submit to someones standard of beauty
Obsess over size, perfection and imperfection
You will realise that there is no need to pity me
And you will see that although I could
I don't even pity you.

Kenyan Diaries Poetry: On Reflection

One reflection it is not my life that is better than theirs
It is not my lifestyle that is superior
More advanced and more civilized
Because my perfect existence is surrounded by a world of concrete cracks

A community still paralyzed
So much so that will take eachothers lives
They say poverty breeds crime
But our poverty is inferior
Yet our crimes are superior

Our materialistic goals of monetary success
Are clouded by misconception
Our tendency to blame the system
And rely on theories of truth within white supremacy
Is contradicted by our internal failures

Failure to unite and stand as one
Against oppression
Against malpractice
Against inequality

And our brethren look upon our uncivilized villages in sympathy
Our mud hut homes
Our unraveled matted hair
Our sun kissed frames

And we join them
Unknowing that the problems we face
Are much the same
In many ways deeper
Embedded in reduced opportunity

Yet some fail to open their eyes to
The magnitude of the ideology that pollutes our minds
And my fear is that we will never prevail
Until we can want for our brothers what we want for ourselves
Until we realise true social, economic and political freedom
And until we utilise our opportunities
Rise above the chip
And become successful on the innermost level.

Kenyan Diaries: Lake Naivasha: A Wonder of My World


27th April 2010
Ah, we have reached the much anticipated half way mark of this amazing journey and I thank God for allowing me to witness all that I have so far.

My love for Kenya grew emensely this weekend! We finally had our mini holiday off work in Lake Naivasha, a beautiful and breathtaking part of Kenya; home to much wildlife and o9f course the lake. We were also reunited with the other 16 volunteers who stay in Meru. That was wonderful as I’ve bonded well with two beautiful sisters there and it was so lovely having their company that weekend.

So after a cheerful reunion and long drive in which we viewed the picturesque Rift Valley we got to the resort which was a full on camp site! We settled into our cabins and tents-I was in a cabin of course-the tents were a bit too grimey for me! The best thing about the accommodation was that there were real running hot showers!! A privilege for me now! They were amazing and so very valued! There was an idealic bar and restaurant where we tucked into fine cuisine such as steak, pizza;s, chicken tikka, ro9ast dinners and the like! The lick to say the least! That Saturday we all just caught up and filled the Meru group on the truth of all the silly Big Brother like drama that had been spread about our group! We spent some time at the mini masaai market before getting dolled up for a lil party a volunteer’s friend who’s parents owned the resort was throwing. Roles were played of course and people got a bit silly but im not bothered.

Sunday on the other hand was a truly memorable and somewhat surreal in hindsight.
After a super early breakfast we set off in boats across Lake Naivasha to spot the infamous inhabitants of the Lake, the hippo’s! One volunteer was overly excited about seeing them, bless him! They honestly looked like monsters and they were so big considering we could just see their heads over the water. We also spotted gorgeous giraffes and cheeky baboons in the wilderness. It was fantastic seeing the animals in their natural habitat and not in some pocksy zoo!

The next part of the morning came as a bit of a surprise. We got off the boats to try and find some more animals known to live in the jungle ahead! Little did we know that this nature trail turned out to be a treacherous walk among the highest trees i’d ever seen! The sharpest bushes I’d ever felt and the most bugs i’d ever been bitten by! Worst thing was that we were very ill prepared. I had on pumps as did many others and i had no water. It was like shooting a scene from tomb raider but without the protective gear. By the time we reached the Zebras I pretty much blacked out briefly due to the heat, lack if water and long arse walk! Nonetheless feelings of awe overcame me as it was truly beautiful, and like nothing i had ever seen before!

Back at the campsight my Meru buddy and I spent an hour and a bit haggling and getting to know the market sellers! Robert, Bruce and Vivian (Bruce’s wife to be). Bruce actually grew up in the Kibera slums which was interesting to know. Ro9bert and I discussed my career plans and he told me he had never met an African whose career chose was not solely steered by financial gain! He saw my desire to revert from corporate law to Human Rights/Development law as ‘unique’. Far from if you ask me!

I then went on an adventurous bike ride with my Meru pally’s! Totally forgot that cycling is actually hard work, we soon retired to sit among the cactus bushes and chat! Later that night after another hot shower we went for a delicious dinner and ended the night hanging out with the whole group at a little jamming session.
The final morning was a pleasant breakfast – I discovered just how much I miss toast! My first piece in 5 weeks and it was banging, no word of a lie! After a drive back and emotional goodbye our adventure was over!

I can’t describe well enough how amazing Lake Naivasha was. Another example of my Creators wonders! I can only promise myself that I will return one day. Putting everything into perspective we have done so much already and I have every intention of making my second half of the journey even more amazing!

For the love of Kenya!

Still smiling!

Kenyan Diaries: The Struggle of the Black Woman


16th April

This piece is not exclusively inspired by my time in Kenya but much rather is a reflection of my own thoughts and experiences triggered off by a number of things I have witnessed here.

The struggle of black women is real. And I don’t aim to be stereotypical or wholely negative or moany or even dwell on the harsh reality of some truths for that matter. I simply think its important to be aware of the elements that stand in our way so that we are able to continue to triumph and blossom into the Cleopatra's and Nefertiti's we are!

We are so beautiful because our struggle is so wide . A black woman carries a heavy burden. She has to deal with the negativities of being black and female in a world were being of that race and sex doesnt always work in ones favour. She has to educate here children about the real world and love her husband so that he may love himself enough to care for his family. She is an ambassador for love and strength in her community and through her faith and love for herself she has to overcome the many injustices thrown her way by society. She has to rise above the negative stereotypes placed upon her in a world where black women are often seen as less intelligent, overtly sexual and even ugly.

1. Now I don’t eat my words concerning the ‘justified’ reaction of the children of Kenya to the white volunteers as opposed to the two black ones(the reasoning I found was that people are generally fascinated by things that are far removed or alien to them); but after being here a month I do see something a little sad about it all. And i think it ultimately comes down to people’s perception of beauty. At the end of the day people are vain. We are drawn to beauty as opposed to ugliness and I mean that on surface level as in physical beauty and on a deeper level as in inner mental beauty. But the physical is what one can see first. I feel, and don’t take this as fact, that Africans, some Africans have a distorted view of what beauty is. Lets face it, as long as the West continues to dominate the world both economically and politically, this is in many ways, a white mans world. He dictates what is good or bad, ugly or beautiful, intelligent or slow, developed or undeveloped. And unfortunately there are still many who see blacks in the negative. I don’t but i find the young girls of the village’s fascination with the long blond or brown hair and pale skin sad in some ways. I understand and reason with the fact that we are fascinated with difference but something deeper lies within. I sometimes see the fascination with the ‘western’ look as a form of admiration that stems perhaps a dislike of our own beautifully sun kissed skin and full curly hair. The media plays a significant role in this.
Portraying beauty as pale with long hair or a light colour. If every magazine was filled with women who looked nothing like you, what might you think at such a young age. And this is Africa, yet people conform.

Ironically here on the project, I, miss ‘afrocentric’ have noted a significant difference in the way our skins compare. The way white skin burns in the sun is fascinating. The way it peels red makes it appear almost inferior to our skin which can uphold the heat. We often joke at the house that ‘black don’t crack’ as the pigment in our skin makes it age slower, at surface level at least. I just wish some of the girls I have seen here would realise the beauty in them, if they don’t already.

2. The perception of black women as being feisty, rude, yet strong and domineering and overtly sexual is in many ways a taboo. One day at work a volunteer jokingly called me ‘ghetto booty’. This was in relation to my straight back while i dug up earth and my stance when i rested to apply lip gloss! It was also attributed to my now known outspokenness and necessary fiestiness (I speak my mind in situations in which it is needed). Anyway, i found this to be an interesting phrase and a reflection of many stereotypes of black women. I don’t carry a chip on my shoulder as aside from my knowledge from reading, I don’t have too much reason to. Yet I notice that my urban surrounding mean that I feel the need to stand my ground in every situation and appear the stronger party when being challenged. The lawyer in me means I won’t back down from an arguement and the ‘ghetto’ in me means I often break out into a world of slang when I’m angry. I wonder where it all comes from! As I ponder I have come to believe that it stems from my position as a black Muslim woman. If I don’t take a stance and stand up for what i believe in, people may walk all over me. I think being black also subconsciously means I feel the need to prove my intelligence. Also, I believe my life lessons, being varied due to my surroundings and awareness of some black history equip me as a young black woman to address issues sharply so as to not be undermined. What I have come to conclude is that the way black women are perceived in society and somewhat ostracized means we sometimes feel the need to be and are slightly more inclined to be sharp tongued than white women.

3. Now I want to revisit the issue of black beauty. Today, a volunteer here said something silly that he didn’t actually mean in a brief conversation about black celebrities. I had pointed out that a particular singer seemed to be getting fairer in skin tone and he agreed (we were looking at a copy of Glamour and he pointed out her make-up to me). We then went over some other celebs whose skin has gotten suspiciously lighter over the years. I then pointed out some dark skin beauties who are still dark. Randomly we came to a particular celeb and he said ‘yeh she’s pretty for a black girl’. I was dumbfounded and sharply questioned him in response ‘what did you just say?’. He realised what he had said and began to retract his statement and he was clearly very ashamed and apologetic about it. I know he didn’t mean it that way. But the fact of the matter is, to me, that statement held a magnitude of truths in the way a lot of people think. I heard a lot in that statement and it somewhat consolidated or confirmed a few things I had been thinking about. I personally think black women and just women of colour in general are the most diverse looking and beautiful in the world. Being a black woman myself i do notice a black beauty shine moreso than any other race. I guess that is natural as her beauty is a reflection of mine in some ways. Though women of all colours are beautiful, in the world we live in it is always and still vital that women of colour see how truly beautiful we are!

I detest the fact that black celebrities get lighter. It doesn't speak well of black pride. Human and natural pride for that matter. It sadens me to the point of tears. Afterall, ‘the blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice’ ay! Bleaching creams, long weaves, false lashes, blue contacts represent black women trying to flush out the black in them. Yes white people tan but that’s their own. For someone to dislike themselves so much that everything they aspire to looks is false and is not a natural reflection of their own people is truly sad and worrying. Everything should be done in moderation. There is a difference between braids and a 24 inch blond weave! Between mascara and false lashes. I don’t want to put anyone in a box because truth be told, actions are to be judged by intentions (God tells us) but i do believe that if such women searched deep down as to their reasons, self dislike will come into it. I just question where this perception of beauty comes from! This comes from me who has been on the creamy crack fir over 10 years! Needless to say I wear a hijab so clearly now its for management reasons only, plus I look 15 in cornerows!

‘Often light skinned Americans are considered more attractive than those with the blackest skin colours. We have shunned eachother as reminders of our alleged inferiority. And in doing that, we guaranteed our continual enslavement’.
Geaorge Fraser

I think that living in the west can sometimes make us dislike ourselves in our natural state so we opt for lighter skin, thinner lips, a narrower nose. Who the hell told anyone that was beauty! We are all beautiful. The distinction and division between light and black has long been a problem within the black community. It is one that needs to be addressed strongly is it wrong. No matter if you are as dark as night or as light as day, you are beautiful. God created you so. Only if we love ourselves will the world learn to love us back!

4. Finally the deepest and central point of this piece is to talk about our struggle beyond body and beauty image. Self esteem can be and I believe is a strong cause of female oppression. Until we love ourselves enough to be confident enough to rise up against our oppressors we will continue to be oppressed. We are so powerful as a sex, having a heavy hand reproduction and all men often feel the need to repress us so we do not dominate. Today we watched a DVD on HIV/AIDS in East Africa and the reasons why it spreads so much faster in women.

In the East African countries shown in this film, we saw that bigamy is illegal in many states but practiced freely and openly among many. And it is something we have encountered here. According to some men in this area of Thigio there is nothing wrong with having a wife and several girlfriends on the side. I guess its not even bigamy really. Just open adultery.This is very normal practice and many women have to put up with this. Worst of all, a man sleeping around is prone to contracting HIV. And even worse is the fact that once he brings the virus into his home and bed and ultimately his wife it is she who is to blame when their status is revealed. Many African men believe the virus is spread by women. And while they will readily admit that they have been unfaithful, they will seldom accept responsibility for contracting the infection themselves and spreading it on.

What comes after this is a plight of abuse, physical and sexual. This abuse is often open and there for the community to see. And in many places it is fine. A teacher at a school we are working at on the project went as far as to tell a volunteer that a man needs to hit his wife so she will not feel over appreciated. He went as far as to say that a man should sleep around because there are more women in Kenya than men so if they did not sleep with more than one, some women will live without ever having sex. This was a teacher at a primary school.

The woman has to endure so much and due to her love for her children and even her abusive husband she remains, silently suffering a life of torment and pain. That's a story not just of African countries but the world at large really. Domestic violence is universal.

Power and control are attributes we need not fight for but share appropriately. Understanding that we are equal in God but play different roles. So simple but so hard to comprehend for some people. Power, self worship, ignorance and self hate are just a handful of the attributes of those abusers I heard of today.

I will end, though I rate you for even reading this far, with some empowering quotes I love.

‘Especially do I believe in the negro race; in the beauty of its genius, the sweetness of its soul’.
W.E.B.Du Bois

‘This color seems to operate as a most disagreeable mirror, and a great deal of one’s energy is expended in reassuring white Americans that they do not see what they see’.
James Baldwin

‘Colour is not a human or personal reality, its a political reality’.
James Baldwin

‘I represent more groups whop have been victims of second class citizenship than any other delegate; however, i am a proud member of all these groups, and in my small way I have to make my contribution to the cause of a dignified humanity’.
Dollie Lawther

Still Smiling.

Part II soon come...upon my return to the UK!

Friday 30 April 2010

Kenyan Diaries: This one's for the people


I am so missing out blogs- I seem to be writing way to much than there is time to type up! But I'll leave the long ones till time permits (yep they do get longer)

29th April

I fear that I have run out of emotive words to use to describe the magnitude of my journey here. Nevertheless I must document the admirable places and people I have met even if the only descriptive words I can conjure up are 'amazing' and 'wonderful'!

A couple of weeks ago we attended a HIV/AIDS support group meeting. And while it was difficult to grasp what was going on as the meeting was held in Kikuyu, it was an enriching experience. Most people know that there is a heavy stigma attached to being a HIV/AIDS carrier. In many places in Africa people see it as a female spread virus and associate it with prostitution. Needless to say many men have disturbing views on ways to eradicate the virus from their bodies.

It was lovely to see that in this poverty stricken village people have the courage to openly admit they are infected and support each other. During the meeting we were able to help count the endless pills the attendees had to take and we were able to talk to a few too. Her name has escaped my memory but the owner of the house(lets call her Margret, there are loads here!) was a really sweet woman. She contracted the virus from her late husband. It was only once he passed away that she decided to get tested, she was then told he had brought the virus home and passed it on to her. One can only imagine where he got it. Margeret had this generous spirit about her that I admired and I can vividly recall her laughing at us while we choked on the smoke they are so used to as she made us tea on the bbq like stove.

I love the community spirit of that and I think that is lost in the UK really. We dont really talk to our neighbors as we should not do we show so much love and support.

This wednesday we did something really fulfilling and touching. In Thigio there are only a handful of relatively wealthy families. One of the volunteers host families are one such wealthy family. They own a private school, Park Hill, which is actually where my host siblings attend school.Sir Stevens (the father) seems to therefore be a very valuable source to the community and he organised a trip for us in his run down school bus to visit a needy family where we worked on rebuilding a woman called Lucy's mud made home.

Lucy is a single mother in her mid to late 40's and her husband abandoned her and her childrens years ago leaving her with no money and their mud home to sustain. Thankfully Sir Stevens allows her h\children to attend Park Hill school for free, despite the fact that it is an hour and a half walk w\away from their home, the children go. SubhannaAllah! And Lucy is known in the area as needy so she does odd labor jobs for money to feed her children.

The structure of the home is mud and planks of wood and we actually helped put another layer of mud on the outside and inside of the house. It is literally just her mud dug up and mixed with water (which I went to fetch with two others, that's another story!). The method of layering is seriously just grabbing handfuls of mud and throwing it at the house! So surreal!

The most rewarding part was hearing of how overwhelmed Lucy was to have us. I was told she was so nervous when she saw us o\unloading the bed and clothes because we were in such numbers. That is a great feeling! It was truly rewarding to see how sir Stevens and the teachers from the school banded together to help her. It was such a great experience, despite the heat!

Finally, yesterday we visited a children Orphange, much like Agape! But alot larger!It was called Karai childrens home. The home sheltered street children and orphaned children. The street children were those indulged in a life of crime driven by poverty.

I met Maggie, an 18 year old young woman who had been at Karai since she was 7 years old. Here and her twin sister have finished high school and hope to go on to university. Their father died and mother abandoned them before dieing. She was so cute and expressed how happy she was to have us there as they don't get to socialize much out of the home. I later discovered it was because the stigma attached to being an orphan or street child deterred people from befriending them. We assured them they have friends in us!

The home houses 160 children and educates them. They do not leave until they are educated and trained enough to become self reliant and it means that some people leave fairly old as they enter primary school as late as 12 years old. The discipline was very impressive as they wake up early daily to clean their beautiful compound and they cook too! Their bunk beds would so put our ones back at our volunteer house to shame! So neat!

It had a real family feel to it and we enjoyed orienteering with them, It was really interesting to observe the impact music had on them in light of the film Agape we watched. The boys had a group - The Obey brothers. They sang us a song and then showed us there Channel U like video! It was cool! They were funded by the German charity that funded the whole home, bless them. A few volunteers also bought some DVDs to support the cause.

Time is wasting so I must round up but everything here is to be cherished! It's all so overwhelming at times. One thing I will take back is that happiness is in the eyes of the beholder. You don't need to be rich to be happy!...

BTW...things in the BB Kenya house are so great!Sometimes I don't want it to end!

Still smiling!

Kenyan Diaries: Words of an angel


22nd April

Today was the first time I can honestly say I met a truly blessed, inspirational, nothing short of amazing woman. I have never described someone as angelic but this woman was.

As part of a project myself and my roomies are working on we select and interview members of the community to get their stories and learn something amazing to share with you all at our video and picture fundraising display. So far we have interviewed John from the Kisima project, a youth group and today was sister Catherine, a nun from the Daughters of Charity group. This woman is truly wonderful. She j\has a truly amazing spirit and loving heart that I saw as so very beautiful. She spoke with so much passion and she is so warm she'd make even the hardest criminal soften their heart.

I really have love for her and all she is putting her love into. She welled up with tears about 3 times while she spoke about the issues they were dealing with and the strength of the Kenyan people. Attempting to reiterate all she had said would be futile as I could b\never do it due justice so you will have to wait and watch!

She did tell us about the 12 projects they are working on here though. The library being one , im at the library now, and a great triumph it is! The whole compound shines really. They have a physio therapy place, a hospice, HIV/AIDS centre, sewing class, disabled children's home and football teams. They also support many through food, education and just love really. she is honestly a woman of love. If everyone in the world w\thought and loved like her I cant even imagine what a wonderful world it would be.

She spoke so warmly of the community. Though no community in poverty is without its problems she sees the beauty in it all and spoke of how generous the people here are and how smart they are. This is so true in many cases. The people here are so much more able \, just through their hard graft lifestyles, they are able to endure so much more hardship than us westerners. They may not know much about history and politics but they know God and sister Catherine highlighted that. And when you live in a place like this faith is one thing you need. When the rain has not come and your crops are dieing so your children are starving and relying on handouts, all you need is your faith. That's all they use. SubhannAllah. How beautiful! And how may of us can say the same?

How beautiful is this village and its inhabitants. This is what I came here to witness. People like sister Catherine, Dennis, Sarah, John and all the other inspirational souls I have encountered. They all touch me in their own small ways and I can only hope my passion and desire to help touches them, even in my silence.

And as I sit here on this concrete slab overlooking one of the most beautiful sights I have seen I am so so very grateful to God. For blessing me and my family and friends with our loves and for all the people who consider themselves blessed No matter what race, sex or religion we are, we re all one, unified by our creator. Lets love him and love each other.

Still smiling!