Poetry has been an important language for my own personal reflection and over the past few years I have shared some of my poems in coaching sessions, and workshops as a reflective tool, or to stimulate discussion. In response to the feedback I have been given I am now putting them together into an anthology of poetry which I intend to publish as a CD and later as a book. I am working with Dorian Haarhoff as a writing mentor.
On a more personal note
I am struck by conversations about identity, displacement and about how easy it is to belong or not – both in our work place and in our social spaces. I am also fascinated about the things that draw us towards them, and or the struggle to stay true to one’s own dreams and aspirations in the face of life’s challenges. As I have become more intrigued by other people’s stories and the resilience of the human spirit, I have also become fascinated by my own story of growing up in Uganda during Idi Amin’s regime, and about leaving Uganda and living in Ethiopia, Kenya , Lesotho and Namibia and finally South Africa; of living with siblings who had cerebral palsy, and understanding the legacy of my parents. This has prompted me to begin writing my story which I am sure will take some time. The process has given me a deeper insight into my own life, and a greater respect for my parents and siblings, and the broad shoulders on which I stand. It has also made me realize that so many in this fast-changing world are dealing with similar issues. This is giving me material that I can use in talks about diversity, about migration, about being an African woman, a ‘foreigner’ in my own continent and the challenges of integration, and about the struggle of pursing my passions.
On a lighter note
All this has been very intense – the reflection, the family and the writing. For my sanity I have started singing again, as part of the Cape Town Gospel Choir, and am loving the experience of working again in a community of seriously committed singers! We have our first concert on the 11th of December, in the City Hall, and I can’t wait.
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