No more Diaspora

Being here is right. Feels like home.

I love my dear darling Africa.

I can hear the goats

We’re healing

I cannot begin to say how grateful I am.

I escaped. I thought I was gonna die.

We’re thriving and it’s so beautiful. Hearing my children laugh and joke and explore and feel free.

Yes it was worth being betrayed by my friends and family. Yes it was worth the rape, the homelessness, the court cases, the bullying, the poverty.

Now my eschew have a chance to find their selves, their meaning, without the pressure of being in a narcissistic cult.

I survived and God am I proud of what I achieved. I achieved.

Living my life like its golden

Tier 4 or not.

When you have looked friends and family straight in the eye who want to destroy you, this new restriction is water off a ducks back.

Abuse gives perspective.

Nobody particularly the state who actually dont care if I live or die, ain’t gonna steal my joy. Yum. Chili Roast chicken and creamy cauliflower!!!

Lyrics Smiths

That’s the story of my life

Is life sick and cruel instead?

Life tends to come and go

I want the freedom and I want the guile.

Everybody’s got to live their lives And God knows I’ve got to live mine!!!!!

I’ve started something And now I’m not too sure

How I’m the 18th pale descendant Of some young creep or other

We can go for a walk where its quiet and dry And talk about precious things

Last night I dreamt that somebody loved me No hope no harm Just another false alarm

I am the son and heir Of nothing in particular

You could meet someone who really loves you So you go and you stand on your own and you leave on your own And you go home and you cry and you want to die

Now I know how Joan of Arc felt

I’ve got no right to take my place in the human race

Haven’t had a dream in a long time

The life I’ve had would make a good man bad

If a ten tonne truck kills the both of us To die by your side The pleasure the privilege is mine

What she asked of me at the end of the day Caligula would have blushed

In my life why do I waste valuable time ON people who dont care if I live or I die

And now 18 years hard labour Seems fair enough

I’ve seen this happen in other peoples lives Now its happening in mine x forever

Call me morbid call me pale I’ve spent 6 long years on your trail

My babies

My children have beautiful souls. They do.

Last night was delightful. First night of the holidays. Oozing chilled, mildly intoxicated, banter.

I love my children.

Binary fluid, cocaine, covid corruption, our past, the times they were born, how many squares each individual has a right to on the corner sofa, did we attend a cult or a church since they were born, if I’m black or a woman of colour, were just a few of the topics that breezed through our cosy Christmas scene.

Talk about Woke.

These people gonna change the world.

Always love. Love always.

Ask questions. Always

Are masks all they’re cracked to be?