Bringing My Own Bars

The other was my second or third attendance going to BYOB (Bring Your Own Bars) at Box Park Wembley. As it is Women's History Month (which I have only been made aware of for the past 3-4yrs I think), I had every intention to focus my poetry on that. More so, a young female Poet that I met last time was asking me about a particular poem of mine that I spoke of (W.O.M.A.N Means which I wrote in 2011) in regards to me feeling like I have to be more selective or restrictive about sharing certain poems due to today's social and political climate- mainly in regard to my female empowerment or womanhood poems. 

We debated about the sensitivity, moderating, knit-picking and backlash that women get in recent times, while we are up against increasing misogyny from heterosexual men, as well as the increasing political policing from homosexual men, if not the LGBTQ community in general (I see this on social media and in the news on a regular basis, as well as the odd event description to poetry events even). 

[Picture taken from Think Scotland via Google in regard to women having less freedom of speech]

Much like Comedians, I see and feel that Poets/Spoken Word Artists can no longer perform and share as freely as for example, in the pre-2010's era. However, I do also believe that some performers have gone out of their way to be disrespectful on a public platform where there is absolutely no need. With that said, to a degree I do like that some of those rude unpleasant (verbal bullies who incite harm or terror, not the mild cheeky performers) folk have been reprimanded either through the court of public opinion if not by actual authorities. However, as argued regularly among many, it has gotten out of hand. It is what it is.

The Poet I was debating with didn't quite see my point of view, and considered transgender people in particular (that she knew or knew of) to be completely nonchalant and welcoming of my womanhood poems, as in they are likely to have little to no argument. Other Poets sitting at our table joined in with opposing views. It was a respectful debate among us. For more insight the Poet that I was initially debating with wanted to hear my W.O.M.A.N Means poem that I mentioned as an example of not being willing to perform in recent times, but as I am known to not memorise my poems but to print and carry them with me if and when necessary, I did not have that one on hand at the time. 

Assuming that she was a regular at this particular event, I had it in mind to make sure to bring it with me on my next appearance. The celebratory month in question, gave a fine opportunity to just perform it altogether regardless of who felt a way as it is a respectful poem with merit, thus it could be better received (by her) audibly as opposed to just her reading it for the sake of anticipating an emotional response.

Unfortunately, the Poet that I brought that specific poem for wasn't there KMT (Kiss My Teet', not at her but at the circumstance). In any case, it still served its purpose as it both educated and entertained. Turned some people off (seemingly some of young men in the audience) at parts and turned some people on in many other parts, intellectually speaking. I could not help but notice the elevation of audience reaction when I touched on FGM. That came quite unexpected but it was a relief not to have to explain that line.

There weren't many people present on this occasion although it gets quite packed between both the Croydon and Wembley BYOB events, particularly in summertime. In any case there was just enough to get my message out, which I would have done so anyway. The audience was pleasant, mainly Poets who were just happy to perform, share their material and feed off artistic energy. I was the only one addressing IWD and Women's History Month which was interesting. The DJ was spinning a great mix of old and new hits, with an undeniable amount throwbacks from decades past that I thoroughly enjoyed. I saw many familiar faces which is nothing new but always welcomed, especially among fellow Artists. I met some spoken word upcomers who had some wonderful intriguing things to say. 

Gained new fans, new followers and a new customer of my book who in turn, their book I also now possess and have enjoyed the few poems that I have read so far (Press Play by Haroon Khan).

  

I loved it when Aman made a literary yet ironic reference to the Periodic Table, in regard to the corporate and political modern day colonialism of African minerals. It was a very smart stanza he wrote there! It was nice to meet the Self-Love Coach (Aphoenixx, clever name) who recited her inspirational poem. I think my favourite of the night was from a Poet/Actress named Jennifer Rose Welch, who shared a poem about remaining engaged in the art taking place and not just doing it for camera attention, a recording or social media value. It goes without saying that I completely relate to what she was saying, as we discussed later. Jennifer was so serious about her sentiments that she requested that no one recorded her while she performed, in order to fully get her point across. I love it!

I also liked that considering the recent controversies between Miranda Lambert last year I think, and Adele a few years prior calling out audience members with the demand that they put down their phones and enjoy their performance without the technology (which was abrupt, rude and embarrassing for paying concert goers who merely wanted to capture the moment), I appreciated Jennifer's polite way of asking. Each to their own. 

This time the BYOB team were doing video interviews with performers for their social media, which was fun. On my interview the lovely Host/Poet (Minnie) asked me about my background, my poetry in general, upcoming projects and any advice for upcoming Poets. This was a fine time to promote my exclusive Spoken Word Concert taking place in a couple months' time, which for now is GUESTLIST ONLY (send me a message or comment on this page for more info). 

I was also happy to share advice, as always, about originality and authenticity as I cannot stand and will not endorse copycats or shameless thieves who go out of their way to study and steal lyrics, entire poems or styles of other Artists! No! BE AUTHENTIC, ORIGINAL and REAL, PEOPLE!! That goes for Writers, Singers, Rappers, MC's and all FFS (I am not spelling out that last acronym as it won't be appropriate, you either get it or you don't).

Interestingly enough, that little video clip is becoming one of my most viewed videos on Instagram! I don't even like using Instagram that much (I just mention it often because I have to), and the interview was edited with not that much said really, nothing too deep. So for the life of me I can't figure out why it's so entertaining to others, especially in comparison to my other reels but ok! Thanks for the likes and all the views, much appreciated nevertheless!

Love Lauren ;-)

Stall Sighting [Archived]

And my stall returns! It has been ages since I had my products up with a stall and joined an indoor marketplace trying to attract customers to make a purchase and promote my things, which somewhat felt strange having come back into to it after so long.

I honestly have much respect for people who do this on a regular basis. I have only done it a few times and it is not my favourite thing. Although I love the idea of seeing a well presented stall or stand, particularly at high end expo's where they put in ALL the effort or "Pull out all the stops" which is an expression that'll never made sense to me. As a former media student I naturally love marketing, and as a product developer in my own right, I love the promotion and direct sales opportunities that come with it. However logistically, stall days are not ideal, especially by yourself and without a vehicle. Whereas if I had a minivan if not large car, and assistance on hand for each occasion then I would not complain.

I am just glad that I get to make more use of my roller poster that I adore. Always happy to promote my products and share my gifts (inform potential customers of what I can do for them with my art and creative writing talent where my bespoke greeting cards are concerned especially).

 

That being said, I mainly wanted to promote my greeting cards as it has been a while since my frequent orders and printing, not just because I have had other work and things to attend to, but also because of printing services. I am happy to get back into it now as they do make me happy. More so, they make my customers and their recipients SOOOO VERY HAPPY :-) 

As difficult as it was to get back into upon my return to England 2021/22, where I felt artistically inept- which was absolutely AWFUL as that's worse than a writer's block! I was artistically constipated I tell you!!! I interestingly ended up making some of the best and most expensive cards of my life! Such a proud yet exhausting time that was (July-Oct 2022 in particular).

On this occasion I was accepting an invitation from the Black 360 organisation via London Met University, to return as I performed at one of the BHM events last October. They liked what they saw and heard of me at the time (where I bombarded their student audience with a wealth of uplifting history and history in the making in regard to Black progression), thus they invited me to perform again at this following event where I was welcome to bring my products for sale. 

Last time was fun, it remains particularly memorable for three things; one for the intense debate that I had with a amiable strong-minded woman from Uganda (not photographed above), who was arguing the use of word "Black" among self-descriptions of the African diaspora, as opposed to calling ourselves "African." Of which I put forth my insightful, multi-layered, sufficient justifications and we came to a healthy, intellectual understanding with the acknowledgement of our ethnic and historical differences. One of the best debates I have ever had actually.

Two; because of the good Caribbean food that I largely missed out on due to personal inconvenience. No actually, the second memorable thing was when I was shown a great deal of appreciation for my poem from a student from Cape Verde (and as I often experience, she was shocked that I could speak some of her language- with a convincing accent) who let me know how grateful she was for my poem and how happy it made her in regard to its international references, current political figures whom she admires and some empowering things that she had not heard of before. It is always a wonderful thing to inspire and inform the youth, more so when they see the value in it. 

Thirdly, there was a highly impressionable (leaving a great impression on us) young woman who had the most attention grabbing curvy physique, who (out of love) I just had to approach after the show to both credit her and warn her as a "big sis" so to speak, of self-defence and the dangers of the world that women experience with sexual harassment, which unfortunately is encouraged by certain appearances. Like the respectful Cape Verdean student, this student took in my warm advice with kindness, appreciation and most of all, comprehension. There is a actually a series of videos that I want to do on these issues and relatively unspoken conversation but my time and patience is limited. Especially with the consideration of the likely backlash or annoyingly unhelpful (sexist and no doubt violent- sad but true) comments that are likely to follow which I don't care for, least of all in regard to SAFETY OF WOMEN....we'll see.

The point is that I had a good time then, and met nice people between the organisers and attendees. Therefore, I was looking forward to another good time despite not really having the time to spare.

This event was far more punctual and packed than the other one which I did not anticipate at all. Thus, my adapted time arrival did not meet their new early start and I could not join the open mic to perform as a result. However, I was given a squeeze of an area to set-up a stall. Funnily enough, the team were too busy to help or guide me to resources for my stall, but being the resourceful person that I am who never expects much help from others (no disrespect to anyone it's just what I have experienced many times over), I saw the round high bar table as initially desired (which wasn't even meant for us) and set-up shop not too dissimilar to my very first stall in 2014 just with without the extra dressing (table cloth and added props). WOW THAT WAS NEARLY A DECADE AGO!!

The other vendors were friendly, social and ambitious. There was a self-publishing Author opposite me, who had published children's books with a focus on empowering Black children with their own representations. Naturally there were jewellery and organic skin products on sale, which is something you see often at similar events. The same Caribbean buffet was laid directly next to my stand but of course all had sold out by then but I didn't care this time. 

 

What I loved and was equally shocked at, was when the DJ played Candy and there were actually young people in the room that knew the group dance and got down! Bear in mind that this is the same generation who largely do not know TLC, Ludcaris, Busta Rhymes and even some of Michael Jackson songs- MICHEAL! And yet some of them seem to know Cameo......WTF!? Regardless, Candy has always been a Black family event favourite and a joy to see or participate in. However, I kept my behind next to my stall monitoring my things and ready to speak to customers.

Everything was all good, until a fire alarm went off and we all had to vacate the premises. What got to me, is that as there was no smoke or fumes to been seen or smelt I suspected that it was a false alarm, which I would not have worried about had I not had to leave much of my personal items behind- at risk of theft or damage. The joke was, that this was the SECOND event that I have attended within two weeks of where the fire brigade had to come, clear the building and asses the premises while we stay out in the cold in speculation or angst. The coincidence was alarming, no pun intended.

I got some beautiful freebies from another vendor too! Like I said, I was looking forward to the same good vibes and nice people as last time and this one almost matched up. Good times.

Find more pictures on my Gram ;-)

Cosmic Pumpkin Launch

My performance game has been all the way ON! This past month, I have been edu-taining as much as booked and as much as possible in my free-time, all in the name of Black History Month (BHM). It has truly been one of the best BHM's in the last five or so years I think (with or without the lockdowns of Covid).

Closing out the month (every month is Black History Month intellectually speaking, but of course in this instance I specifically mean according to the British events calendar) with Halloween, added extra fun and a change of vibe.

Tonight I was happy to attend the pilot poetry night named Cosmic Pumpkin at Royal Society of Arts (RSA). Now I was intrigued by two things; one being that one of the organisers (Mr. Gee) is a well-seasoned Poet whom I met thirteen years ago when he performed at my former poetry and live music event Poetic Justice, and two would be the venue. As a keen Event Planner both professionally and personally, I always love to check out new event spaces and I'm glad to report that RSA did not disappoint as it was a very attractive, nice venue. Chilly but lovely from my eyes and thermal skin experience.

Seeing Mr. Gee again after all this time was ironic as I have been constantly bumping into Poets that I've met from over a decade ago, during these past couple months. Who many of which performed at my shows, and it has been wonderful to reconnect, catch-up on all our creative activities over such a wide space of time, and to hear each other's art again in this new poetic era. Wonderful indeed.

Many great poems were read and performed tonight, I particularly loved the ones about peace and finding ones faith again by Poisonous Pixie, the captivatingly personal poem by "Anarchy" (he'd get the joke), the beautifully spoken love poems by Michelle and the socially mindful, food for thought poem by Miss Cellaneous (if that's how she cleverly spells her stage name). I'm glad I spent Halloween night this way.

My poem was dedicated to Domestic Violence (DV) Awareness for everyone affected by it and those who take the reality of its effects for granted. DV Awareness is a shared month along with BHM, World Mental Health Day and Breast Cancer Awareness etc. I know the subject makes many uncomfortable however, poetry and most vulnerable artistic expression was never determinedly intended for "comfort" it was indeed for "ARTISTIC EXPRESSION" no matter how one receives it.

To my pleasant surprise, the poem was received with great welcomed attention. So much so that many of the audience members, both Poets and listeners, came up to me mostly saying "Thank you for that poem...really liked your poem....it made me think...." What I really loved was that this was the first time that quite a few men approached me about how it moved them or what they appreciated from it, by way of a direct experience perspective, newly conscious perspective, as well as what they appreciated artistically. 

It was refreshing to connect so deeply with males on this subject matter, both young and mature. In the past I have had a couple of senior men congratulate my lyricism on the subject but not necessary to address the male behaviour of the content. FYI; I know that women can be the violent partner in DV situations also. In any case BOTH PERPETRATORS ARE TO BE BLAMED, SHAMED and PUNISHED for their actions. I believe that neither should be excused for such behaviour- in any day in age.

Noticeably, there were private conversations of where my poem sparked emotion and debate, as much of my writing does however, I was not anticipating that as much on this occasion. Two women in particular were heavily debating about the message(s) and significance of the circumstances and characters mentioned within the poem. That conversation left quite the impression. A great example of conversations and different perspectives being a good thing, because that's the way we learn from each other or at least learn and observe how other people perceive things. How we can create a better understanding of one another basically.

Unfortunately and fortunately (depending on how you look at it), the descriptions of the abuse, acknowledgement of being abused, embarrassment, guilt, fears, survival, protection, confession, dysfunction, desires and denial all described within my poem...resonated with some of those people who approached me. 

One of the many things that I love about my work, my art, is that it connects with people on so many different levels. It makes people think, it enlightens people, it makes people smile, laugh, gasp, cry or get inspired. I know because audience members tell me this directly or show me this soon after, and it never gets old. Not to get all philosophical but art really has no bounds, it's a great communicator. connector so to speak, and teacher I'd say.

Naturally the title Cosmic Pumpkin would make one think that it is directly in sync with Halloween. Well according to Mr. Gee this is not so! The name came purely through his personal background in regard to his mother's cooking of Curry Pumpkin soup (Guyanese food). It just happens to be a coincidence that they launched this new potential poetry monthly event, on Halloween itself. Consequently people would automatically assume it's in celebration of the day, being associated with pumpkins and all. A common donation in later years anyway, despite that pumpkins are not quite the origins of Halloween, such as Santa Claus in a red suit vs the green suit origins of Father Christmas aka Saint Nicholas- but that's a debate for another time and on someone else's blog.

My outfit was dedicated to this supposed theme, as I wore a really cute and comfortable (rare combination lol) orange split (sides), short sleeve dress, with my orange bandana around my neck and black leggings with black over-the-knee boots, of course. To make it feel more "Halloween-ish" I wore these skull dangling earrings that I haven't worn since I threw my first Halloween rave (in 2007 oh my word!) and spikey, skull bracelet. 

I wish I had proper full length pictures to show off my outfit but as usual, no can do I'm afraid. Just know that I was going for a "Gothic Pumpkin" look as far as I was concerned. No one got it lol, except perhaps from some of the people on the train who probably thought I just liked gothic fashion and intentionally wore orange for the day in question. That's just me assuming based on some of the looks from much older, seemingly religious folk onlooking with a mix of curiosity, plus "ah I get it," plus some disapproval (regarding the devil worship assumption).

However, many people complimented the dress though. A few women at both the show and at the train station told me how much they loved the dress and the colour (the happy citrus colour is blissfully infectious I must say). It took me mentioning pumpkins, for them to get what I as going for but alas....still cute ;-)

It was a fun night. I haven't indulged in Halloween in years, not outside of themed food and food styling, purely for the sake of food photography as a Food Blogger of course. More so, all the varied poetry shared tonight was great, as was the overall event. I look forward to many more.

More pictures of the night can be seen on my Instagram page @LkReelDeevah. Like many other people I haven't logged onto Twitter much since it became "no longer Twitter" kmt.

Love Lauren

My Wordz of Whizzdom

My Poet friend Teju Chosen was having the second running of her new open mic event Wordz N Whizzdom and I came to show support. As the performer world is so small, I knew many of the other acts there which was nice.

Certain familiar faces of the night added greatly to the activities as I hadn't seen one particular female Poet, who admittedly hadn't been on the scene in ages, for the longest time. At first we didn't recognise each other but then I recognised her voice (obviously, as Poets) and realised that she performed at a couple of my events some years ago. It's amazing how these happenstances have been reoccurring all year! After picturing me with my long hair (before shaving it all off drastically but unapologetically in 2019), my face began to trigger her memory and it was all love. Thank goodness as I needed someone who was willing to take pictures of me on stage, which I hardly ever get to do lol.

The cheeky Host who goes by the character name President Obonjo, was just that, funny and facetious. We had our friendly banter as an audience member (me) to Comedian, which people seemed to enjoy, him more so. 

Interestingly, I performed my rarely heard poem Lead the Way, which although is about anyone who had the ability, the doubt, the opportunity or the force of circumstances to make them have to 'step up' and become a leader for whatever reason (based on my past experiences of being in that reoccurring position), on this occasion I dedicated this poem to brave grassroots activists, freedom fighters and African Presidents in recent years who I have admired the progressive, bold, revolutionary actions of. 

As it is still Black History Month (BHM), which many people seem to be forgetting or overlooking to my dismay, it was important to me to inform and elevate the audience with the notoriety that inspired my vocal dedication. Such as current revolutionary (regarding his assertiveness of freedom fighting) of Burkina Faso's Ibrahim Traoré. Traoré's comparable 'ahead of his time' predecessor Thomas Sankara. Rwanda's 'rise from the ashes and get things done' Paul Kagame. Ethiopia's pioneering, economy accelerating female President Sahle-Work Zewde. Along with the recently assassinated (a valid conspiracy according to the events at the time) John Magufuli of Tanzania, to spotlight a few.

 

Incase ("in case" used to be and still is in my opinion, ONE WORD), you may find some dirt on either of the above names mentioned be it true or false, past or in the future, just know that I am referring to their GOOD actions and the effective changes they have brought to the native citizens of their countries in order to actively enhance their livelihoods. My praise is comes from both research and first-hand experience  (e.g. from my temporary living in Rwanda). I have to make that disclaimer, as I hate when I praise someone who I discover to be seemingly admirable and then they let me down with a scandal or some contradictory disgrace, that is not only devastating depending how high a regard I held them in, but it's embarrassing to all that endorsed them. 

I learned a long time ago not to put any human onto too high of a pedestal however, I am also referencing my deep regret in quoting and praising certain influential people in a printed interview of mine from 2014 (which I'm sure I've mentioned before), that left me feeling utterly disgraced when some of those idiots shamed the world and their fans (including me) with their foul/criminal behaviour....alas.

Back to the main point; the dedication introduction of my poem left quite the impression on charismatic non-Politician President Obonjo, him saying so made for an artistic connection.

 

Another memorable moment of the night but my biggest highlight, was the Black History quiz. I loved that they had this, because firstly it brings out the child in me (class quizzes, competitions, prizes and what not), secondly because they brought it back to BLACK HISTORY and not just entertainment. That pleased me a great deal. As a history buff and proud afro-centric individual, I knew that I'd know most of the answers but it was fun to indulge in and watch even if I wasn't to participate. We had about five questions from the Host, where we had to write down our confirmed multiple choice answers on a piece of paper. 

In my opinion these were easy questions but I would think that as an avid reader and researcher. The general public on the other hand may not feel this way. When the Host asked who got 5/5 and I raised my hand, he had the nerve to not believe me and demanded to see my answer sheet!! Which I showed with no hesitation however, if I'd have known that it was going to be looked at then I would have written more legibly, since apparently I write like a Doctor as the stereotype of bad handwriting goes. Who cares, I WON! 

There were various little prizes given throughout the night including a keyboard vacuum, debated to be a dildo (by the Host of course) but none of my dildo's nor any on sex shop shelves (yes women do buy these things, actually it's big business for both genders truth be told) look like that funny shaped thing. A useful tool nonetheless LOL. 

My prize was newly purchased African art (a picture of a village woman's silhouette). What I loved about winning this is the irony of previously, desperately wishing that I could have purchased and transported much of the brilliant art I saw all over Rwanda. Also, that I won a prize based on merit, of history about my people. That feels good, BIG UP me! And BIG UP to the organisers for putting the games and prizes together!

 

Additionally coincidental was the repeat sighting of fellow Poet, Bruce Cadogan and Comedian Mr. Blair, who I both first met at the same event in 2014! We haven't aged much and everyone is still nice, still talented and doing what they love!

More pictures of the night can be found on my Instagram page. All these pictures were taken by Lady Rhymes, Teju Chosen and myself.

Keep learning, keep enjoying, be inspired.

Love Lauren

Return to The Dial Up @ Pumphouse Theatre

[ARCHIVED BLOG POST] 

It has been five years since I last performed at The Dial Up hosted by Alex Williams, which I simply cannot believe. At the time it was to promote my play, which went wonderfully well (both the play and the entire promotion tour actually) and made for a nice performance memory that included book sales afterwards!

It was nice to be invited to return to the show and share the stage with passionate Poets, and to share the room with poetry lovers. However, this time it was much different from past Dial Up events, as it returned to Watford (was at West Hampstead last time) but taking place at a noticeably larger venue. This one being held at Pumphouse Theatre as a subsidiary of Watford Theatre. As some of you know, I just LOVE theatre full stop, therefore the setting was just right for me.

The size of the audience which is usually made for a cosy setting at a café, bar or small music venue, was not in alignment with the theatre seating plan. However, the magnitude of joy, contentment, audience appreciation and participation, talent and enthusiasm to share art from those on stage, more than made up for the sparse filled seats. Everyone was having fun and happy to be there with one another. I noticed that I was one of the few people who was not a local- a local that was fully embedded into their community no less. As they all seemed to know each other extremely well. As the night went on, more people flowed in and mini interactions between performances were happening, there was a strong feeling of an infectious warm hug to a degree or so I felt.

There were alot ("a lot" as the new so called standard of US English that I won't give in to), of elders in the room, who prided themselves on being members of the community and witnessing or participating to the history shared on the night. This edition of The Dial Up was dedicated to Black History Month (BHM). What pleased me a great deal was since much of the attendees were older, they kept bringing BHM back to the topic in question. Therefore, they were not just performing for entertainment with their presence but to add enlightenment with acknowledgement of history or Black culture in general.

Particularly with Black performers from the Windrush generation and second generation, their wisdom and experience was key to the enhancement of this BHM edition, in my strong opinion. It also meant alot to me when White (British) performers went on stage to respectfully give their perspectives and knowledge about a few things in regard to Black History. There was one man who informed the audience about the history of Rock 'n' Roll music, in regard to famous Artists (Elvis, Rolling Stones, The Beatles etc) who got more successful from copying songs from under-rated Black Artists like Buddy Walters, The Isley Brothers and Little Richard or Chuck Berry I think, due to racism. Knowing some of this myself, I was glad that he informed us further by quoting certain songs to prove his point.

The Musician reiterated this to us before doing a rendition of a Rock 'n' Roll song. I was so happy for the added information he gave because he mentioned some names that I was unaware of and had to write them down to look them up later. It prompted me to watch the new Elvis biopic that I was avoiding (due to already knowing how the story will go, as with most high profile celebrity biopics), since he mentioned that the film referred to much of that music history also.

Someone read a poem written by European (presumably renowned) Poet called Black Woman, which I am sure shocked many people in the room as well as myself. It was a positive, intriguing poem, debatably of critical analysis but welcomed nevertheless (by me anyway). There was a choir in their full attire, who sang like they meant it. Again the community love and respect, among the people within the choir on stage was obvious which captivated me more. There were quite a few Musicians with guitars and more Singers on the night than I expected. This was certainly a variety show.

As I posted on Instagram, it was a pleasure to debut my exceptionally informative and long poem Black History of Late, that I was still writing while I was in the audience which drew plenty of unwanted attention. But alas, by the time I got on stage, everyone knew that it was me who was the performer post-poning her appearance due to real-time creativity! As it still wasn't edited or shortened to my satisfaction, as it felt like it was a 1000 pages long, I did what I do best and freestyled- and very well might I add. The good thing about freestyling and waffling as I tend to do, is that it gives the opportunity for extra info, side notes, comic relief or necessary improv. It went down well. 

As a matter of fact, with the majority of the audience being older than me, and I have always been told that I "have an old soul or have been here before," I knew that the content of my poem would connect with them greatly. Referring to the recent passing of Black historic icons such as Tina Turner, Sidney Poitier, Cecily Tyson, John Magafuli, Harry Belafonte and Roy Hackett for example, had many of them cheering. Whereas when such names are mentioned to the youth, most of it goes over their head which is as annoying as a Comedian doing stand-up to an audience who just doesn't get the joke. It was the perfect poem to the perfect audience.

Afterwards I was overwhelmingly flooded with praise for the amount of knowledge and research given to my poem, gratitude and thankfulness for acknowledging certain people and events that some felt often goes ignored, joy from what they saw and heard, all said by very sweet and friendly audience members. As usual my writing sparked conversation and minor debate. Therefore, some people came up to tell me what they thought about certain events that I mentioned or to ask about key mentioned events and individuals (modern day figures) that they were unaware of. 

A lady even shared some information with me about an older West Indian woman who she knows personally, who dedicated her life to the NHS and other health and community causes in London. Apparently this amazing woman does not get the national respect that she deserves despite having received some recognition due to all her hard work and participated growth of the NHS. This was being brought to my attention as an indirect reference to my stanza about how West Indian labourer's were called on by the British government to help rebuild their economy thus they notably took on helpful essential roles as Nurses, Bus Drivers, Social Workers and other Key Workers which consequently propelled those British sectors/workforces at the time. Thus that stanza resonated with the English woman, who knew the West Indian woman that she was informing me about.

I was keen to learn more about the honourable woman in question. Moments like these, not just networking but really conversing, sharing opinions, knowledge and ideas really are invaluable. The lady went on to express how much certain points from my poem touched her and so on. An Irishman (very much a Londoner) who performed also, came up to me to express his sentiments on racism and the history of Britain. It turns out we were from the same borough but of different generations. As firm and fair as he felt about my poem and the overall discussion, he still highly complimented my poetry.

I just could not stop blushing from all this feedback, so much so that I had to have a moment to myself. The fact that I was so worried about the verbal delivery being affected by all my last second editing and additions, when neither of which deterred the poem from being received as intended, is just such a victorious feeling. It was less about the poem being liked and more about the people (particularly the Black elders of the Windrush generation in the room) being respected, feeling honoured and the Windrush Scandal vs the Windrush 75th Anniversary factors being given justice through my writing. It was important to me and emotive to many.

I really wanted to record all of the glorious things that people were saying to me and have them say their kind words and beautiful feedback on camera but I knew that they (most) would not have wanted that. I understand that not everything has to be recorded and uploaded as per activity of today's generation however, not only would it have been useful to me professionally but in any case I would have wanted to have their sweet words on record as a keepsake for my own personal memories. I'm more than thankful to have lived these moments regardless. I try to 'be in the moment,' and be as present as possible when good things are happening.

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The show ended with a joyous rendition of Lean in Me by the host himself and a powerful Singer who goes by the name Funky Mama. That moment of such an uplifting song, with everyone including myself singing along, was SO SWEET. Almost a tearjerker I'd say. Watch clips via the link. The night concluded like church, just as I thought it would, not just because of all the choir robes among us lol, but because of this tight community of people all talking, mingling, walking slowly and discussing all that they had just witnessed as well as general catch-ups of their personal lives no doubt. Everyone was so sweet and friendly. I met plenty of nice people who I genuinely complimented for their performance, as well as a really nice lady who wore the best outfit of the night- that I want to buy myself (an African print trouser suit). 

Apparently The Dial Up concluded the Watford Fringe festival, a Fringe that I only just discovered last month. It was really a great time had and kicked off Black History Month for me perfectly and I look forward to doing more "info-taining" throughout the rest of the month.

Love Lauren

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Magic of Musicals [Archived]

Those who know me well know that I love theatre. It was a big part of my childhood, I went to numerous theatre productions between musicals, dramas, small plays and pantomimes as a child (many thanks to my primary schools, after school clubs and my family) and have always loved watching musicals (classics, contemporary and animated). Always wished I was a part of them, as I always wanted to write, direct, produce or dance and sing in musicals whether it be on screen or on stage, ever since when I was a pre-teen. I don't necessarily feel that way today, although it would still be amazing. 

Naturally, I excelled in Drama at secondary school, passed my dance exams (from Saturday classes) and before that I had the privilege of going to a stage school for a brief period of time after many years of dreaming for that to happen. If I have not mentioned that last part already on my blog, that expensive stint was actually at a prestigious stage school in London that will remain unnamed for the time being considering that my time there didn't necessarily feel so prestigious.

Bitterness aside, I still love theatre. It has been my chosen activity for a few birthdays and many dates even, some of which I have reviewed on my food blog. I even went to see a flamenco show while I was in Portugal (Algarve) for my personal writer's block retreat eleven years ago. As a matter of fact, dance stole my heart from day dot regardless of theatre, thus Tango Fire (the Argentinian dance group) is one of my favourite productions of late as Argentine tango one of my favourite styles of dance. I wish I saw the recent Swan Lake ballet rendition from 2022, as well as the seemingly fabulous Northern Ballet's version of The Great Gatsby that ran briefly earlier this year. Ballet Black (a BAME British dance group) is having their sold out show at Watford Theatre this month but hopefully I'll make it to one of their productions in the future.

 

I digress, theatre gives me butterflies and great excitement which is why it meant so much to me to finally produce a play in 2018. I am forever filled with great admiration and respect for all parties involved to make it happen. The entire ensemble that participates from the orchestra, to the costume and wardrobe department, lighting department, set design, of course the Actors, Dancers, Choreographers, Playwrights, Songwriters/Composers, Directors and Producers. It's just all so very amazing to me as theatre requires such dedication, creativity, teamwork, synchronicity, patience and skill to achieve "good theatre."

 

Having heard of Black Wall Street the musical happening in London, via a WhatsApp group page caught my attention immediately, as of course I am aware of the real Black Wall Street (or streets plural- considering the likes of Rosewood, Wilmington, Bronzeville, Oak Bluffs, as well as Tulsa, and a few other smaller ones that went under the radar in America). Thus I wanted to know how this would be portrayed or what side of the story was going to be focused on for their audience. Black History Month is indeed very fitting for this production to take place. So with less than a weeks’ notice and having a very busy schedule between my performances and what have you, I jumped at the chance to see it.

Unfortunately, as the location is clearly made for locals (not so much outsiders it seems), this was incredibly hard for me to find, particularly as I was on foot and not in a car. I really do want the venue management staff to be aware of how dangerous I and no doubt some others in a similar position, found the site to be at night as it was a large complex with different multi-use buildings and a varied car park, with many broken or plainly unavailable street lights. All the above can lead to any amount of accidents or crimes, of which made me very uneasy and upset upon entering the grounds after a very difficult journey to the location. So much so that I felt unsafe and wanted to turn around.

 

Again, this location was made for cars, cars with their headlights to find their way to the parking bays closest to the necessary building within the complex. In any case, there still should be active bulbs within each street lamp and multiple street lamps/lights around the premises to fully illuminate the grounds. Safety is important everywhere, day or night, especially at night. Neglected safety measures do aggravate me and the stone statues of people and animals DID NOT help with my navigation or heightened anxiety in the near pitch black pathways by the way. I had to laugh between cussing to stay calm. The human/animalistic/whimsical silhouettes within the shadows felt very Tim Burton-esque, this would be a great place for a Halloween party.

Because of all this hassle, I was willing to turn around and go home as it had dramatically affected my punctuality and I was missing nearly half of the show. However, as I was on the phone to someone that was keeping me safe and comfortable, more so the ladies at one of the gargoyle protected buildings within the complex were so nice to me when I interrupted their belly dancing lesson to be pointed in the right direction, as they made me feel so welcomed and more assured to just go ahead and enjoy myself as opposed to turning around and having another exhausting hour long journey home on public transport, to consequently waste money on travel expenses and my pre-purchased ticket. If my patience did not exceed my grief then I would not have got to enjoy the splendour that was to come.

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I was an hour late but tried to enter the theatre auditorium as discreetly as I could, as I hate to blatantly interrupt people or distract them from the stage. Luckily the door was in a dark area but it was still towards the front of the stage where everyone could see that it had opened and just stare at you, which was very embarrassing. However I just caught an intense moment of the production that looked like a prison scene straight out of the 1920's. Portrayed well by the signature black and white striped uniform. This again caught my attention of the efforts from the Costume Designers/Director; the way they were styled to suit each character as well as to suit the era. I was also fascinated by the use of the background projection to set the scene well. A good alternative from using theatre flats.

All of these wonderful little details. Again as a theatre enthusiast and as a Filmmaker of course, it means a great deal to me. I enjoy stage production because I literally enjoy every single creative piece being layered on top of one another. The stage design, sound effects, the costumes, lighting, the acting and most certainly the story being told through well written words if not dance, body language and song. As well as the overall theatre setting of the ascending stalls, circles, VIP boxes (usually expensive with bad angles if you ask me) and classic red velvet stage curtains. With that said, I can say that most of those boxes were ticked here despite Millfield being a small (yet ideal) theatre. The songs were sung very well and had heart. The Actors done what they were meant to do, which was to transport the audience; audibly, visually and emotionally within each act of the story being told. To have us feel like we are in that moment.

 

To have us feel their characters emotions and this play was intentionally emotive. As it would be because it was based on a hard-hitting true story- essentially of the Jim Crow laws that motivated the notorious massacre of a self-sufficient affluent Black area, that had "the audacity" to grow and prosper within their own internal segregated town's economy. The very idea of that reality was an offensive phenomenon to the larger White terrorising population outside of its boarders at the time.

 

From what I was able to catch despite my tardiness, was that this version was told through the angle of what kicked off the violent mob to come to Black Wall Street, Tulsa. After a young Black man apparently provoked a young White woman in an elevator of some public building. However, it was an accidental misunderstanding to which the lady (factually) even confirmed that he did not harm her, however some of the surrounding White people claimed he had laid his hands on her aggressively and ripped her dress (around her arm).

 

This led (another word that has changed the general spelling to US English whereas it used to be a homograph “lead/lead” and “read/read”) angry White people to chase him down, considering that it was virtually illegal to flirt with White women in the name of segregation. The young man was beaten and arrested with whatever unjustly charges. Although I missed a great deal of the dialogue, historically speaking it seemed that when the White men found out about the successful Black town that he had come from along with the protesting Black folk that came to defend him, they decided to burn it down and commit mass murder as punishment basically. Needless to say, the accused crime doesn't have anything to do with the serious crime(s) that followed, and the murderers were not held to any legal accountability. It's so sad that they just seemed to need an excuse to eradicate the town and townsmen that offended them.

 

From my recent research, I learned that much of the Black men who came to defend the young man and protest his arrest (which led to fights and riots), were the ones who ended up getting arrested themselves and some of them either got lynched or immediately put on Death Row. Whereas none of the participating violent White men were arrested. The injustice and arguable compensation owed to the descendants of the 1921 mass murder victim's/home and business loss victims of Tulsa, can be researched more via many news articles, documentaries and YouTube videos.

 

Inevitably, there were many touching and thought-provoking acts (scenes) in the play. Such as when some of the Black towns’ folk found shelter to run and hide with their surviving family members, if not alone and were arguing about how to better defend themselves; run or stay and fight (to run away out of fear and weakness or to stay and fight with dignity, mental strength and pride). Emotional, subliminal, timeless dialogue and themes indeed. Of course, the story is overall about White supremacy and Black oppression on the basis of a key event. Subsequently with the notion of how that reflects in today's society, which is what was largely felt among us in the audience, going by our synonymous reactions. The audience was mainly Black and mature in age. 

 

We largely felt the pain of what our people go through, have been through and are still going through worldwide. May not be to the severity of a whole town being burned down (although something similar happened in a historically Black town of Colombia not too long ago), but evidently there is still oppression. The present day still presents socially, economically and racially bias issues with the police, unjust legal systems that affects us negatively and so on. Therefore there were different scenes, words and lines within the script that were more emotive with the Black audience members, just because.

All of this within the story plus society today, led to an inevitable Q&A afterwards. Which of course came with many opinions and questions from the audience to the cast and Playwright/Director. It turns out that the Playwright/Director of this was one of the co-creators of the Black Heroes Hall of Fame British musical in the 90's, which was a big hit that took place in the UK and beyond. Some of the young Actors in this current musical were also chosen from a Drama school, handpicked by the Director. Which was a nice fun-fact to know during the Q&A as I can only imagine how exciting this experience and opportunity must have been for the aspiring Thespians.

 

Much of the questions turned conversational and quickly went to discussions about the current state of racism and anti-Blackness within England (much of the cast were British and Caribbean but portraying Americans for their roles). All of the above was insightful yet expected and unsurprising for me to hear. However, as I am always one to thrive off knowledge and subsequently loves to share knowledge, I refused to remain quiet and passive when the mood of the predominantly Black audience seemed to be falling increasingly pessimistic and doubtful in regard to Black progression and the thought of us having (to maintain is a whole ‘nother debate) another Black Wall Street in today's date, with knowing that history often gets repeated (they keep getting destroyed- burned down, gentrified or taken away in one way or another). It is important to me to give my people, specifically young people and cynical people who may not know any better, HOPE in such regard. 

Therefore, I raised my hand to give my little contribution of awareness to the conversation which ended up being way more impactful than I had in mind. I gladly informed much of the audience about thriving Black economies that I have seen in recent years between Africa, the Caribbean and America that have done well and are presently doing very well in regards to Black ownership of businesses, land, homes and schools. These are indeed real places, with real populations of Black residents- with a status quo obviously, protection, isolation vs integration, as well as the ones (towns/cities/countries) in development as we speak. I know this due to my recent travels, conversations and extended research. 

 

Everyone is entitled to go and research for themselves and to physically explore themselves to find out more- RESPECTFULLY SO. What people are not entitled to do, to my face anyway, is to deny the facts of these happenings. Black people have lost alot (I still prefer to write it as the original and familiar UK English “alot” as opposed to the new US English of "a lot") but continue to build alot as well as fight for alot. Thus between the time we still achieve ALOT which I have seen all of my nearly 40yrs of living.

The pleasure and joy within the audience from my proven examples of modern day "Black Wall Streets," was infectious after hearing the positive insights I had to share, especially when I quoted some facts and places. The happy grunts of people who concurred in agreement with some of my mentions, was equally joyful. Followed by the side conversations and approaches that I got after the Q&A had finished and we all left the auditorium, in crowds of what felt like a church gathering (when they all take forever to leave the building as everyone is held up in ongoing conversation and repeated Goodbye’s), made for a very pleasant evening. I was taken aback by the amount of people that came up to me to say that they were thankful for what I had to say or the information I gave. 

It was quite humbling as I could tell that some of them just needed to hear that glitter of hope, as opposed to being brought down with the regular news of police brutality, corporate or academic mistreatment, high unemployment rates, crime, lack of development, complaints of struggle and topical set-backs that get far more mentions and airtime. Constant gentrification of Black areas or neo-colonialism of Black countries, all of which are naturally draining and can encourage self-hatred which I have NO TIME FOR. I wanted at least some people in the room to feel PROUD and not so frustrated or embarrassed of the shame and sorrow that is often brought to Black communities internationally due to systemic racism and historic issues, regardless of conflicting opinions. 

 

When I saw the change in the face of a particular young person a few rows away from me, transform from disappointment at what was just said before me in regard to our things always being destroyed or taken, to then going to an immediate smile when I spoke of Black middle class areas and Black owned hotels in certain countries that I had just visited, their smile melted my heart and affirmed my need to add to the conversation. 

 

All in all it was a good night out and worth the transport trouble, for the most part. It was a good play. There was great energy from the cast and audience. The Q&A was encouragingly interactive and the cast and crew were gracious with that, as well as with the many pictures we were all excited to take with them in their costumes! 

 

I will forever be grateful for the lovely women who were sitting near the door that I entered from but stayed standing still because I did not want to distract the audience, and I could not see a damn thing to assure my safety if I was to attempt to walk to my seat! I actually have brilliant eyesight (ask my Optician), but for the life of me all the rows of seats next to the door were pitch black just ready for a lawsuit hazard! Thus I kept myself still, waiting for the lights to brighten. The women sitting nearby noticed this and three of them held my arms to guide me to my seat, up a few hidden steps, safely. That was so sweet! I haven't experienced that level of kindness from a group of strangers (who also didn't know each other by the way) in ages, I nearly fell over anyway just out of shock! 

Two other nice moments were when; a woman sitting behind me believed that she recognised me as a performer and when I confirmed that I was a Poet/Spoken Word Artist, she said that she has definitely seen me perform before but could not remember where. It was my voice that triggered her memory as well as my "beautiful" baby cheeks if I do say so myself ;-)

 

Secondly, someone came up to me after the Q&A, while I was speaking with some other audience members in the foyer and said “Miss, you have such a strong presence about you. From the moment you spoke you didn’t need the microphone. You just have such an aura and commanding presence. Thank-you for what you shared.” I was so taken by that. What a night!

 

Check out more footage on my Instagram page @LkReelDeevah.

 

 

Love Lauren