October 22, 2011
This woman has dreadlocks, going grey at the roots, and everyone is hanging on her every word. Her poetry tells of her grandmother in a rocking chair and the lessons at her knee, her grandfather's hands and the donkey he rode, the luscious fruits of the Caribbean, and a long boat journey to England to an unknown mother. Her voice has righteous anger tempered with long experience, patience and humour. She merges her life into the poetry and, from time to time, the poem into a song, "won't you help to sing, these songs of freedom?" The audience sing along.