Felispeaks

MARCH HAD HANDS!!! I didn't see any of it coming. Ducked a few, chested one or two, a few swings landed like mad but i won the big ones.

Exhilarating, scary, high-speed, high-drama, clogged plot, big swings, comedy and tragedy, big wins, did the unthinkable, managed the unmanageable, exhausting and peak hilarity, safe and loved. I am burnt at the ends, delirious, angry-happy.

Unmistakably alive.
I'm back in Ireland fr.

While we are here - Donate to Tobi's go-fund-me.
Link in my bio. He's on the side of humanity, and love and community and I want to burn down buildings and pick a nation-wide fight. The middle ground is donations for his medical and general care. Full story on his page

First week back in Ireland and we are off to the races! Few gigs and a few surprises, whew!

Had a gorgeous morning with Research Ireland performing a commissioned poem last Monday, will upload the poem clip later this week.

A playful time at Dublin Dance Festival launch, excited to see the line up of incredible creatives and dancers in this year's programme.

A heartwarming TV appearance, I'll tell you about that later! 😏😌

And all the fun of family and friends in between! WHAT A WEEK 💗

Lastly, I'm performing in a beautiful intimate 60 minute play called "MMANWU" written and directed by & produced by
at the - check my stories for tix link ❤️🍾

Oiii springtime in Ireland is a bit of a vibe isn't it?
Let's have it then!

Gorée Island, off the coast of Dakar, Senegal 🇸🇳

I was going to write a long post. One that will give you insight into the everythings I feel and felt. But I think it no longer necessary.

The summary I can share is this:

Art persists.
Life persists.
Joy persists.
In spite of it all.
In spite of grief, in spite of death, in spite of pain.
Let them co-exist erasure of either.

In a place with a history like Gorey Island, but also, in you. Find the continuing anchor, and persist.
That is the entire point.

Some lessons exist to be integrated.
May it land for you as it landed for me.

(No music, enjoy the sounds)

First week in Dakar, Senegal complete.

In a deep, slow state of being. Slowness is desired - and desirable - and listening is now paramount. I can hear the God in self crystal clear. Necessary for the next phase, for the Artist work is Spirit work. & Being is as easy as breathing. I am still in a doing state, but I am not doing to exist. Anchored in remembrance, resonance, recognition, and rhythm.

I'm not moving voyeuristically through Yoff in Dakar. I am recognised and held. Quelle suprise!

February! with its special energy.
Thank you.

Annnnnd issa wrap!!

Week 2 of the Sydney Festival was so much fun and so much sun!

What a privilege and a pleasure to be part of a magic ensemble to a magical show!✨️ we did our thing, we beat our drum, and Sydney stood up!!! I'll never forget!

Huge thanks to the cast that I get to stir cities with ✨️ Thunderous claps for for pulling off this mammoth of a show in Australia a million miles from home, and BIG HOORAY for themselves, thank you for having us 🤩🤗

High Priestess of Poetry Signing OUT 🎤🙏🏿🤙🏿

GRATITUDE. GRATITUDE. GRATITUDE.

WEEK 1 OF WAKE IN SYDNEY, AUSTRALIA. ❤️📌

Deep overflowing gratitude. May Gadagal Country continue to receive us, and I speak a continuous balm over the hearts that need WAKE. May it land tender on those who need tenderness, may it break the dams open for those who need a flood of joy, may it restore to those who need to remember to - "Chill, Breathe, Be destroyed and Enjoy it". . Life will keep arriving. Meet it with a wild, brave face. Nobody gets out alive.

A chaotic assemble of the WAKE FAMBAM day out to the Governor's House in Sydney. We sauntered around the place afterwards, pics at the Sydney Harbour and the Opera House. Meandered through the streets loudly and Irishly lmao it even rained warm and wet, a stunning homelike reminder. We teased at each other and cameras at the ready. The childish giggles and comic relief of swapping sandals and flats freeing toes on pavement gave adult school tour vibes. Our troubles were not wet sandwiches and forgotten lunch boxes, but achy ankles and no umbrellas and a dash to a sit down club that honoured its name; the caterpillar club. And didn't we bunch and munch together, processo fingers up!

We had a blast. Also.. someone help me fight UBIGI for my 17 dollars because my e-sim isn't working mahn.

Anyways its 10am here and 11pm at home.
As an Kenyan philosopher once said - "Time is relative. Time is non-linear to the African"

I don't understand the upside down effect of the Aussieland, however, I feel perfectly in time. My mind is confused but my body is truly not. I am In sync, in rhythm. Everyone else is jetlagged lmao.