Prisoners of our own minds

Prisoners of

Fate, childhood, culture, language, values,professions, gender and the colour of our skin

When you look at me

You will try to put me in pre-understood boxes, labels, types

to help you make sense of who I might be.

My challenge as a woman storyteller has been to try to show you

That I do not fit into any boxes or types that you know of.

You will find me in explored and discovered one to one conversations.

Just like some of you, I have multiple sides which come to surface

NOT TO pretend or window dress but to CONNECT.

For connecting with human beings, is my goal.

How well I articulate my stories, my reasons for telling them

Is to be seen… till I am alive.

Yet I keep trying

To reach out , connect, communicate and make sense of me to you.

While also making sense of the world and life around me.

You may criticise and find flaws in my answers to your questions of who you

See standing in front of you.

But , I promise, none of the definitions will apply.

If you take the time to know and … I mean really know me

You will find me to be nothing like you had imagined or perceived.

Finding ones identity, where one is, where one belongs and who one is, is a journey.