Hello my fellow peoples… hope everyone is good and enjoying the warm weather. This is my diary entry telling you whats.. happening/poppin/cracking/crackapopulating/gwarning…. (okay you get the point).

This is the character I have put the least work into, since feedback from my earlier WIP I have spoken to a few young ladies who are involved in these postcode gangs…. or around it.  The challenge for me was being able to convey the voice properly.. and writing from a female perspective full stop……. also making it distinctive enough to stand out from the other two male characters in terms, of vocal style, and the writing… SO since the bits below I have now decided to write all her pieces in ‘Diary form’ which takes me out my comfort zone in terms.. of rhyming etc.. and gives it an interesting ’swing’ … So the bits of writing below will possibly not really be used.. but gives a little indication of her mindset… and characteristics.

This is the introduction to Male B again the first time you see or hear him is in his personal space.. his bedroom.

Walks into new Bedroom with box of personal items (pictures, trophies, etc)

I’m in a new ends, I’m in a new area

Territory unfamiliar but strangely similar,

I’m in a new ends, I’m in a new area

Territory unfamiliar but strangely similar,

This is the introduction you could say to Male A the first time you get to see or hear any of the characters is in their personal ’space’ or ‘place’, THE BEDROOM.

(Male A in Bedroom smoking listening to music (D’n'B/Jungle) on stereo, really into it)

Hello it’s been a while….!! The last couple of month has been a very hard and sureal period in my life, I am now getting back focused and ‘catching up’…. I would like to say a BIG THANKYOU to all of my APPLES N SNAKES & MPOY family.

I have started to write my piece… This is is just a extract of of my work in progress have a read.. and let me know what you feel….. I hope it makes sense.. Bless

PART ONE WORK IN PROGRESS

(dream sequence…. Images interrupted by beeping (car/traffic?)

Darkness…. Beep beep and vibrate….(Incoming txt) rukus trying to ignore eventually gets up wipping eyes….. hair down (visual or audio in head) … (txt about) Kadeem… 15 yr old dead….

“That was the first time I heard about it…… and I wasn’t even shocked….. let me speak about it…….

It’s like I’m in the same place but my headspace different

Same place different time, different time different space……

The mind has a funny way of producing that juice or drink called ‘insensitivity’

Where all sensibility becomes protected

Where the shock factor gets rejected

Morality… gathering dust.. left in the back neglected

These young ones have evolved causing the loss of the ‘Gag’ reflex

Me.. I’ve tasted the bitter pill of violence that much it’s become easy to digest

Excuse me if I digress

As I say a prayer and mourn for those that ain’t even died yet

Knowing full well we’re in the middle of a postcode tsunami and we can’t stop the tied yet…….

I hear their voices speak everyday…..

About ‘around da way’ and its slow decay…….

Expressing the fact there’s no places to play

Questions of hope are met by a small delay… (Delay, delay, delay)

It’s like I’m in the same place but my headspace different

Same place different time, but this time how did I get back to the same space……

My place is full of boundaries

Boundaries are bars that I call the prison of life

Unsaid, unseen rules, every place has.. Like,

Don’t sit there.. That’s Dad’s chair

You can touch the face but DON’T touch the hair!!!

You can speak to Tania… but don’t talk to Claire

She’s Tommo little sister… and yo!! You don’t ‘wanna go dere’

Many of us feel trapped in these inner cities.. The young ones call them slums

Trying not to go under but it’s hard not to succumb..

Because harsh and cold environments, force you to become numb

While others that are warm act Deaf, Blind, ‘n’ Dumb

I to was an angry teen, got up to mischief acted like a plum

Ended up mishandling situations like I was born with no thumbs

How come they don’t see it? That’s the question asked by some

When the truths there hanging-banging like your ear drum

It’s like I’m in the same place but my headspace different

Different place different time, can I call this place mine?

I chose to move a little more Northern…

Derby where I ended up but that is not important

For those that knew.. I told them I was passing through

And before I move I would leave a legacy and that was certain

I drew the curtain certainly on certain persons

Some of my friends felt left behind so they started Dispersing

But this was no rehearsing.. This was real life.. Real strife

Real issues, real miss you’s, real tissues, realise

My eyes were excited to see a new place,

My vibe was different I’m entering a new space

‘Boppin’ round my new town, new found confidence, new face

My ‘swagga’ sky high.. I spy new faith

Not just within me but about my whole life

The future Orange, the future apple…

let’s just say the future bright…….

It’s like I’m in a different place and my headspace is different

Different place this time, I am going for mine?

Hello how doing my homies/crew/peoples? been alongtime…… well a few weeks lol….. need to catch up on whats been going on in all the different places… respect to all those that have left comments I will get back to each and everyone… I promise… been on a another residency. This time not Youth orientated.. (felt it was important to gain different perspective) I spent time with a Middle age woman who was born in India and moved to England and discussed her views on home and sense of place.. It was very,  very interesting and alot of what was discussed was ‘parrallel’ and  almost identical to my thoughts on leaving Birmingham and now living in Derby…. I did record it  ( why ask..lol) and will be editing it and putting up nex week.  I have also ‘kinda’ finalised where I am going with my piece….  Postcode Purgatory (working title).

This is the second part of the footage from my first residency which was a local music studio… the day was a special day in memory of a local 15 year old who had been shot dead 2 weeks prior…  postcodes and area tension (’beef’) where very high… due to the nature of the incident which was ‘partly’ an area issue.  This day was set up to bring together youths from around the city who would not normally be seen together…. or talk…  to put together a music CD (mixtape) “NO MORE LIVE LOST DAY” I felt I had to find out what was going on and how I could help…. which meant asking questions that they really did not want to answer but I’m glad I did ‘challegene’ them in the way I did…… hit me back with your feedback after watching….. 1

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Hello how is everyone? hope you all had a great Christmas and New years…. 09 is here and I feel…. ‘highly’ motivated and ready… as I ‘kinda’ always do in January… (seems to always filter out mid Feb…lol).  Any ways I’ve been mad busy writing ideas.. and on my residencies I have a few more left… but so far it’s been amazing, eye opening…. etc….. will be posting a few more vids as well… got to edit them…. need more hours in the day… but.. TIME management is key this year… anyway… check these out….. bless 1 gone yazeemi

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