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De Gabay

Two years ago a group of Somali poets from Butetown walked into the National Theatre Wales office and said they wanted to make a show...

Their award-winning story begins in Somalia and sails to Cardiff’s Tiger Bay.

On the 3rd March you are welcomed to Butetown to be part of their story. Join us for two parades, intimate house visits, a parliament of poetry and a beautiful finale across the harbour.

Supported by Calouste Gulbenkian Foundation.

De Gabay will take place on Sunday 3rd March 2013, in and around Butetown, Cardiff. 

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Website: http://nationaltheatrewales.org/degabay
Location: In Butetown, Cardiff
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Comment by Ahmed Yusuf on December 8, 2011 at 12:33
Here is a brief history of butetown and its people conveyed through its graffiti.
Comment by HASSAN PANERO on December 5, 2011 at 9:34
Comment by Devinda De Silva on December 5, 2011 at 5:36

Its not poetry, but thought you might find this interesting

KRONOLOGIES by Nadia Faragaab from BLAK DOT GALLERY on Vimeo.

Comment by HASSAN PANERO on December 2, 2011 at 12:43

 

DE GABAY

Usually, I’m left pushed towards the darkest dustier part of the house, amongst forgotten cloths and unattended boxes.

Fully packed with a history of adventures intact, zipped up with a elastic armband 'Please Contact'

Equipped with wheels to roll loyalty to my family, similar to the shoes and the owner, precise size,

Their congealer whilst they travel through the long windy nights,

Departed long before jet engines started, travelled in-between camels, stars and traffic lights,

Red sand to waves of colourful oceans into concrete confusing, brown to blue eyes studied my internal.

Razor sharp fingers continue to tickle me, centuries later the laughter still appear,

Thought it was a welcome gesture at the time.

Illiterate experts as life taught my owner body language and hard work ethics,

First handle witness to the many encounters the Seaman’s faced, religion buried deep within their roots

Sandals to boots, ultimate sacrifice for their family, Heroes from both World Wars disguised in HIS-STORY paralyzed,

Proud to experience their offspring graduate to achieve, reinvented generation ready to teach,

Allergic to dust, I’m still in use, insecure as if I was out of fashion rolling through the terminal.

My owner kneeled down and said we going home, that’s when we got highlighted, when a man pointed a finger towards us yelling out Terrorist.

 

HASSAN PANERO

Comment by Gavin Porter on November 25, 2011 at 2:01

Here you go Has

 

Comment by HASSAN PANERO on November 25, 2011 at 1:52

big video's gavin ...... lovin it 

respect. i tried uploading a knaan ... Until the lion learns to speaks

Comment by Gavin Porter on November 24, 2011 at 10:31

Message to the Messengers

 

 

Comment by Gavin Porter on November 24, 2011 at 4:11
Thanks to Abdul Shayek for this

 

Comment by Gavin Porter on November 24, 2011 at 3:38

I think this is brilliant and wanted to share it again.

 

Comment by abdul shayek on November 22, 2011 at 6:37

loving the poet nation clips. Some great rhymes- nice one gav.

 

 

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