[In the beginning hadithi…..]

With a visible breath I yam walking;

I yam walking toward a buffalo nation.

And my voice is loud.

With a visible breath I yam walking;

I yam walking toward dis sacred object.


[There`s a story I know bout how dis ting called ubuntu initiated Molisa into de world wide web en healing/arts for social change movements kept dis blog here. I yam deeply grateful for divine collectives kama tdot renaissance, for when werds are not enough, there are true hadithi from simbas speaking. Oga I beg, check dis litanies of survival by sistas I love, respekt en admire so, en be inspired o!

Paukwa! Pakawa! Hadithi? Hadithi? Hadithi njoo, ukweli njoo, Utamu kolea.

Hapo zamani za kale palikuwa na…]


Iyan, de rock existed in a void; it was dark en lonely there. Iyan wished to create something other, so that he would not be lonely en so that he could have some powah over something other than himself. He pierced himself, en his blood, which was blue, flowed out until he was shrivelled, hard en powerless. What came from him formed Maka Ina (Mama Earth). De blue also formed de oceans, but de released powahs could not reside in de wota, so they formed de blue sky dome en called it Mahpiyato [blue sky].

The energy given up by de rock, now hard en powerless, is Taku Skan Skan, that which moves all tings. This powah was now diffused into de female earth, de male sky en de wotas.

Mahpiyato, creates Anpetu Wi, de Sun of de day, en Hanhepi Wi, de Sun of de night, or Mwezi [moon], to share his world with him. They marry, en there is constant daylight. S/he creates Tate’, de Baba, Igwe, or “chief” of all winds.

Created next are de Pte’ Oyate’, humans who live under de ground. They are created to serve de god/desses. They are called de Pte’ Oyate’ or Buffalo Nation; they become us, de Lakota. Their Igwe is Wazi [Old Man], en his wife is Wakanta [Old Womban].

They have a daughter, Ite’ [face], who grows up to be de most beautiful of de Ikce’ people. Ite’ is admired by Tate’, de Wind en eventually marries hir. Wakanka is not satisfied dat her daughter is married to a god, Tate’ en dat her children are de four winds. She wishes her beautiful daughta to be married to Wi, de Sun. She wishes for herself, her husband, en her daughta to have de powah of de god/desses en conspires with Iktomi, the Spider [trickster], to get what she wants.

He promises to help them, if they help him in his plan to make people look ridiculous forever. Iktomi tells Wi that he should have a feast to show everyone how proud he is of de Pte’ womban Ite’. He then helps Wakanka construct a magic charm for Ite’, so she will soon become so beautiful dat it will make Wi fall in love with her daughta.

Later, Iktomi sees Hanhepi, clothed in all her beauty, heading towards de feast. He tells her dat Ite’ has

been invited en dat she has made for herself a special dress. He encourages de Moon to return to her lodge en put on a mo beautiful face. Afraid to be embarrassed by a mere human, she agrees.

According to Iktomi’s plan, dis puts Ite’ at de feast of de god/desses before de Moon. iktomi tells her dat de empty seat beside Wi is for her, en she sits down next to de Sun. Then Wi, de Sun, takes one look at her en falls in love. Soon Hanhepi arrives to find her husband staring longingly at Ite’, a mere human. Ite’ sits wid Wi, ignoring her own husband, Tate’, de Wind. De Moon is shamefaced en storms off.

Angered, Mahpiyato, de Sky, calls de spirit together en punishes them for their foolishness. He banishes Ite’ to de earth, making one side of her face forever ugly, en tells her, “From now on you will be known as Anukite’, Double Faced Woman!” She is pregnant by Tate’ with their fifth child. Because of her mischief, Yummi, Whirlwind, is born playful en childlike. He will neva grow up. Sky sends Wakanka en Wazi to de far edges of de world, where they will wander forever. Tate’ is giv en custody of all five “wind” pikin en sent to de face of de earth, where he is to await a messenger, who will be Whope’, daughta of Mahpiyato himself.

Wi is told that because of his betrayal he will neva see his wife again. Hanhepi is told that because of her shame, she will constantly turn her

back on her husband en will neva look at him directly again. This begins de second time, night, en initiates de day-night cycle, en the third time, de “changing” moon or months.

Over time, Anukite’ comes to be lonely for Ikce’ or human nation. In spite of Mahpiyato’s admonition that she neva reside with her people, she begins to scheme. Drawn both by her desires en by his own for a lil mischief is Iktomi, also banished to earth for his part at de great feast. He is tired of teasing de animals en wishes to have mo fun, if only he en Anukite’ can

entice the Pte’ Oyate’ [humans] to de surface of de world. They decide that Iktomi changes his form to that of a wolf and, with de wondrous tanned en quilled robe of de buffalo en some roasted meat, heads for de cave known to connect de surface world with de underworld. He will leave de buffalo robe en meat near de entrance to entice de Ikce’ people to de surface.de smell of freshly roasted buffalo meat will entice them out of their cave. Anukite’ kills a buffalo, prepares de meat, en decorates the tanned robe with de quills of a porcupine.

Tokahe’ [First Man], chief of de Pte’ Oyate’, or Buffalo Nation, asks de spider to lead them to de surface world, where he finds de wondrous zawadis (gifts) en brings them back underground en shows them to the People. Six men and six women are convinced that Tokahe’ has found a betta place to live and follow him en his wife to de surface.

Here they become de ancestors of de Oceti Sagowin [Seven Fiya Places] that make up de Lakota, Dakota, en Nakota peoples – de People who are today called Sioux by de whites.

Soon de seasons changed, en de People wished to escape de cold that was sent by North Wind to torture them. They searched for de cave entrance but could not find it. Tokahe’, no longer Pte’ People but now only Ikce Oyate’ [common people], became frightened en ashamed; he cried for help. Wazi, now called “the Wizard”, en his wife, Wakanka,  now known as “the Witch” because of her ability to predict the future, will take pity on de humans, teaching them many tings that they will need to know to live on dis changing dunia. Thus de people learned to make their homes on earth.

(Originally told to Mark St. Pierre by Colleen Cutshall, Lakota artist and educator)

[remixed from Walking in the Sacred Manner / Healers, Dreamers, and Pipe Carriers – Medicine Women of the Plains Indians by Mark St. Pierre and Tilda Long Soldier]

[In de middle….Hadithi? Hadithi?  Are you ready for multi-layered readings of renaissance?]

De terms of de vision quest of maisha require dat you master de ability to walk in balance between those two worlds without getting caught between them. To a certain extent, it will be necessary to internalise de dunia of de Great Mama, for her perfect silence en solitude will not always be physically available to you. One way to ensure her constant presence in your moyo is to perform a simple daily ceremony……

Times will come when you can physically return to de wilderness en again hold communion with de moyo of Granmama Earth. But neva will you go to her to escape. You will go because you seek to return to e human world wid de benefits of her teaching en empowerment. She will offer you temporary asylum en will send her messengers to validate and clarify your life purposes. She will give you further insight into de resources available to you. Treat her with reverence en she will reverence you.

There will be many times when you stumble and fall, when you are certain no one in the human world knows or cares. Then you will want to crawl back to your power place en begin all over again. Remember that these are de times of greatest potential, when you are looking your dragons square in e eye. When all is said en done, only you know what you have hidden away, growing steadily en surely with its magical roots in your subsoil. As you grow, de vision grows. There is no other way.

[remixed excerpts from Kitabu ya The Vision Quest: Personal Transformation in the Wilderness by Steven Foster with Meredith Little]

En so goes dis love letter to Tdot renaissance. Nakupenda o! Werds are lacking in how to say asante to you.

Ire, Ire, ire!
Ire aiku, ire aya, ire omo, ire owo, ire isegun l’ori ota, ire alafia.
Blessings of long life, good health, obedient children, prosperity, victory over your enemies and peace of mind.

“I Am because We Are; and because We Are, therefore I Am!”


Press Release

 ( aka. the truth about our stories: revisited)

The q/t werd is our [epic of a] quest for unity within our diversity.

A mystic, organic, us/folk driven caravan of  real talks with (en legends of) people we love, respekt and admire, and need to get to know betta .

The series examines the fragmentation and intersections of our diversity and charts the growth of our communities through interviews with a diverse bunch of POC, and topical themes from identity politics, community accountability, using the arts for revolushunary change to ethics and guides in dating and non-monogamous relationships and survivor accounts

It uh go (go) something like


#1 a is for (mama) afrika

#2 b is for bredrin en dadas in solidarity

#3 c is for colour spill productions


#4  d is for (the spaces between) dini ya msambwa (lukemi en santeria)

#5  e is for (the link between) Elijah Masinde (and Elijah Wilson)

lakini leo ni leo ni monday is for medusa, the official opening of the word! sound! powah! (graduation) fest of the artists in residence at anitAFrika dub theatre……the fiya, wota, earth en air this time, in this place here (aka. tdot), is blessed

En so (mpaka) kesho, it only makes sense that we shud tell you mo’ about the art of nneka en nneke, in the Q/T werd, au siyo?

hadithi? hadithi? hadithi njoo…..

[blogger’s notes:  this post is NOT an official peace theatre release. just another sista outsider view on what’s going on in her hood, like with…..]

The Space Between –  the final frontier

60 children and youth and 12 of Toronto’s finest artists were on a mission to explore faith and reason, to seek out truth and understanding

To boldly go where no Theatre has gone before

Director: Liz Pounsett

Music Director: Brownman

Visual Arts Director: Jerry Silverberg

Artistic Director: Karen Emerson

This year, the 10th annual peace camp gala performance & peace is possible summer workshops were supported by a (core) collective of womben + one man, from karen emerson, susan ryan, liz pounsett, jessica salloum, angela chau, vivian sofia mora, sharon vanderveen, merril matthews to Abdul & Alixa @ the (place formerly known as the childrens) peace theatre

[blogger’s notes: disclaimer – the term collective is used strategically/loosely en creatively, the people didn’t come together specifically to work as a collective, didn’t necessarily even work as a collective, there were ofcourse boys & men involved in the work, and depending on where you look at it from, the folks mentioned are just a fraction of ‘the core’]

there was an honorary granma en granpa during the camp, the space was even visited by a few healers during rehearsals, en blessed with a joyous graduation in a celebration of the talents of many children, youth en the rest of us who worked together, and individually for (more than) 3 weeks on the production of the space between: the final frontier & the (ultimately postponed) peace is possible parade.

We will share our stories all through (the sacred moon of Black) August, in a photo & video diary of the spiral journey of n0t only the peace theatre, from 2009 to 2010, but more significantly for this place here, the re-birth of the q/t werd


But before that, I’ll tell you (part of) the story of how the (children’s) peace theatre was born, where its come from, and where this place is going….. as an institutional body, a (vision of a ) collective, and in our individual, unique journeys that intersect/ed in the heart of what we’ve dubbed as the peace forest, betwixt en between, crescent town, good wood and park vista, close to scarborough village, ideologically not that different from regent park, intrinsically connected to jane & finch, and originally from afrika.

Hadithi? Hadithi? Hadithi njoo!

Uongo njoo! Utamu kolea!

Sahani? ya mchele! Giza? Ya…….

Once upon a time, there was a turtle on whose back the world turned, underneath that turtle, was another turtle, and underneath that turtle another turtle, or so one version of a creation story goes, the bigger point is, we were born of the great goddess, came from mama afrika, and a decade ago to be exact, the children’s peace theatre was founded by Robert Morgan, en a growing in/visible collective of youth, supporters, and our communities at large…

The first peace camp was “ At The Crossroads”….the gaps and (mis)steps in our journey are the spaces between mo’ people (not) knowing about us, and mo’ folks working ‘with the group in educating in the practice of freedom, using the arts for social change, and rebuilding heathy, sustainable communities

As Robert (one of the founders of this place formerly known as the children’s peace theatre) has said:

“We place children and youth centre stage, not because they are cute or candid, but because they display humanity’s capacity to evolve, even in the harsh conditions of the current times. Young people are demonstrating an instinctive desire to move away from the dominant culture of self-interestedness and aggression, and are moving instead towards building relationships and community due to an innate desire to seek stability, safety, and peace. It is also evident that young people have the imagination and the energy that will be necessary to establish a new culture of peace. Watching young people from very different backgrounds cross paths, encounter conflict, and find creative ways of making the conflict evolve in positive directions, gives me the audacity to believe that peace is possible.”

coming soon…the space between (us and mama afrika), in the (evolushun of the) Q/T werd