Last Saturday morning, the 4th May, I had an encounter that disturbed me profoundly. The previous evening, I had seen a post from a page I follow, via an Instagram story, showing details of a new, inclusive, sex and body-positive page aimed at women of South Asian heritage. I felt really excited by this news-… Continue reading Dismembered: Exclusion And Colourism, Being British South Asian
The usual comment about the innately destructive comparison culture perpetuated by society through the media, especially social media- I want, in this instance, however, to bring this conversation to a personal level, about my experiences so far as a writer, a poet (although I gag supremely at this label where it applies to me, so… Continue reading Trust your own Process.
Saturday, the 5th of March, 2001. An eleven-year-old girl is staying at her mom's- well, her grandparents' (mother's parents)- house, where they have lived for a number of years since her parents split up, and later, divorced. I think it was four years in total- mom moved into her house, if I recall correctly, in… Continue reading Inaugural Flow: The Story Of My First Period
Prayer does nothing other than make you feel like you've done something. It is nothing but a sanctuary for the passive: those who choose to stagnate in perpetual hope, rather than take hold of the tangible courage in acting to affect change. Any action, however small, is valuable. In situations where you truly cannot do… Continue reading Thoughts On The Passive Institution Of Prayer- Wednesday, the 17th of October, 2018: 13:01.
I have a real problem with the word 'brown', and other colour-centric words where they pertain to skin. For some, they are exaltations of pride, affirmations of identity and fervent ownership of a feature that has been used to discriminate against them and others seen as similar, a reclaiming and redefining of something natural and… Continue reading Some Thoughts On Contemporary Colour-Centric Discourse
This piece comes from the view of a Birmingham local, an individual who has witnessed- and moved with- the commercial evolution of her city over the twenty-seven years of her life so far. I can already feel the fever of internalised commentaries to this piece that will fiercely defend that I am 'not allowed' to… Continue reading Weeding-Out The Undesirable – The Culture Of Independent Business In Birmingham
This is the face of a third-generation British Indian. This is MY face. My full name is Ciona Bhachu Nankervis. My forename was picked out of a magazine by my aunt in 1989, the origin of which still mystifies me, my now middle name is my maiden name, the only nominal indicator of my Punjabi… Continue reading Britishness, Race And Identity: Let’s Talk
Are we destined to not form strong connections with people? Forever offering ourselves up on an emotional platter, giving and wanting to give ourselves, heart and soul, to people, but not being taken in and enjoyed in all our flavour and glory? I am not thrilled by perpetual pursuit or chase, I want to be… Continue reading To Show You All Of My Heart And Hold You In Mine: What It Means To Me To Be Human, And Alive.