Today I celebrate my 20 year Brummiversary

Two decades ago I followed in the footsteps of the Anglo-Saxon Beormingas clan,

of Yemeni people, Irish, Bangladeshi, Indians, Pakistanis, Jamaicans, Eritreans, Ethiopians, Chinese, Zimbabweans, Syrians, Romanians, Germans, French people, northerners, southerners,

my brother, then me, then my sister,

Landed & Rooted.

Céad míle fáilte, a hundred thousand welcomes. I found one here for me and I’ve offered a few myself.

The city of 1000 trades. It’s given me at least 5.

Birmingham is my chosen home. I’ve spent most of my life here. I love the place and I love the people. Brummies can be frustratingly placid, but I love you. Thank you for having me.

I love the trees, the skies, the water. I love the walking, the running, the biking, the buses, and I am part of the traffic jams.

The punk, reggae, metal, drum & bass, hip hop and pop reverbs around my skull… Dawns under the Digbeth arches…

I have appreciated and learned from every moment here:

sweating bleeding dancing

hurting crying protesting

healing laughing farming

I am grateful to rest my bones and share my vibes with these auspicious postcodes and map coordinates!