Poetry in Bonymaen
Kate works as a community development trainee in Swansea. Here she tells us what it is like living in Bonymaen and how anywhere can be magical.
"This is not a fairytale...
Once upon a time there was a quiet, sleepy village at the foot of a great hill. The outside has told tales of burning beacons lighting up the sky and of strange tribal markings on the buildings... warning their children... don't go into the village!
Locals telling their children... don't leave the village, whatever you do! But the bards of Bonymaen tell a different story.
Legends of the Roman soldier, fire-breathing dragons, the ancient standing stone and the proud leaf clad green man watching over the village. Stories for telling... magic.
There's magic in Bonymaen, but not just from old monuments and legends thouands of years old but from them... Muka - Most United Knowlegable Artists...the day Johannesburg met Bonymaen... the village where others feared to go.
They came to us to sing out their stories... danced to their rhythms, and to share their legends with Bonymaen... two cultures living and talking together; making children and adults laugh.
Magic doesn't only come from legends... I think it can come from the smiles of people and those who make them smile... Muka Magic... I know, I was there.
And now I've got a story to tell... something inspirational that happened to me... six weeks of stories, six weeks of magic... so now Muka take their place with the legends of Bonymaen and I take my place with the storytellers - the bards of Bonymaen.
This is not a fairytale... there are no fairies in it."