Aunty Nellie's wise words
Listen to Tahla's tales as he scrolls through his life's story and you might discover the trick that's in us all.
"It was morning whilst I woke... to realise we were living in air, so full of smoke. Air a drifting for all to view. Across this city with its people - now so few.
With more pity in their desire driven ever onward chasing gaudings.
Here is a man who like us all who fought the good fight... only to stumble and then trundle with a bundle on his back, immersed in port.
He's now dispersed with doubt - fine sanctions in drinking his stout.
I have memories of Aunty Nelly, who was on a silo near Pwllheli. It was she who spoke wise words to me, when I was no mere a baby 'bach' on her knee... Come West Young man - it's the best on Cymru to you.
I went straight away to my books and education, searching papers for a situation to suit my vocation. To set me free in Wales... only to get stuck with tales from page three.
With the passing of time I changed my line and life and faith. So to avoid the gales of life, I moved to Wales with the wife.
So with my Muslim friends, who came from near and far, to catch some time in our backyard.
There now, don't make a fuss. It is a trick for all of us... to land yourself with food and love. After all, it comes from the one above.
I got her vacant - situation - hanging skyhooks from the clouds, when I bumped into an albatross this morning, whilst I was yawning. I shouldn't really talk to myself while perched here on a cloud.
Don't give up your faith."