In 2021, I held a series of one on one conversations with eight people across the city in different green spaces that were meaningful for them in some way; from the expanses of Eastville Park to the pocket of reclaimed community space named Dove Gardens in Kingsdown - creating podcasts and working in collaboration with local poet, Kabbo Ferdinand, to creatively interpret these same interviews into written and spoken word pieces.
Stepping Sisters, written by //Kabbo Hue Qua

Stepping Sisters
this is my life
natures our carer
stirring up happiness inside
walking cause it matters
walking in these green spaces
for it’s my right
walking past all these strangers
strangely, never seen a face
hued like mine
like nature belonged to
the rich and white farmers, only
never a hue like mine
a change was needed so I
invited my Nubian Queens out
now we face down the stares
from the classes to right, middle
and left, together
in nature
we calm, strong and proud
I’ve been a walker
since a child, taught me
just a little courage has us
walking past our fears
of belonging even
when the chips are down
we’ve been walking
and walking and walking
walking before there were cars
walking for our freedom
walking for our lives
walking for equality
walking for justice,
walking for our liberty
walking through all of time
fighting the MAN, fighting the system
Step up Stepping Sister
Step Up! Knowing
I embraced myself
Had too, choice removed
some of the memories
of the past, haunting
as soon as Roots dropped
onto the black box
the name calling rung out
hurtfully, painful
furnacing spiteful rhetoric
Kissy, Chalkie, slave girl
dem’ white boys screamed
chop off Kunta Kinte’s feet
the slave master called
that will teach him
stop him from walking away
yet knowing without knowing
nature always soothed
the hue, the me
for my nature in nature
is my nature
and this is all I know
My kinfolk,
now and always been
the drivers of industry
driving, seemingly upwardly mobile
or so it seems
from picking cotton to
fake nails, high heels and
slick weaves
forgetfully, forgetting
our roots form crowns
disconnected and schooled
like low hanging fruit
not catching enough rays
lest we forget
so many drowned
Something’s stirring
needed doing I felt
wrecked my brains on a
walkabout
an idea popped,
right
into my head,
left
my mind stirring,
up
why not start my own group?
and let the queens
decide for themselves,
down
with the rumours, whispering
and empty stares,
full up! full up!! full up!!!
we walking now!
ankles hurting and all
At first
felt like a risk
must have been
the fear of the unknown,
fear of the wild
maybe suppressed memories
of our runaway days
the real fear of the livestock,
even of the mooing cows
never sure if the feisty bulls
were to mow us down
yet, we stuck at it,
hips, knees, feet on ground
one in front of the other
pushed past our fears
always moving forward
now people recognise us
knowing we’re not to be feared
coming unstuck from
the cultural inertia
imposed by city life drear
My childhood nostalgia awoken
I remember drew me closer
as I got older, blood flowing
fresh air stimulating good vibrations
even when walking alone,
on my own disconnecting
whilst reconnecting to the land
awakened my intuition
healing sights and sounds
one of the few things
I truly trust
for I refuse to be
like a tree without roots
Nature’s my solace
when my spirits are low
or have been indoors to long
my remedy, my pickup, my home
walking comes natural to me
love
the detoxing air in my lungs
freshen up my mind
body and soul revitalise
all the remedies nature provide
is all that I and we need
I believe,
bring me the turmeric and chamomile
pour me a cuppa and watch
the tension subside
like a spaced out herbalist
as natural as you like
Bristolians, you and me,
we blessed
we have so many green spaces
and woodlands around
come see me and my sisters
and we’ll show you about
lead the way or follow
it’s all the same
the more the merrier
on any given day
watch out!
you’ll see us stepping,
in every possible way
positive energetic vibrations
in nature, embrace the healing
let’s learn, share and keep each other safe
I’m a Stepping Sister and Sonia
is my name
Stepping Sisters
this is my life
natures our carer
stirring up happiness inside
walking cause it matters
walking in these green spaces
for it’s my right
walking past all these strangers
strangely, never seen a face
hued like mine
like nature belonged to
the rich and white farmers, only
never a hue like mine
a change was needed so I
invited my Nubian Queens out
now we face down the stares
from the classes to right, middle
and left, together
in nature
we calm, strong and proud
I’ve been a walker
since a child, taught me
just a little courage has us
walking past our fears
of belonging even
when the chips are down
we’ve been walking
and walking and walking
walking before there were cars
walking for our freedom
walking for our lives
walking for equality
walking for justice,
walking for our liberty
walking through all of time
fighting the MAN, fighting the system
written by //Kabbo Hue Qua
Read more about the Park Lives project and listen to the podcasts here.