The highlight of Singing My Mother’s Song has been discovering lost family.
On Friday my new found second cousin Harri came to Bristol. I took her to one of my bestest Moroccan cafes and we started learning each other. This is our second time hanging out. The last was at my first ever reading from SMMS, and we spent most of it teary eyed and falling into one another. This time we spoke about the ocean and God, which are two of my favourite things to talk about AND hers too. Must be a family thing we agreed after hours swooning over crabs and prayer.
How incredible it is that the research for Singing My Mother’s Song has allowed us to find all these similarities between us, passed through generations, without us even knowing.
Next month, my mama and Harri’s Grandmother (my mama’s cousin) and the first person I found when researching for this project, are going to an exhibition together in Bath by an artist they both love.
And my heart is giddy and full of nothing but song.