World Poetry Cafe Proudly Presents Una Bruhns from South Africa & Canada!

 Ariadne wrote: Co-hosts Ariadne Sawyer and Vivian Davidson welcomed Una Bruhns and her husband to the World Poetry Café Radio Show on CFRO 100.5 FM, Tuesday May 28, 2013 for a lively and informative show of talent and humanitarian empowerment. To hear this fine show in English and Spanish plus, CLICK HERE!

Also on the show, an e-poem by Lini Grol, long time supporter of the World Poetry Café Radio show from Brampton, Ontario with her poem His Faith and Fate.

Don’t forget to read the Free World Poetry Peace E-Anthology! Click on the right!

Una  Bruhns: Born in Johannesburg, South Africa
Immigrated to Canada in 1969
Poet:
Published in … Just Hearts World Poetry Movement
Published  in …Poet’s and Painters Coffee Table  Book
Video Poem  .. Is Anybody There was featured at Kay Meek Centre-
West Vancouver on April 30^th, 2013.

Documentarian:

(1) An interview with Alderman John Braithwaite of North Vancouver, B.C
      DVD at North Vancouver Public Library
(2) Interview with George Richardson , who named most of the mountains,
     around the Northern Section of Lillooet Lake, B.C
    DVD  (Mountain Man) at LynnValley Archives
(3) Haiku (Sakura Award Winner 2008)

Creative Writer:

Taught Creative Writing at John Braithwaite Community Centre, N. Van.
(4) Published two Anthology’s .  Writings  by  twelve members of  the class.
(5) Standing member of Photography and Video Club West Vancouver

Living in the Moment.

Aissata  8 years  old going on 43
We  have long been abandoned
You see my sister, brother and me

Our skin as tough as leather, the color of ebony
There is no sun tan lotion or anti aging potion
Here in Bamato Mali

We are nomads we three
In the still of the night I hear my fathers screams
Resonating  from one ear drum to the other
As they cut off both of his arms to the elbows
For stealing food to feed his family…
Short sleeves they called it

We listen to the wailing of female genital mutilation
As we whimper and hide from the rebels
Who wait in the dark our bodies to ravage

I hold on tight to Mamas orange colored scarf
Reliving memories of happier times
When grass-hoppers chirped and  fires burned  bright

Papa humming… Mmm as Mama sang tulatula
Although their faces slowly fade her song lives on
Since then we have eaten those grass-hoppers
That once sang at dusk.

The sun rises the sun sets,
And tomorrow it will Rise once more
As we move on moment by moment
With grass-hoppers in our bellies a song in our hearts
TulaTula little babies don’t you cry Mama sings.

 Una Bruhns Copyright @2013