We sleep in our dream, Our face is dry, The pillow is wet, And we wake up. The dreams are soundless, We don’t see pictures, Our legs are...

My tribe is my life. I tend the fires and I fish. I have a black wood canoe, Nawi. I use my bait and catch the Wa-lu-mai, the snapper....

I am the clown. By the time I was 10 years old I was a sort of ‘face of the young communists’ because I had been a radio and TV presenter...