The Bakhita Project

We Will Dance With Mountains - Let Us Make Sanctuary

T H E  B A K H I T A  P R O J E C T

This page is for participants of The Bakhita Project only.

Tuesday, 2 February
9-10:30 pm IST (your time zone here)
Zoom link:




Watch the recording here.
Jamboards to process Phase 1 (feel free to continue adding):
Jamboard 1
Jamboard 2
Jamboard 3
Jamboard Overflow

Read the words from Owólabi Aboyade William Copeland's sharing here.

PHASE 1 (30 November-30 December)

Find the members of your group here.


Watch the recording here.
View the PowerPoint slides here.

For support with the research aspect, feel free to reach out to the Research Mentor team. Find out more about their interests and their contact info here.

For some process-related questions, email (there are some we may be able to help with and others that are for you to figure out.) 

For emotional matters related to this project, continue to rely on our Care Team:



Group 9:
Miro board

Group 16:

Group 20:

Group 21:
Video Offering

Group 24:

Group 32:
Perception, rather than Intervention

An experiment in diffracting to look beyond space and time in the AfricaMuseum in Tervuren, near Brussels connected through portals to Barcelona, Berlin, Paris and Genoa.

Group 36:

Diaporama / Poem & Images

Group 37:

What if the key to rebuilding the slave ship is in the spaces in between?
The nonsensical communion with all that is akin to us
All that is

What if creativity gives us a way to communicate with the more-than-human, the ancestors, the microbiome, the birds, the wind in the trees, the intricate patterns underlying everything in the known?

What if the only way to truly rebuild/reenvisage/ride the flux wave, is to give the more-than-human a voice

It is not you or I that can magically alter reality, improve or quell injustice

Only through communion with the more-than-human can we rewrite the narrative in collaboration with the voices that have gone unheard for too long

What if the simple things, the food we gather, prepare and share, the bird song in proximity of our homes, the ancestors speaking through dappled light and ancient rhythms, is the sanctuary we yearn for. Hidden in plain sight - our lives can be overflowing with a reverence for life.

The grief rituals we know will ease our path, giving voice to the generations of displacement, oppression, violence and injustice for all living things, can materialise naturally, spurred on by a simple willingness to enter communion with the more-than-human. To be held by rich ancient threads which give us the strength to circumvent the cultural denial of the deep grief we feel for the thoughtless, greedy, decimation of life on this planet

Poem from Cris Mulvey:


For Bakhita

From the broken basket of the earth, I rise
roaring (Nothing you can ever do can own me).

Black wind over the tumultuous ocean, I come
writhing, oozing smells of Africa, refusing

burial. Out of dirt, old moss, tattered with seed,
I come, my queer resistance riding

through the marrow of your bones,
branding your skin.

Statue of chalk. Microbial goo. Star
-ash, sparked, and sparking

I am the shape of No, the alphabet
of Descent, the lost language of Never

Again, whistling through my ribs, twisting
my skull, shrill cries of the yet-to-be

calling out to you: Listen! I can never be
undone. And you, never whole,

without me.

From Annamarie Bayley:

 Audio version

From Emilio Mula:

"wood, mud,and bones"

From Cheryl Hsu:

Rebuilding the Slave Ship