TEDxHeaton – Save the Date

We’re excited to announce that Bradford will be hosting its very own TEDx event — TEDxHeaton.

 Saturday 20th June 2026

 10:00am – 4:00pm

 Bradford Grammar School

This will be a powerful day of ideas, inspiration, and thought-provoking talks, bringing together visionaries, storytellers and changemakers from Bradford and beyond.
Expect big ideas, meaningful conversations, and voices that challenge, inspire and spark new possibilities.
For now, please save the date — tickets and full event details will be released soon.

If you would like to volunteer or be involved in helping bring TEDxHeaton to life, please email:

tedxheaton@gmail.com

Contact Inayah Sher on 07969357670

We’re proud to bring the TEDx spirit of “Ideas Worth Spreading” to Heaton and Bradford.

 More updates coming soon. Stay tuned. 

Vortex of delusions  

Light, dark, and colour

Strength, weakness, power 

What do they pursue? 

People are byproducts

Tools to be used!

Chaos and Confusion

A maelstrom of delusion  

The higher they climb,

The darker they rot in time.

Ordinary masses bleed

Children’s innocence, the cost we heed.

Who decides, 

Whose lives matter more? 

Greed, gluttony, lurking below,

Or is it darker still? 

Satanic, Devilish,

Desires that feast on will.

We have been waiting for this harvest ,

Long before the morning had opened its eyes, 

New riddles breathing through the palace of golden doors , 

Embraced by the  customs of a new celebration 

We have  been waiting for this moment since the crack of dawn,

Before new stories began to unfold 

Raw seasons dancing to the music of our past

More reasons to live and discover new paths 

We are living through the testimony of a new celebration, 

And your global footprints which have touched new lives ,

For today is the day to bring out the glasses 

A new party feeling , that is warm and loud 

Lots of love

Tony.  Fernandez – 1st Son

You should have led

If you had played your role and led,

I wouldn’t be the one winning bread. 

You wear thobes, bow in prayer,

But faith is action, not words in air. 

It’s character.

It’s duty.

It’s what you live. 

Prayers at the mosque, yet still you’re lost;

Prestige takes hold, accountability comes at cost. 

No care for your legacy,

Oh, what a tragedy. 

Your logic defies faith,

Yet you hide behind its grace. 

To be a man is to lead,

A gardener, planting seed.

How can you expect a woman to win bread,

Then feel foiled when she rises ahead?

Working together for fairer care at the end of life for ethnic minority communities

Attention: Bradford African-Caribbean community

What are we trying to do?

We are doing a research study to develop ways to tackle unfairness such as racism in the care provided at the end of life faced by ethnic minority communities.

Who are we looking for?

We are looking for people who have experience of supporting someone at the end of life, live in, and are from the Bradford African-Caribbean communities and have an interest in addressing unfairness at the end of life.

What does it involve?

You can take part in a series of four, relaxed and friendly workshops with other members of your community. We will talk about what and who matters most at the end of life, experiences of unfair treatment and how to improve things.

You will be paid £20 per hour for attending the workshops. Travel costs will be covered up to £10 per visit each way.

Where will the workshops take place?

Mary Seacole Court

89 Park Road

Bradford

BD5 0SW

Dates

2nd March – Workshop 2

9th March – Workshop 3

23rd March – Workshop 4

Time: 11.00-1.00pm

Please contact:

• Sandra Brown, Email:sandra@blackhealthforum.org.uk

Phone: 07949869497

• Jamilla Hussain

Email: jamilla.hussain@bthft.nhs.uk

• Zuneera Khurshid

Email: zuneera.khurshid@bthft.nhs.uk

Working together for fairer care at the end of life for ethnic minority communities

Attention: Bradford African-Caribbean community

What are we trying to do?

We are doing a research study to develop ways to tackle unfairness such as racism in the care provided at the end of life faced by ethnic minority communities.

Who are we looking for?

We are looking for people who have experience of supporting someone at the end of life, live in, and are from the Bradford African-Caribbean communities and have an interest in addressing unfairness at the end of life.

What does it involve?

You can take part in a series of four, relaxed and friendly workshops with other members of your community. We will talk about what and who matters most at the end of life, experiences of unfair treatment and how to improve things.

You will be paid £20 per hour for attending the workshops. Travel costs will be covered up to £10 per visit each way.

Where will the workshops take place?

Mary Seacole Court

89 Park Road

Bradford

BD5 0SW

Dates

2nd March – Workshop 2

9th March – Workshop 3

23rd March – Workshop 4

Time: 11.00-1.00pm

Please contact:

• Sandra Brown, Email:sandra@blackhealthforum.org.uk

Phone: 07949869497

• Jamilla Hussain

Email: jamilla.hussain@bthft.nhs.uk

• Zuneera Khurshid

Email: zuneera.khurshid@bthft.nhs.uk

Recalibria 

Like a snake, shedding skin

One slithered, another kin 

Malware of Malice,

Silent and callous 

Windows eleven-

Yet they linger on one

Venom’s victory? 

Now undone. 

Anatomy dissected; 

Firewalls updated.

Milking toxins for sanity;

Debugging, away from vanity. 

What if remnants remain?

Deep within the software. 

Pain resurfaces, 

Yet I still repair

So, I tighten the Gateways

Upgrade them to The Most High

Life is a test, 

Work in progress  

I pray all systems heal 

Including snakes,

Shining Light, where darkness dwells

For many lives are at stake.

Ms. Njaimeh Mboge

Poet, Advocate, Coach, Co/Founder of Sickle Cell Association of The Gambia, Founder of SOuL JustBe, Sickle Cell Lifestyle magazine and Founder of Epilepsy for Black Africans and other Minoritized Ethics (E4BAME).

Njaimeh is a Gambian born in NewCastle, United Kingdom. The first child of the Late Chief Salifu Lamin Bora Mboge of Naimina Dankuku, The Gambia, she was taken back home at two months old to learn the ways of her people. 

In 2019, she would find herself with her first child having been married for over 6 years by then. 

Being born in the UK and visiting multiple times as her holiday home and her home for the duration of her Master in HRM in 2016/17, Ms. Mboge chose the UK as her safe haven for the delivery of her child, Latifa. 

Latifa was however born with extensive cerebral palsy and difficult to control epilepsy. She only lived to see her fifth birthday, leaving Njaimeh childless and medically stuck in the UK as Njaimeh lives with Sickle Cell Anaemia.

History Repeats Itself 

It is said history repeats itself 

But you must not have heard this when you came exploring 

Spurred by your curiosity for how can a whole people, a whole continent survive without paying you no attention 

No attention at all

Yet you considered yourself as the greatest, the mightiest that all must pay homage to 

In this way

This people, this continent is dark 

For there must be something so grand hidden within 

But too too grand that they can afford to be oblivious of your existence and your worth 

So you went, to seek and see what must be hidden 

And you saw 

You saw strength in men and women like no other 

And wealth, oh what wealth 

From the land, under it and above it 

And the sea, in it and round it 

But you also saw intelligence the use of appropriate technology in everything 

Everything, even things you are yet to discover 

So again you label the people, the continent as dark for it is yet to make sense 

And even when it began to make sense you still label it as less than and unfit for purpose 

Yet you replicate and enhance making it look a less like what it was and call it white 

For white is light you say 

But you took this dark people and forcibly too

To what should have been a light country all bright 

Ooh but what blight it was for these dark people 

For you saw in them free labour to build your nations 

Their strength now their curse 

And those not strong enough were left to die or thrown over board 

Others will be the ones to throw themselves because they preferred death to leaving their homes and going asunder 

The ones that finally make it to yours 

Will build your nations, with their blood, sweat and tears 

In their every waking moment and in their nightly terrors 

Once you felt their work was done 

You left them for death and closed your doors 

Doors barricaded up high with sharp broken glasses, razor wired and electric fences guarded by bull dogs with fangs like the reaper

Your homes are now too bright for the dark people 

Hmmm History Repeats itself, they say 

So now they come 

Asking for a piece 

But unlike you, they come in peace 

So don’t be scared 

They only come because you have left their homes barren 

And the grounds need to be watered and the gods appeased for their sons and daughters taken 

Some like the Kuntas with no permission and given a mission of misery, a life sentence of misery 

Do not be scared

They come in peace

Ready to work at will for every piece 

Just give them their dues and they will pay theirs too 

So even if now you hear history repeats itself 

It now provides opportunity to make right the wrong 

Some wrong too grave to mend 

But acknowledgement of wrong and remorse goes a long way in the hearts of those wronged

And yonder might hearts soften to forgive even if minds might never forget 

But alliances can be forged for a greater tomorrow for all 

For with all together as one the world is a better place for it 

For the generations after us and 

The ones yet unborn

To be better and do better 

For history repeats itself

and to live in peace Is to let live!

©️NjaayMbogeyourStoryTellingPoet

13/04/22

Rising Tenderly 

Speech and stillness pierce me like arrows 

In sorrow and in harrow

I retreated into a quiet hollow

Numbness, like under anaesthesia 

A faded fog, akin to amnesia 

Destroyed like shattered pieces of glass 

Fragile heart, fractured past

May the pieces be put together with precision; 

A flood of countless incisions 

Rising, rising, rising 

Phoenix has arisen 

Fragile no longer, yet tender 

Held by the Strong, I will never surrender!

FARHANA PANDOR