Development Grant

I can finally make it official!

FAITH Drama Productions is giving me a £500 Development Grant in support to the training & research I will be doing at the International School of Theatre of Jacques Lecoq in Paris!!!

« We believe it is important to invest in powerful artistes whose talents will make a strong impact on communities around them. »

– Gbemi Ikumelo


Thank you  so much for the support, recognition, encouragement and the belief you have in my work!!

I can’t wait to share my new knowledge & skills with the Faith Drama team / members in the very near future.  So so grateful.


My crowdfunding campaign is still ON.

20 days left for those who would like to contribute and make a difference:


New Podcast

Yes yes, you can now listen to my Podcast on Spotify, Anchor and Google Podcast!

I am sharing short snippets of TOP TIPS for dancers as well as lessons learned during this crazy life journey of creativity.


Listen now:




Enjoy the listening, and feel free to send me topics / questions you’d like to talk about!


PS: did you know one of my big dreams is to be a TV presenter?

Oprah Winfrey being an icon that has impacted me in many ways… I’ll start with a Podcast Radio for the now 😀



Smashing that glass ceiling into pieces

It makes me boil, boil to the bone
All my efforts were in vain – I wish I had known
It didn’t matter whether or not – artistically – I had grown
That glass ceiling wanted me away from the throne

Initially, I saw myself rise and rise and rise
During the ascension – I thought it was all lies
Women were flying high – as much as the guys
Little did I know it was sneering in the background – in disguise

Let me introduce you: The Glass Ceiling
Ladies and Gents: Gender Inequality
Drum rolls… OFF BEAT please!

It hit me hard, and by surprise.

– by Cindy Claes


It feels a little bit like…

Walking straight into a glass door.
Whether your nose is bleeding or your eye is bruised, nobody even noticed you missed the entrance.

It feels a little bit like…

Running with sweat and tears after a train who has already departed.
But your waving ain’t catching nobody’s attention.


The arts industry is poisoned by gender inequality.

Female choreographers / theatre directors are not receiving the same commissions, support and opportunities.

I don’t have all the answers on how to make a deep long lasting difference.

I can only share with you the way it made me feel:
Frustrated, sad, angry, helpless AND…


Lisa Nichols says:

“Some motivation will come wrapped in sandpaper.”


That which was initially rage, has fueled an un-negotiable hunger for growth.

I am making a radical life-changing decision:
studying at Jacques Lecoq in Paris for 1-2 years.

I am leaving everything behind.
Current network, reputation, gigs, home, friends, etc.
Scary? YES!


I am going to invest time and energy into become the best artist I can ever be.

I am gonna raise my game, learn a world-widely renown technique approaching theatre, comedy and dance in the most magnificent way.

This is the way I will contribute in smashing this glass ceiling into pieces.
With skills, by skills, and through skillful creations.
(Wait for it, when I am back…)

Opening the door, for the next generation of girls and women.
And making the flipping train WAIT for them before departing without them.



DONATE TOWARDS MY TUITION FEE to study at Jacques Lecoq:



Picture & necklace Wei Wang


The “dangers” of traveling alone as a female dancer…

Many have warned me, many have feared for me, many dissuaded me to even think or dream of going to places like Kingston, South Los Angeles, Niger…. AND……………..

What happened to me?? Absolutely nothing!!

I am a caucasian white female dancer.   I am in my early thirties but I look like an innocent teenager with dimples. I traveled to South Los Angles (Compton, Long Beach) and Kingston (Jamaica) by myself. I lived in Brixton (London) and East Harlem (NYC).   I have been dance backpacking for 15 years by myself. And…

What happened to me?? Absolutely nothing!!

(To tell you the truth, Belgium is my homeland, Brussels is the capital of Europe, yet it is the city I am the most afraid of. Perhaps I shouldn’t be saying this as I might dissuade women to travel there by themselves and make bad publicity for the belgian touristic industry… but it’s the absolute truth.  As a woman, I don’t feel comfortable walking by myself, in Brussels.)

Traveling as a solo female dancer requires to travel “responsibly”. In other words, be aware of “what is so” in certain countries, don’t take unnecessary risks, but don’t freak out either. In every big city in the world it is common sense not to walk home by yourself through dark and deserted streets wearing a mini-skirt at 4am in the morning, so… just take a taxi home then.

I have been welcomed in the Krump world and met my Krump family in L.A. in 2008 (my Krump name is Lady Fudd). The dancers in Compton and Long Beach have so much love to give. Despite the many strangers who suffer mental health problems in L.A. (Hollywood is the worst!), people never bothered me in public transport (I am a dance backpacker, I travel low budget, I don’t rent a car, not even in L.A.).  However, I met people and families who would pick up on the fact that I am foreign and start talking to me because they were intrigued and interested.  And as soon as you say you are a dancer, you will make friends anywhere in the world!  Always remember, artists are appreciated!  We inspire people through our art, but also through our lifestyle and our conversations!

The first time I travelled to Kingston, Christopher Dudus, a “drug lord” was wanted by the US and the military.  Shooting occurred in Tivoli Gardens (the city centre), and curfews were imposed in many parts of the city. The media blew up the events and had a feast showing images of violence and guns…  However, they forgot to tell the world everything went quiet and back to normal after 4 days of pressure imposed on the locals. The world forgot how much we are manipulated by the media and many people cancelled their flight to Jamaica that year (2010).  Except me, of course. No need to say that these events had a huge impact on the sector of the arts (less people came to the island to take classes and see events) and the touristic industry (people were scared).  All of this thanks to the media and the stereotypes the world likes to believe in.

Every online travel forum will tell you not to go alone to a Dancehall session in Jamaica, especially in Kingston.  Well… I freestyle, I battle, I dance… I met dancers and I was respected as such in the dance community.   I met incredible dancers in the Dancehall community, and I certainly never felt in danger in a Dancehall session.  Even though I love Dancehall and I find it an incredibly rich dance form, I made a choice not to dance with men, because I don’t feel comfortable doing so.   It’s a personal choice, I don’t “dagger”.  However, I think people have a lot of fun doing it, and I respect and appreciate their personal choices. Most of them know each other from the dance community and all are good friends.   They are just having fun.   I want to highlight there has never been a man who forced me to dance with him or “be daggered” against my will at any Dancehall session.   My choice has always been respected.

At 17, I travelled to Niger. A few days before my departure, President Barre got assassinated (1999).   I went anyway. No guerilla started, no war exploded out of the blue and the people were very calm.  When I moved to London in 2005, terrorist attacks hit the city a month after my arrival.   It has been a horrible event, and I certainly don’t want to deny the pain of the families who lost their loved ones in the incident.   My only reason to mention it is to encourage lonely female travelers to go for their dreams and to be unstoppable. We are taking risks while walking down our own street, so why would we feel unsafe elsewhere in the world?  Incidents can happen on our doorstep.  Most big cities are safe as long as you use… common sense!

People told me my gender, my innocent look, my complexion, my accent or my chosen destination would cause me trouble.   I have been dance backpacking for 15 years, and what happened to me?? Absolutely nothing!! Every trip made me grow as an artist and magic happened!!  Don’t listen to stereotypes, they only exist in the eyes of those who speak them out. If your purpose is calling you to go somewhere… follow your heart!

Are we women vulnerable when traveling on our own?  Perhaps.  I admit I do have a guardian angel looking after me.  Or maybe it is my positive karma, or the deity of Green Tara.  But so do you, if you believe so.

For all the female dancers out there… I wish you many safe and magical dance trips!


**PS: This picture was taken the first time I travelled to Kingston.  Christopher Dudus, a “drug lord” was wanted by the US and the military.  Curfews were imposed.  And regular checks happened in certain parts of the city as they were looking for “Dudus”.