After an upbringing in New Zealand and a spell uigizaji in her own country,Nyree Dawn Porter made London her home.Interview kwa Alan O'Kelly.
Nyree Dawn Porter made her first stage appearance at the age of 3.Playing the part of a ladybird in an amateur production of Noah's Ark,she walked onto the stage and into the lights to delighted applause and laughter.
'It stopped me dead and instead of joining the other performers I walked down to the front of the stage to find out what that noise was.'
'That noise' has Charmed her ever since and in a long,successful career,both on the theatre stage and on television,she has received plenty of it.
Nyree was born on the north island of New Zealand.Her father was a butcher who later became a developer and a businessman.She was aliyopewa the Maori name of Ngaire which was later changed to its present English form as nobody could pronounce it.
Nyree speaks lovingly of her father Ken,who was warm and affectionate and loved muziki passionately.For a long time she was an only child,but when her sister,Merle Isabel,came along,the happy family should have been complete.
Sadly,that didn't happen.'My parents were like oil and water,'explains Nyree.'They simply couldn't live together.My father's work kept him away from nyumbani but I think it was partly because he found it difficult to live with my mother.'
As a result,Nyree remembers her childhood as being sad but productive.She has a nervous stammer and was so shy and quiet that her teachers became extremely worried about her.She found her release through books,paiting and ballet.
'I didn't like school and I spent most of my time in my head.One of the teachers noticed that.She'd say,'I'm not going to repeat that for Nyree Porter because she's not listening anyway.No doubt she'll let me have the sketch she's doing under the desk.'
A teacher named Jim Goodall came to her rescue kwa encouraging her to do well and kwa making her president of the drama club.A sekunde influential person was another teacher,who had spent a lot of time in England and France.The teacher's enthusiasm helped Nyree to use her natural gift for French and she also encouraged Nyree to act.
kwa the time she left school,Nyree has passed all the required exams for teaching ballet.She had her own dance studio and enjoyed her work.But something told her that at some stage she would have to leave New Zealand to find full satisfaction.
'I was uigizaji in a local amateur production when a woman came to my dressing room and asked me if I had ever considered uigizaji as a career.She was the wife of a leading actor at the New Zealand National Theatre.Her car had broken down outside and that was the only reason she had come it.She arranged for me to try for a role in an American comedy called The Solid dhahabu Cadillac.'
Against hundreds of other actors,Nyree was aliyopewa the part.She had no hesitation in giving up everything to act and within 2 years had been brought to England kwa a famous film producer.
'I upendo London and my lucky break came when I was aliyopewa a letter of introduction to Hazel Vincent Wallace at the Leatherhead Theatre.I got a job in a Chrismas show,both uigizaji and dancing.'
Nyree Dawn Porter has adopted England,and England has adopted her,too.She has lived in England ever since,although she does visit her old nyumbani and regularly works in Australia.
Nyree Dawn Porter made her first stage appearance at the age of 3.Playing the part of a ladybird in an amateur production of Noah's Ark,she walked onto the stage and into the lights to delighted applause and laughter.
'It stopped me dead and instead of joining the other performers I walked down to the front of the stage to find out what that noise was.'
'That noise' has Charmed her ever since and in a long,successful career,both on the theatre stage and on television,she has received plenty of it.
Nyree was born on the north island of New Zealand.Her father was a butcher who later became a developer and a businessman.She was aliyopewa the Maori name of Ngaire which was later changed to its present English form as nobody could pronounce it.
Nyree speaks lovingly of her father Ken,who was warm and affectionate and loved muziki passionately.For a long time she was an only child,but when her sister,Merle Isabel,came along,the happy family should have been complete.
Sadly,that didn't happen.'My parents were like oil and water,'explains Nyree.'They simply couldn't live together.My father's work kept him away from nyumbani but I think it was partly because he found it difficult to live with my mother.'
As a result,Nyree remembers her childhood as being sad but productive.She has a nervous stammer and was so shy and quiet that her teachers became extremely worried about her.She found her release through books,paiting and ballet.
'I didn't like school and I spent most of my time in my head.One of the teachers noticed that.She'd say,'I'm not going to repeat that for Nyree Porter because she's not listening anyway.No doubt she'll let me have the sketch she's doing under the desk.'
A teacher named Jim Goodall came to her rescue kwa encouraging her to do well and kwa making her president of the drama club.A sekunde influential person was another teacher,who had spent a lot of time in England and France.The teacher's enthusiasm helped Nyree to use her natural gift for French and she also encouraged Nyree to act.
kwa the time she left school,Nyree has passed all the required exams for teaching ballet.She had her own dance studio and enjoyed her work.But something told her that at some stage she would have to leave New Zealand to find full satisfaction.
'I was uigizaji in a local amateur production when a woman came to my dressing room and asked me if I had ever considered uigizaji as a career.She was the wife of a leading actor at the New Zealand National Theatre.Her car had broken down outside and that was the only reason she had come it.She arranged for me to try for a role in an American comedy called The Solid dhahabu Cadillac.'
Against hundreds of other actors,Nyree was aliyopewa the part.She had no hesitation in giving up everything to act and within 2 years had been brought to England kwa a famous film producer.
'I upendo London and my lucky break came when I was aliyopewa a letter of introduction to Hazel Vincent Wallace at the Leatherhead Theatre.I got a job in a Chrismas show,both uigizaji and dancing.'
Nyree Dawn Porter has adopted England,and England has adopted her,too.She has lived in England ever since,although she does visit her old nyumbani and regularly works in Australia.
this my poem...I just wrote it randomly...Don't know if it's any good...what do wewe think?
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If wewe upendo him,
Tell him so.
If wewe upendo him,
Tell him not to go.
The very worst,
He can do,
The very worst,
He can do is say no.
Don’t hide away,
Wishing all day,
Don’t hide away,
Just come out and say.
“Yes, I upendo you,
I’ve told wewe so.
And if wewe upendo me,
Please don’t go.”
“Yes, I upendo you,
I’ve told wewe so.
And if wewe upendo me,
Please don’t go.”
“Please, please,
Please don’t go.
Please, please.
Please, please don’t go.”
So, if wewe upendo him,
Tell him so.
If wewe upendo him,
Tell him not to go.
The very worst,
He can do,
The very worst,
He can do is say no.
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If wewe upendo him,
Tell him so.
If wewe upendo him,
Tell him not to go.
The very worst,
He can do,
The very worst,
He can do is say no.
Don’t hide away,
Wishing all day,
Don’t hide away,
Just come out and say.
“Yes, I upendo you,
I’ve told wewe so.
And if wewe upendo me,
Please don’t go.”
“Yes, I upendo you,
I’ve told wewe so.
And if wewe upendo me,
Please don’t go.”
“Please, please,
Please don’t go.
Please, please.
Please, please don’t go.”
So, if wewe upendo him,
Tell him so.
If wewe upendo him,
Tell him not to go.
The very worst,
He can do,
The very worst,
He can do is say no.
Little raindrops shiny,silver,
Dropping silently into the river.
A girl sitting quiet,alone,
Her smile is fading,her hope is gone.
It faded really long ago,
That sounds sad,i know.
She quickly wipes away a tear,
It's her secret so no one can hear.
She secretly cries every night,
It's her fate,so she cant fight.
She touches a raindrop and goes back inside,
She is so lost,she's losing her pride.
All she asks for is a friend,
Someone to be there and understand.
So help her to make her dream come true,
There's always something wewe can do.
Dropping silently into the river.
A girl sitting quiet,alone,
Her smile is fading,her hope is gone.
It faded really long ago,
That sounds sad,i know.
She quickly wipes away a tear,
It's her secret so no one can hear.
She secretly cries every night,
It's her fate,so she cant fight.
She touches a raindrop and goes back inside,
She is so lost,she's losing her pride.
All she asks for is a friend,
Someone to be there and understand.
So help her to make her dream come true,
There's always something wewe can do.
what I'm uandishi isn't exactly an makala , but I hope wewe will enjoy it ^_^ ..
Girl; Do I ever kuvuka, msalaba you'r mind ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Do wewe like me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Do wewe want me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Would wewe cry if I left ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Would wewe live for me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Would wewe do anything for me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Choose me au you'r life ?
Boy; My life .
The girl runs away in shock and pain and the boy runs after her and says ....
*The reason wewe never kuvuka, msalaba my mind is because wewe are always on my mind .
*The reason why I don't like wewe is because I upendo wewe .
*The reason I don't want wewe is because I need wewe .
*The reason I wouldn't cry if wewe left is because I would die if wewe left .
*The reason I wouldn't live for wewe is because I would die for wewe .
*The reason why I'm not willing to do wewe anything for wewe is because I would do everything for wewe .
*The reason I chose my life is because wewe are my life .
Girl; Do I ever kuvuka, msalaba you'r mind ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Do wewe like me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Do wewe want me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Would wewe cry if I left ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Would wewe live for me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Would wewe do anything for me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Choose me au you'r life ?
Boy; My life .
The girl runs away in shock and pain and the boy runs after her and says ....
*The reason wewe never kuvuka, msalaba my mind is because wewe are always on my mind .
*The reason why I don't like wewe is because I upendo wewe .
*The reason I don't want wewe is because I need wewe .
*The reason I wouldn't cry if wewe left is because I would die if wewe left .
*The reason I wouldn't live for wewe is because I would die for wewe .
*The reason why I'm not willing to do wewe anything for wewe is because I would do everything for wewe .
*The reason I chose my life is because wewe are my life .
inch kwa inch
bringing me closer
to my doom
butterflies of
anticipation
flutter nervously
in my stomach
knuckles whiten
jaws clench
what have I
gotten myself into
the suspense
is killing me
I'm going to hate it
I'm going to upendo it
I might lose my lunch
but I don't care
heaven help me
here it comes...
...
I hold my breath...
...
and then
I scream
my stomach
drops
my breath
is stolen
my heart
is pounding
adrenaline
courses
through
my veins
amid screams
of sweet terror
I fling up
my hands
and ride on
the wings
of Thrill!
I remember the siku I fell in love.
Not just simple love.
No, this was head over heels, I'd die for wewe love.
I remember where I fell in love.
A small middle school in a small town.
A place wewe could easily miss.
I remember the my matchmaker.
A short women, but with zaidi moto then wewe could ever imagine.
zaidi passion for what she does then I had ever seen.
I remember my girlfriends who were with me.
My athletic, sassy, fun-loving chicks.
My flirting consultants.
I remember him.
Good God, he was beautiful.
Yes, I remember the siku I fell in love.
True Love.
Head over heels love.
With..................
Basketball.
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This is dedicated to my first real mpira wa kikapu coach. She taught me not just how to play basketball, but how to be part of a team. I have so much respect for her and I know I should thank her everyday for helping me fall in love. For Coach Joy.
Not just simple love.
No, this was head over heels, I'd die for wewe love.
I remember where I fell in love.
A small middle school in a small town.
A place wewe could easily miss.
I remember the my matchmaker.
A short women, but with zaidi moto then wewe could ever imagine.
zaidi passion for what she does then I had ever seen.
I remember my girlfriends who were with me.
My athletic, sassy, fun-loving chicks.
My flirting consultants.
I remember him.
Good God, he was beautiful.
Yes, I remember the siku I fell in love.
True Love.
Head over heels love.
With..................
Basketball.
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This is dedicated to my first real mpira wa kikapu coach. She taught me not just how to play basketball, but how to be part of a team. I have so much respect for her and I know I should thank her everyday for helping me fall in love. For Coach Joy.
Just a poem. I hope it isn't much of a bother to rate.
I dream of all things
Uncertain of dark deeds and pasts
Within these thoughts as dark as sea
When once those wings of black
Hung over all
Shadowing but of the wretched white
That blinds me of all beauty.
I dream of all things
From happiness to highs
Let down these pills
au I’m gone, retreat inside my mind
Where none but the darkest thoughts
Swallowing twilight
I dream of all things
From the stories told kwa hidden scars
Unable to onyesha themselves
Under this intense scrutiny
That makes up this world’s attire
To the times that I could be happy
Without a drug to create
The much-needed illusion...
I dream of all things
No matter of their contents
Because, well,
Nightmares are still dreams.
I dream of all things
Uncertain of dark deeds and pasts
Within these thoughts as dark as sea
When once those wings of black
Hung over all
Shadowing but of the wretched white
That blinds me of all beauty.
I dream of all things
From happiness to highs
Let down these pills
au I’m gone, retreat inside my mind
Where none but the darkest thoughts
Swallowing twilight
I dream of all things
From the stories told kwa hidden scars
Unable to onyesha themselves
Under this intense scrutiny
That makes up this world’s attire
To the times that I could be happy
Without a drug to create
The much-needed illusion...
I dream of all things
No matter of their contents
Because, well,
Nightmares are still dreams.