You come up from the hall track. Late afternoon, chairs still warm on one side from the sun. Underfoot, swept boards, and dust turning slowly in the light.

Speaking

A circle of chairs, not a stage

A pencil sketch of empty wooden chairs arranged in a circle beneath a broad indigenous tree
S011 · Chairs beneath the tree, before the gathering

Yaya Nyari speaks a few times a year, when the subject is one she can treat with care and the room is willing to sit with it.

Every talk is written for the people who will be in the room. Nothing is repeated from the last one.

“A room listens better when nobody is being sold anything.”

A note kept beside the lectern

Subjects

Memory as heritage

Why a family's record disappears in a single generation, and what preserving it asks of us.

Leadership that mostly holds

Drawn from children's services and from Mun’ando.

Families First in practice

Honest accounts of keeping families together, and of the times it was not safe to.

The calling to authorship

A reading, and a conversation about answering an obligation late.

Forms the work can take

Readings

An hour, with time afterwards for questions that arrive slowly.

Lectures

For practitioners, students, and rooms that arrive after a long working day.

Conversations

In-person or recorded, with one host rather than a panel of six.

Workshops

Small groups, writing memory without exposing anyone.

“What people remember afterwards is rarely the argument. It is being taken seriously.”

Noted after a reading

Speaking notes

Selected notes and readings are kept in the Reading Room, so a talk does not disappear once the chairs are stacked. What was said in one room in one evening becomes something a stranger can read in ten years’ time.

Pencil and watercolour drawing of a village hall seen from the side: rows of plain wooden chairs, a small table at the front holding an open book and a glass of water, afternoon light through high windows, a few indistinct figures seated far back
P012 · The hall before the reading — chairs set, faces left indistinct

Invitations may also be written directly to speaking@yayanyari.com.

He lies under the last empty chair until the room is quiet
Seed head, gathered from the top field
Picked up on the way to the hall

The path continues