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  • I was forced out of my home
    Obligated to wander, I slept under many moons
    Saw countless sunrises and sunsets
    There was nothing romantic or breathtaking about the natural wonders I accounted
    But they aspired fear and despair.

    "How would I cross this mighty river?" I asked myself standing Chin deep into the Congo river
    "How would I reach that mountain on the other side of this swamped valley?"

    I was offered a one way ticket for a trip without a destination.

    "What was I returning to anyway?"
    "To a new flag and a new national anthem?"

    All my childhood memories were incinerated into the flames of war.


    I picked up 4 or 5 languages along the way
    I acquired multiple skills that help me cope with the change and impracticability of life

    The truth is that I never left the refugee camp,
    only my shadow did.

    I languish to find my home and love ones
    those I relate and connect to heart to heart.

    If you haven't met me yet
    I am the Janitor in your building
    The housekeeping lady in your hotel
    I am the over qualified doctor who became a cab-driver

    Next time you see me, please acknowledge my presence

    Happy World Refugee Day
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