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