Bitter past

Yesterday I sat on the verandah A sunny day, carefree, Ready for a new day, safe behind the walls of the house my father build Today, I sit confined in strange walls, The stench of sweat permiates the room The booming voices of angry men, gunshots popping metres from me My heart beats so fast,…

Passports.

We sat looking at mum holding the yellow envelope. It had been three years with all those applications. Denied The next year. Denied. Then three months ago the call had come. Rigorous paper work. Questions. Patience. The seal broke. Piercing the tension in the room. She tucked her hand inside and we watched her eyes…