I am here!Here, look here please
I just woke up,
the noise has been muffled by the falling snow
it is so quite all around me.
I now stand in front of the window
blowing air from my mouth making tiny
mist on the glass...
Nobody sees me
it is so white outside like a flood sugar that came from
my grandmother's sugar farm a long time
ago it seems now.
I should not have mention the word, we made an oath not
to say it. It, i mean the sugar, ever since we were forced
to move from our land. Grandmother's frail body could not
make it she died on the way... after a very long journey without a
destination... non had tested It, in many months
I have forgotten the smell and it has become foriegn to my tongue
I am alone now, our people are of plants
the god of the sea is hungry for our people. he swallows all
it only me now, can you see me, i am here watching you from inside
Am i invisible. I walk through the streets the are so many colours everyone is wrapped in so many colours, the buildings are wrapped with
colours they form mirage into my eyes, my shoulder hang down..
I am back at the window, everyone is busy on the
road outside they curry special plants of the sun god
Can not see me from here?..
should i scream for them to see me, to hear me,
to tell them about my grandmother and how
she made thousands loafs of bread for a whole village
at this time of the year, how the village would gather to
dance, to music, to share secrets of traditions now and before
To tell them how my people are of desert, of plants, how they danced
to great harvest, the olives, grapes, aubergines cotton, sesame, wheat, barley, lentils, chickpeas, sugar beets,
To tell them my people were not of the sea,
that my people were swallowed by the sea god
Maybe i should scream so loud for them to here me,
Hello i am here, can you see me, i here, here
see, look here, please look up here.. i am here.
© 2016 Anawana Haloba