by Tom Mukasa
To leave home,
old friends,
with nothing,
but tales,
hope,
desire,
desperation,
fed,
into the ears,
somatized,
every breathe,
every step,
every dose,
of sleep,
tinged,
with arrival,
to USA,
a friend,
aunt,
uncle,
friend of,
a friend,
father,
mother,
were told,
it becoming,
a communal task,
to get,
the daughter,
or son,
to USA,
a street cabby-hole,
housing a trafficker,
is the first stop,
promises are made,
money,
a lot,
is exchanged,
the next day,
the cabby-hole,
and the trafficker,
disappear,
but still,
the hope,
desire,
to come,
to USA,
remains,
one,
two,
years,
pass,
revived plans,
goats and lamb,
chicken and cow,
entire estates,
are sold,
and still to USA,
they get.
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Tom Mukasa is a recipient of the Anne Frank Human Rights Award. He lives in San Francisco, California USA, enjoys country-walks, volunteers with social development organizations. He has a passion for working in the laboratory and with teams working towards the cure of HIV. He is the co-founder of the Global Social Justice Action Against Xenophobia (JAXp). He is a blogger but also finds time to write poem-stories using the traditional Buganda style rendered in English. Many more of his poems are on: ugandabeinsanfrancisco.blogspot.com. Enjoy reading them but do not forget to share a remark as well as following him. Thank you, you are lovely!
Last updated July 14, 2015