By: RASHIDA NAMULONDO
When you find home
Tell her I have waited for her
In between linen sheets
Four blankets over my head
But the cold still slips through.
Tell her I have been waiting
On the streets staring through strangers’ eyes
Street babies unattended to, staring right back at me
Looking for her in my eyes.
A taxi conductor
Shouting out his lungs.
Mama Ogende!
Still I stood out in the coldness,
Waiting.
When you see home
Whisper to her
I have been waiting
In between cuddles of very fine men
Chests became pillows
Sipping on lips for breakfast.
They tried to wait with me
Caressing the cold out of me
Till I grew cold again.
Tell her I have been waiting
In coffee shops
On dancing floors
Filling the room with my laughter
A ripple of gold and sunshine
I have been waiting
At parties
At the beach
With the breeze
Dancing to my heart beat.
I have been waiting
With face book friends
Sharing our Instagram photos
Pictures of new borns
Haunting my subconscious
When you see home
Whisper to her
Tell her
She lied.
