Diasporic Encounters! This Event Is An Ongoing Connection Or Participation With The Old World!
However, no one in the new world can fully understand this connection. In this way, a diaspora is lost (and never found).
I am declaring my status in Canada- I am a sojourner in a colonial country, with its dark history hovering over my head day and night. As I try to make sense of this reality, I also have homebound sufferings to my shoulder too. Navigation has indeed become a lot. Thus: I penned this one…do with it as you may.…
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There are twenty-four hours in a day,
Right,
However, for the diaspora, the time zone does not matter,
We magically travel through time and space,
You see,
We may be uprooted and physically away,
Yet,
Our essence is related to the compounds of our ancestors,
It is as though our forefathers have us linked to their navels,
Trust me,
We always look backwards,
Even ashamedly,
Or,
Proudly,
Or even confused,
Nonetheless,
We are our ancestor’s continuations,
We are embodied in ways that invite the dreaded questions on “originality,”
Such that,
Far away as we may be from it all,
It looks like we are some secret espionages,
Some agents,
Doing the job of those that walked before our lifetimes,
We are assuming spaces and forcing ourselves and others to ask,
We are here for a job,
It is a task chosen for us by the late,
By the elders,
They are resting,
Yet,
Through us,
They are wide awake and seeking justice…..
One minute dedicated to the suffering of the world. May the hand of compassion protect you and show you your pasture.






