Showing posts with label statelessness. Show all posts
Showing posts with label statelessness. Show all posts

Tuesday, December 8, 2020

Asylum

Nosizi is the first stateless Shona woman to go to university.
The Shona community have lived in Kenya
for three genetraions yet remain stateless.
Photo Courtesy: UNHCR


Have you ever had

To turn your back

On your home never ever have to look back

Until the distance between you two was far back

And the only memories of home you have

Was all dark and way back

Cause your misery was stark

Strung by the fact of your lack

And your mind is racked

The insanity is stacked

Like diamonds on Liberace packed

Up in his suite guarded by his pack

Have you ever had

To wake up in the dark

And reminisce about the past

You lost while your future's in the dark

Have you ever turned your back

Just to get whacked

Upside your head by a backstab

Ain't nobody there watching your back

No buddy wants to lend a hand

All they want to do is hack

You down to the hot slab

Man, you're stateless n' that's a fact

Tho they know you can't go back

Still they demand you depart

Have you ever had to part

With the sum of your parts

To trade it all for a harsh,

Undeserving, unwelcoming trash.

Hypocrites with snouts that bark

Who give you a runaround but cut no slack

Behind you you can still hear guns Klick-Klack

So you're stuck cause you can't go back.


Akpan


Monday, December 7, 2020

I Belong

Photo Courtesy: UNHCR
For all the beautiful people in those countries
working tirelessly to end statelessness.
On behalf of all refugees,
You're always welcome in all of our hearts.
Thank you!


Who did I tell

When ghosts of yesterday rang my bell? 

Who raised me up from hell?

Who broke me from my shell?

Who stripped me clean of the past

That hugged my bones like second skin?

Who ripped to shreds my robe of rags

And made me their very own next of kin?

Who but you wrapped me in your warmth?

When you made me believe that even I belong.


Akpan


Wednesday, December 2, 2020

Kitsa G.

The homely Greek lady who sheltered kids from
war-torn Syria in her home. The children fondly
call her, Kitsa Granny.
Photo Courtesy: UNHCR video

Can I call you Kitsa Granny?

Would I be a bother

If I wet your shoulder

With tears that make me shudder?


Will you push me until I swing high

And catch hope as it flutters like a butterfly?

Ring up war and say, 'Eat your shame!'

There's no home bests Kitsa Granny's embrace.


We have reasons to call you Granny

You're family we never knew we had

Blood that mended these broken shards

You've made us the sum of the part.


Akpan


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