Which kind of TCK were you? Were you one that sunk yourself into every culture that you lived in. Or, like me, did you see the sojourn in your host culture as a mere interruption in real life?
This post is about regrets that come when I realised my Nigerian sojourn was, and is, an intrinsic part of my life.
Memories, you say? Well, I have plenty. But they are mixed up and out of focus.
Besides, they aren’t all for public viewing. Like the one of the verandah bordered by leafy trees where the teachers used to gossip. This was the scene of a childhood misdemeanor, and one of the few times my father punished [...]
How reliable are memories?
Africa
empty sky
dun earth
plain dwellings
few chairs
broken cars
hot sun
dusty cities
picked pockets
Africa
timeless space
rolling plains
shining faces
cheerful voices
jewel clothes
open arms
fragrant stew
fading memories
© 2008 S D Haydon
Acknowledgment is made of the assistance received as an Adelaide Centre for the Arts TAFE SA student in developing this poem.
