A narrow winding road leads to the
gates of bureaucracy.
Gate keepers penetrate with
suspicious stares of denial, and
Radically profiled, not favored to
Stereotyped and denied access
to greater connections.
Dreams are delayed, relationships
denied and opportunities are
Third world problems: There is no
value for our humanity.
She paddles through a basin of
an immigration alphabet foamy
Swims across interrogations on
the government forms and a
series of interviews.
Roaming visa formalities like a
ghost, she hovers through the
tragedy of time and the daunting
face of reality.
Circling restrictions on pencil
drawn borders, she smudges laid
out conditions on her forehead.
Literally dictated, compromised
Cross- checked and examined
like a suspect, an African’s plight
is foretold and desire to travel
is deliberately delayed.
She bribes patience for the wait,
endures rejection, denial and
a cold shoulder for a price
to enter this heaven.
“A good African traveler is one who returns. One who leaves Europe or America quickly. The embassies love them. Good African doesn’t move.” Elnathan John.