Arrival.

And there it was

Doors open, and off this plane

A soft cooling breeze

Gliding across my skin.

Down my arm, the simplest touch just across my cheek

A slight whisper humming at the tips of my ears.

That warm afternoon sun, tingling with the scent

Of a fire burning into non-existence.

Humming sounds of my people gathering in

in the distance.

Africa soaking into my skin

As I walked down this flight of stairs.

The faint scent swept across the brim of my nose,

I am refreshed, and it is so tender, I remembered….

My youthful days playing outside the house in area 9

Or walking to the Portuguese from area 3

Or even Legends – a little too young,

But shooting snooker with ease.

Off the plane now, driving away into this welcoming horizon.

As we drive and drive towards my longing

The roads giving way to my familial belonging.

Deep breath.

I am home.

I have set my soles in

The Warm Heart of Africa.

Arrival