Working double shifts, sometimes through the clock.
No weekend,no Sunday, no holiday, birthday
No Christmas day, and no new year!
Because its all work, work and work!
Its normal to have lunch on the steering wheel.
The same applies to breakfast and dinner.
The vehicle is the house.
That is life in the diaspora.
Always on the go!
Keeping western union and the government in business.
Not counting the money for phone cards.
Sacrificing many luxuries that our peers enjoy.
Even church is a luxury we cannot afford.
Scheduling a physical check up appointment is too much.
We live by faith and prayer.
That there will be no evil force to derail the plan.
Investing at home and build houses
Educating our brothers, sisters and cousins.
Helping bury our loved ones within our extended families
Struggling to support our ageing parents .
In a country there is neither medicare or social security benefits
The burdens at home are too hard to bear.
So we care less about ourselves.
Suitcases are always fully packed and loaded
Hoping that next Christmas one will be at home like everybody else
Relaxing in my mother's kitchen.
Enjoying the fruits of my hard labour, and sharing a laughter
Qghwe qghwe qghwe. He he hu wi!
Isn't this how life should be after all!
Occasionally dreams allow me to take quick travel
To see my relatives and friends in full color
One that needs to ravel document or visa
Its all about living in hope and prayer.
Hope that all will go as we planned.
Since they say "hope is the mainstay"
And surely hope does not kill.
Without warning, fatigues and silent killer strikes.
Exhausted, we aging and collapse!
Our bodies cannot take it anymore.
Forget about those big houses.
Forget about supporting the family.
Never mind those big visions!
Suddenly we need that care we provide.
And that money we wired every week.
Suddenly its me, myself and I.
