A Post-colonial Reconstruction of Diaspora
Chapter Three: To remember myself
I watch herEvery movementI watch herEvery gestureI watch her
Representing the body
I watch her, my MotherShe sits in the chair with a homemade fan that gently sways from side to side it is one of those hot daysI watch her,Covering every movement, her feet lie resting softly on the floorPartially covered by the shoes I can see her small toe uncovered exposed the small nail is black it has discoloured in the miles she has walked in no-sole shoes. She adjusts the top layer of the shoe to cover her toes this is difficult I know this is difficult as I have done the same time and time again wearing no sole shoes makes it difficult.
It is one of those hot daysI feel the shame flooding over me.I feel her shame cutting like a knife.
Shame is not soft
Who said you get used to it you don’t you never get used to it only those who have not lived it may say so here you are shame you become shame. A shiver runs through my body. ← 97 | 98 →
It is one of those hot days.
My shoes have holes small ones big ones, ones that I think don’t matter others that I believe other eyes can see not mine, but other prying eyes.
The street heat burns the same circles on my body on the soles of my feet, like...
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