5 Seek home / homesick
Tsigereda Getachew Eshete
I went to a place where they knew my name
When they called me
It sounded like home
They pronounced all my syllables correctly
They said you and I knew they meant ME
They said hello (ሰላም/salam)
And imparted their peace with me
They smiled with no fear in their eyes
Their gaze reflected the bounty of their essence
Their benevolence matched with defiance
And I knew I’ve found my way home.
I found my lost self on the sidelines of a foreign city
Along the dirt roads in the journey outside of me
I can almost define me by what you’re not
It’s in the fortitude of our broken ship
And the bliss of our dark humor
The dark edges of our luminous truth
The myth – that is our history
Our identity is a legend to you
You cannot fathom that I be the origin
And maybe, you are derived from me
In an alternate version of reality
I went to a place where they spoke my truth
You cannot understand it
And that is why I miss home,
Seek home.
The text of this chapter was written by Tsigereda Getachew Eshete and initially published in Uplifting Blackness: A Showcase of Art by Western’s Black Student Community. It is licensed and reproduced under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 4.0 International License.