Homesick

It started with the familiar feeling of not feeling
The ‘displeasurable’ taste of tastelessness
Then long wishful and pitiful glances
The zombie movements in and out of space
I am the maze runner longing for home
Wishing my mother would call out to me
With cologne like the queen of the night
And the noise from snorting her ‘fluless’ nose
I want to wake to the smell of crayfish
Wafting from the house, from left over pot of jollof
My little brother clutching the remote
And explaining away the movie, till I lose my mind
Father nodding silently to the voices from the radio
12.a.m has mum talking to the Holy ghost
And when the morning comes, we yell to greet our neighbours.

Vera