Molungo*

Attachment. Detachment.

The wakening of feelings of belonging. It gets stronger as I come back yet again.

I try to ignore them. This is not my place. This can't be my place. A place in which I suffered and hated so much. It can't be.

Yet I can't wait to come back again.

Good memories of my childhood. This might be my place.

Known faces greet me. It's my choice. Or is it? It can't be.

I try to remind myself of the impotence I used to feel. I don't choose it. Those feelings seem so far away and unsignificant. I don't want to choose it.

Yet somehow I do.

Basic feelings of belonging.

Raf (Can't control the desire to be everywhere).

*In Tsonga, Changana Dialect it means white and refers to white people.




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