This is a collection of poetry written by a woman of Africa,to express what her innermost feelings are. Her feelings, experiences, visions and thoughts about things going on around her,things that are sometimes kept inside.
From an early age we hear the phrase, "When you grow up you should do well and then you could go overseas." What is this overseas that we hear so much about? Those who come from there seem to have so much money to spend, they buy cars and build houses, but, in the end, do they tell the truth about this overseas? From morning to night, if you are lucky, you get to work like a stupid monkey, you are at their beck and call, afraid of losing that bad job at all, because the next one would be harder to get because your skin is not the right shade, or your words don't sound right or you just don't fit. No time to rest, no time to play, no time to see your children, no time no money to send, but you do it anyway, after all what would your friends and family say? You are lucky, You have a permit, hell is for those who don't, dodging police, and sleeping on friend's floors, when there are guests around you are sent outdoors. Finding all means to marry a woman to stay, a woman who will make hell a better place to be. After many years when you finally get settled, someone dear to you dies over the seas from where you came, you take a bank loan; make the trip, and come back home, and the cycle starts again. They think you are rich, you pay the bills, you smile and laugh but you know the hell you will go back to when the plane lands overseas. The bills are waiting for you, the debt collector is on your door, a delayed plane means no job. You owe more than when you came and yet people here look with envy. When you fly away on a plane, to the place of their dreams….. overseas.