Kenyan woman in diaspora,
possibly post-teen, slightly aged
but just a tinsy winsy bit. 
Surely unfed with cheek holes
that sunken eyes fall from orbit, sometimes.
Blacker than you left Africa;
from the burning, not of the sun but
from the coals on your lips and the edge of fingertips.
Kenyan but only in name- please do come home,
find a way of passage even without your passport;

it is urgent you come home where poverty waits to comfort you.
Here you will still be heroic
for what makes better heroines 
than women who sleep on daggers and come out the other end,
buckets not kicked,
who walk with all the grace of the ducks
in a world of egg-shelled floors
who when thrown out of work and house
survive being thrown off apartment

floor 24?
Cops never show to pick corpse they don't know.
Where is the passport of this illegal alien?

It is urgent you come home,
the parcels of land bought from the parcels of money you sent
came and went
when we built a mansion on land of government.
Please send money so that we can sue,
money for the lawyer and money for the flu
got from night cold burrows. 

FLIGHT Catch-22.

We eagerly await your arrival
preferably with our next meal.
Our golden child, we were not mistaken
to put all our trust in you.
Please come home,
the video we saw of your colleague
being locked in cupboards with ease
did not our eyes please.
Leave as soon as you can,
it's rather you come home a nobody
than reach as news with no body.

OB/NO/DY
Accidental fall after precariously washing windows outside.

By Henry Mworia (VETERAN).