LETTERS FROM HOME
Anna Kapungu
In the deserted days
Where the sun is my champion
And the blood thirsts for water
I tell the rays what I miss the most
Hear my breathing
Sweat drip down my back
My hands cracked from the labour
Labour without gains
Split the grounds to pass the hours
Read the roads of my palms
Roads that lead me back home
Then I receive your letters
Your words are like rain in the summer
Comfort my blackened heart
Feel the elevation of my spirit
My people,the force of humanity
I cannot pray to surrender my heaviness
I cannot cry to release my sentence
JONAH magazine 