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Writer | Speaker | Creative Voice. I tell stories, make calls & design confidence. @ Yabatech
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STILL WAITING TO COME HOME..
<p>Ba'ami,</p><p><br/></p><p>The Father of the ones who have only You left.</p><p><br/></p><p>I am writing to You tonight as Your foster child. The one You took in when Mum and Dad never came back from Kaduna.</p><p><br/></p><p>Every morning here starts the same way it did on that final Tuesday. </p><p><br/></p><p>We gather. We sing. We pray. Mum's voice was the loudest that morning, holding the alto line while Dad held our hands. </p><p><br/></p><p>We prayed for a safe journey. We gave You the day before it had even begun.</p><p><br/></p><p> I am not writing to question You, Ba'ami. I do not understand what You are doing, but I am afraid to stop trusting You.</p><p><br/></p><p> Th<span style="background-color: transparent;">e loneliness follows me from room to room, and I</span><span style="background-color: transparent;"> am trying so hard to hold us together.</span></p><p><span style="background-color: transparent;"><br/></span></p><p><span style="background-color: transparent;"> I clamp my jaw shut so my younger siblings do not see my hands shaking. I swallow my own tears so they can believe, even for an hour, that we are safe. But the strength is running out.</span></p><p><br/></p><p>I need You to do me a favour, Ba'ami. </p><p><span style="background-color: transparent;"><br/></span></p><p><span style="background-color: transparent;">Since You see them clearly in Your light, please tell Mum and Dad that the will was read this week. </span></p><p><span style="background-color: transparent;"><br/></span></p><p><span style="background-color: transparent;">Tell Dad his elder brother took everything. The house, the land, the future he spent his youth sweating for, it was all signed away in his favour.</span></p><p><br/></p><p>Dad, they took your house. I did not know people could wait for a man to die before showing you who they are.</p><p><br/></p><p>Tell them that the cousins we used to play with during Christmas now look at us like stray dogs. We eat the scraps left at the bottom of the pot. </p><p><br/></p><p>We sweep the floors of a house that should have been our sanctuary, listening to whispers that we are a burden, an extra mouth to feed.</p><p><br/></p><p>I tell You this because You are the only Parent I have left to report to. They took the inheritance, but they cannot take Your eyes off us.</p><p><br/></p><p>I do not know what tomorrow looks like. I do not know if anyone will fight for us, or if the things Daddy built will ever find their way back.</p><p><br/></p><p>But I know You know where we sleep. You know what we eat. You know the names of children everyone else has forgotten.</p><p><br/></p><p>So tonight, I will try to sleep. And You, Ba'ami, please stay awake.</p><p><br/></p><p>Your foster child,</p><p><br/></p><p>Still waiting to come home.</p>
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