There are parts of me I only recognize in photographs
Intricate feelings
Little digital details only my Instagram followers see
Thick smiles that scream ‘I’m happy!’ to the click-click sounds and flashing lights of cameras
A peace sign, a cup of ice cream, and a tilting pose to sum it all
There are places I’ve only visited on phone screens
Google maps and photographs
YouTube videos and Facebook feeds
I can navigate the streets of New York to see the statue of liberty, Times Square, all the way to Mumbai, into the favellas
Taking a brief stop to shop in Paris and Dubai and back to the rusty traffic on the streets of Oshodi
From my pc screen I meet people with stories similar and strange
Within the confines of my room
I have felt the weather of the world from my TV screen
Amsterdam is cold, Antarctica is coldest
A cup of coffee or tea won’t cut it here
Bring along a cup of courage and energy bills to pay
Afghan is burning hot, go there at your risk
I’ve walked the streets of London during Christmas
Jackets, boots, balaclavas all in place
But I’m still home and going no where
