Lazy: My Brother in the Diaspora Calls Me

To the children of Africa in the diaspora who rob their brothers of empathy.

Cape Coast, Ghana

Agadez, Niger

Door of No Return

One forced into ships.

The other voluntarily on foot

One tossed in the Atlantic

The other braving the Sahara

Into slavery

Into prostitution

Into abuse

And many into death

Yet my brother calls me lazy.

In far away comfort he says I refuse to work

I keep trudging till the sand meets the sea.

For my eyes could not see

The opportunities that my brother ran away from

Luckily, in an airplane

Emem Andrew’ 2021

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