Paganistic Ode

Narissa Allibhai Backpacker Diaries, Whimsical Whirlings 2 Comments

Geometric patterns flash in neon colours Circling and changing Coming together to form A river The room is melting The people are melting I am melting My face They burp and fart and vomit Organic sounds in the lush jungle We float down the river As the shaman jollily sings The icaro song swirls around me Its colourful tendrils dance …

I am a product of Racism, Imperialism and Inequality; also Love, Culture and Dedication.

Narissa Allibhai Whimsical Whirlings 15 Comments

It hit me in the airport toilet that the lady cleaning the toilets probably never gets to fly out of the country. Neither, probably, does the security guard. Yet here I am on my way to fly to Ethiopia. I am a product of an extremely unequal society. My British accent jars me into realization that I am partly a …