I don’t know what belonging means… I can only use my brain and intellectualize. I really wouldn’t be able to tell you from the heart what belonging means… My memories of that place are my link to the place — memories of your experience in a place is your link… All people belong to the world. There is no exclusivity in that… The soil from America can differ from the soil in Malaysia, but its soil, it’s still the same. And the color of people’s skin can differ from place to place but it’s still skin. And, in that regard, there is no difference. People must belong to the earth and a traveller must belong to world somehow and the world must belong to her or him somehow. But, you know, then there’s the social level — that’s just the archetypal level, people usually live in the social level.
By Miss Abdallah
Cynthia Abdallah grew up in Kenya.
She is the author of the poetry collection, 'My six little fears' released on Sep 18, 2020.
Her work has appeared in numerous online magazines and in print. These works include: Poems and Short stories in The Tokyo Poetry Journal-Japan, Kwani Uchaguzi edition 8-Kenya, Ake review, Kalahari Review-Kenya, Nalubaale Review -Uganda, Quailbell Magazine-USA, Active Muse-India and Bodies and Scars anthology by Ghana Literary Journal.
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