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I arrive back to grey
I exchange my sunnies and tan line for rain
And long coats
And the hustle and bustle
All multicultural, mulicolours, bilingual city
I arrive from the heat and the brown skinned streets, old Swahili speak
From fort Jesus, it’s white sandy beaches
I come back with one word in a language
Nakupenda
I have missed grey
The subtle says, all polite and less direct form of shade
I fly back from bluntness that the Britishness never knew, I missed the doubled tongues in you
In you, all of you Londoners

I have missed this city
I have missed the groans
And moans of cars
Long-ass traffic lines
I have missed the red buses
The easy streets
And road signs
I know how this heavy engine works
I have loved and lived in the hem of her skirts
I have walked on her stitches
For years and years
I am aware here
I am a piece of this
Or maybe this is a piece of me
I dwell in her richness
This grey city is mine
It is mighty fine
Full and thick
Of memories
Ever Brick
Has a name
And story
I am learning some
Judging by my tan line, you come to find I don’t miss the sun

-Written by Aisha Mohammed   *AISHA MD*

Grey Talker

I type with fingers that shook
I kiss the words and bring them to exist,
To which, sentences leave leisurely leaking  from my lips,

Thereafter, I try to make amends with a sloppy ‘I’m sorry’ kiss

I’m a grey talker, my words leave my mouth clean, but my tongue it fights like a fickle man fists
It takes you out cold,
And I fold,
And I know
How much that weighs
How much it aches

I ached
I have nothing but time, and age
And I must refrain, from speaking
So I write, write to you, all my unfiltered gems
Child-like I tough at my mothers hem
I pipe up saying
Any advice for a ten pence?
I’ve not deep pockets
I’ve only a tendency to place my wet fingers in sockets
Can you help me find the words I left floating?
Perhaps when I find them I could eat them in slow motion
I won’t mind the chocking,
I would eat them raw
And let them take me, some place, any place away from this Indian Ocean shore
Just so you can live in peace,
A life without my grey words causing you grief

– Written by Aisha Mohammed  *AISHA MD*