Seven years: now a message waits, still unread.
I recall the warm touch of your hand just before I slipped when soldiers came. I remember how afterwards I searched for you.
Three years of desert walks, of rape and famine; another two to get asylum. The last three years I’ve been building myself another life. A life apart.
I registered on refugees united, and now this answer waiting.
Alone or not?
With trembling hand I click:
Dear Miss Botende, Your mother is searching for you. She lives Stockholm now. Her contact details are attached: David Bemba (Refugees United)
I have read recently of what you can do for the refugees around the world, and this sent me to one of the services that existed. Refugees united is a service where refugees can register to find each other. Please have a look, there are some fantastic stories shared there. These days we need some happy news as well.
Friday Fictioneers is a wonderful blogging community run by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields who publish a new picture each week for us to write a story in 100 words.
September 30, 2015