From abroad where a green tale
of leprechauns and a pot of gold,
a letter was written in neat scribble
conveying homesick and longing for
the sun, mangoes, and bustling chaos.
Sent to Dar es Salaam in Tanzania.
The envelope pitied her and deviated:
bring back rays of sun from Tasmania,
stop for mangoes in Brunei Darussalam,
and give her the chaos of return to sender.
* This is a true story of what happened to a letter I sent to my native country Tanzania while residing in Ireland. Unfortunately, the only proof of that incident is in my memory.
** First published by Paper Poetry on Medium.