Seven months pregnant, off a long-haul flight, mourning my father, invitro my child was sick, with a hole in his heart; I arrive at the hotel in Dublin, the Polish receptionist says I can't stay even with a booking with my Mastercard with my cash, I can only stay the night, Penang is hot, with friendly faces here I wear my skin in comfort I don't stick out like a stain, Dubai is full of shops, no one cares, I shop till I drop, with my first, in vitro, my second (in vitro) my third at six months, I think we got Covid, because we coughed and coughed, Turkiye like the Muslim states welcomed me, I ate roasted chestnuts and got lost in the Grand Bazaar, with shops that sold the same things with shopkeepers who looked like Arab princes and shop boys who knew all the tricks Ghana was hot and sane till they heard you speak, their eyes narrow because you are a Nigerian, Saw the Elimina Beach and rubber plantation where the trees swayed like slender dancers in nature...
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