Farewell: a haiku

Life goes on,’ I mused.

Then you both walked out the door.

And my face was wet.

This is not political commentary about an imperfect man who has made his fair share of mistakes. Many of which are still being paid for in different parts of the world.

It’s about realising that an era that has transcended politics and meant so much to so many has come to an end.

I didn’t get to see the first inauguration. My sister and I were waiting for our flight that would take us far away from our parents for another year.

Mummy was filling us in on the fanfare via text and phone calls as we sat in the airport.

Michelle is wearing a coat in a weird shade of green

she said.

I’m not sure why after all these years those words still stay with me.

But of everything that stays with me, I also recall once saying to daddy casually:

…and you really like Obama also because he is black.

And daddy nodded and said only one word:


But his eyes spoke a message to me that pierces my soul till this day.

You see, for everything that daddy and every other black man just like daddy and every other black person the world over thought they would never see, Obama represented the audacity of hope.

Let us be audacious and intentional in our hope.