My wife brought me here for healing –
“the African sun will do you good.”
And here I am, bathed in family
and tribal love. My village
surrounds me. The ladies bring
fresh fruit and warm bread
and no part of it
is genetically modified.
Flesh still a bit tender from the cut,
but the stitches are beginning to dissolve.
I boil some bottled water for tea –
then watch the housekeeper top it off
with water from the tap – they say
once you have tasted from the waters
of Pindjiguiti –
waters made sweet by the blood
of the martyrs, their bitter sweat,
their salty tears –
you will always remember Bissau.
The old man in Caliquisse
told us returning was part
of the spiritual deal we struck.