The gold plated grave yard
A sea of multicoloured jigsaw peices were at her feet as she stepped off the plane. Step by step she became just another peice in her green and purple African dress ,little did she know what jigsaw she was becoming a part of.Like a zombie she followed the crowd, followed her market bag her only luggage,As it moved painstakingly slowly round the conveyor belt. A suitcase was out of the question ,with what money? she had finally earned enough to buy the ticket to be with one she lived for ,so she seized the opportunity but was it worth it? She took in the sights with a growing sense of loss ,she took everything in numbly and shuffled towards the waiting room in a cocoon of jetlag.For the first time she thought about the lines that were advancing into wrinkles out of the stress of waiting for him,because she was surviving without cash because of his absence. Her hand reached shakily into her brassiere that had held her in place for 10 years,10 years of living off selling palm oil. She remembered how at 17 and newly married she ran to the trendiest store in her town owned by two Lebanese brothers who had migrated to Africa in the 80s with her first earnings from her and her husbands small buissness of selling oil.She reached there with hopes of being adorned with the latest fashions only to realise the prices .Her hopes were dashed ,all she managed to buy was the brassiere. From then on she worked twenty four seven and when Jatti announced he was leaving for england and taking all their savings with him she felt nothing but the love she had nutured for 4 years through the ups and downs so she merely nodded and shuffled off in obedience to pack his chlothes gritting her teeth not to cry.Out of her brassiere she pulled out a crumpled adress and for the first time tiredness left her body and she was enveloped in a warm feeling .This is where she would make her new life with jatti in this gold plated country. With the the adress in one hand and her market bag in the other she made her way towards 54 Camden Gardens Kilven Estate, or what she thought was the way.
Lost and overwhelmed she shivered in the howling wind of england the sound reminding her of the emptiness of a graveyard. She had walked for a mile with this wind as her only company, although she passed hundreds of people there was a big difference between them and her. Some shouted some talked on phones some gave her strange looks as if she was an object of curiousity all of them were to her plagued with a disease born out of living in this cold gold plated land. They were the zombies the product of this graveyard at times through this trek her only safeguard was her difference to these people so she moved on starved of food warmth and companionship until she reached a sign saying Camden which she barely deciphered with her poor english. Her legs by this point shook like a new born foals from the tedious journey and she feebly climbed the steps to camden gardens. She opened the door and was welcomed with the acrid smell of alcohol and the reason for this smell swayed in front of her with a retarded smile and a bottle that his fingers barely had a grip on "Hello, hello nice day ennit" he said moving towards her "just come from me mates upstairs" she ran up the stairs without thinking mainly to not suffocate she vaguely took in door numbers and ran in extreme fear she pounded on door no.54 almost fainting in fear mixed with fatigue a heavily made up woman opened the door. She found herself screaming Jatti! "calm down what do you want him for" the vampish woman said "Jatti get ere"the woman called . Out of the open doorway a potbellied beer and cigarette in tow jatti appeared in total oblivion followed by a toddler "ere he is" the scantily dressed woman said Jatti emitted a cry of shame as he saw who was ousting him out."Jatti" she said horrified "why?" she wailed in their native language. As she looked on she died her death in this gold plated graveyard. The woman went to Jatti took a cigarette from him and kissed him on the cheek "whats goin on J?" she said twirling her dirty blondish hair .She recognised that Jatti had become yet another zombie and as she ran ,ran from the disease she realised her own fate to join these people as there was no going back. She ran where ever her legs took her. She ran as a zombie of this strange land england, as a zombie of this goldplated graveyard. All people saw was a mad african running the streets of London.