Lover’s Weather

A Poem in response to Xenophobia in South Africa

By Shameelah Khan
© Orianne Lopes for OURS Magazine

The night felt colder
Caressed by the distance
Dingy,
Misty,
Driving into the darkness
Nestled undertones of melancholy
Leaving the country
Only to stay
Stains,
Stairways,
Strains of the past easing
Into the rain
Religious,
Rising,
Resting birds, asleep
Sleeping men in their graves
Gravel,
Grovel,
Grievous pathways,
Nearly touching us as we
Made a history,
Of our own
The injustice
You said
The Injustice
Reliving,
Retrieving,
Rattling against the car windows
I didn’t mind when you went silent
It was habitual
I could live in it
I’ve lived in it, myself
For many years
Beside my pen
We lay
As new-lover’s do
In the rain
When the mist lays bare
To guide us
In the sky when it cries
In the clouds when it mourns
And in the damp evenings,
When my thoughts
Are warmed
By Lover’s weather
In a country
I called home


Shameelah Khan is the Editor in Chief of Odd Magazine. She works as a Production Course Lecturer at AFDA University, JHB and is the co-founder of the NGO WOW.