Disruption: This is how the last century enabled connectivity, the human population has high velocity, lethal kinetic energy, AI has suddenly become mixed with human lives but it takes more than a reboot to be embraced.
26, all my teeth, front spaced out like ivory keys, all my hair, castor oil slick, wavy goatee I’ve spent 26 years growing forehead like a monitor, mum says it means more wisdom in our culture she also thanks God I grew into my face (how does one grow into their face?), six feet (minus two inches) 44 inch chest: where I keep these verses brown eyes, earth skin, soft lips, sharp wit no ex’s, therapist called Avi literally a Nigerian prince, no money, Silver Honda Civic, I think the moon is underrated, I believe we’re all wrong about God, I’m macho in the sense that I unashamedly shake to Beyonce’s Single Ladies, my grandfather had 16 dogs, 9 cats and a crocodile, my motto is “it’s not weird unless you make it weird”, ultimately, i like to think i’m kind and that’s the only thing worth striving for.
My drivers come from Kabul, Karachi, Kurdistan and other regions with smiles as wide as their crescents. There’s a kinship we, non-natives share in shared spaces in a Prius or shisha bar nothing melts our cultures more like roasting the English we laugh, the resonant laugh of striving to belong. We are here and amidst our faux lamentations Alhamdulillah, my drivers say, it’s sweet to come home in one piece, everyday, my wife is learning English at the college, my son has a Geordie accent, he knows nothing of home, maybe I’ll take him someday, there’s s a shared silence, a quiet acknowledgement of the maybe. You know, 60 years ago, you, me Christians Muslims we lived side by side, nobody cared, everyone ate, people slept and now… we should bomb the politicians instead, we laugh, the kind of laugh we must laugh.