The last time i am homesick i am sitting in a theater hall. It is packed. i am here with friends. The show opens with a song that reminds me of honey. let the birds of the air tell mama that i miss her. this song breaks and balms my heart at the same time. a heaviness engulfs me. something dark grabs me. something i later came to know as loneliness. i think of mama. long for her. i call her to me. wish her here. let the birds of the air tell mama i miss her. will these birds find their way to Kenya? to mama? the last time i am homesick i am calling mama to my heart.