Botswana Passport Chronicles

Ba da da da ba, ba da da da da. Ba da da

da ba, ba da da da da. Rolling my suitcase, half asleep.

Coffee in one hand, socks in a heap. Checking line,

doing slow motion scenes. I'm just tryna chase some North Cypress dreams.

Scan my ticket, I'm feeling cute. Then border control goes, "Uh,

excuse?" They tilt their heads like I'm from the moon. Botswana passport,

we'll be right back soon. Botswana passport. Who dis, who dis?

They squint at the cover like it don't exist. No visa needed, I promise I'm