
THREE PASSPORTS TO NOWHERE
by Abubakar Ibrahim
Detail of artwork by Aluu Prosper Chigozie
“We travel like other people, but we return to nowhere.”
—Mahmoud Darwish
My father carries three names, each stitched onto
a different passport, none leading home. He says the
wind is his brother, that a man can be many things
& still belong to nothing. When I was a child, he traced
the map of his journey on my palm—one line for the
blood that sings of cattle & endless green fields, one
for the tongue that holds the weight of markets &
calloused hands, & the other for the sun that darkened
his skin like a ripened millet. But which of these names
will remember him? At the border, the immigration
officer asks, where is your country? & my father swallows
air. What language can explain a history scattered like
millet husks in the wind? What country welcomes
a man who has forgotten the shape of his shadow?
He laughs, says, I am where my children speak my name.
But his children are lost in the echoes of his longing,
moving between cities that do not know them. Abusua
do firi, na ɛnyɛ akyi—family is like a forest: from the outside,
dense & whole, but within, each tree stands alone.
I dream of a home I have never touched, a place where
my father's footprints are still soft in the dust, where
his name is not a question but a song. But the sky does
not call us back, & the sea carries no letters for the exiled.
He carries countries in his bones.
He says, a man is not lost if his name still lingers somewhere,
but what of those whose names become air, carried only
in the mouths of ghosts? Some nights, I hear him whisper
in his sleep, calling names I do not know, places that exist
only in the soft ache of memory. He wakes before dawn,
stands by the window, watches the sky turn, as if waiting
for something—perhaps an old road to unfold beneath
his feet, perhaps the smell of home riding the wind.
But morning comes, & there is only silence, only another
day of walking through cities that ask for papers,
not names.
Abubakar Ibrahim, known popularly by the moniker Imam of Poets, is a Nigerian poet and abstract artist. His work explores identity, memory, grief, displacement, and heritage. He reflects on how individuals perceive themselves, how they are perceived by others, and how these dynamics shape everyday life. His poetry often engages with communal histories, imagination, and sometimes love, navigating the space between the personal and the historical.