Edwidge danticat - Departure Lounge lyrics

Miranda first told my boss that she wanted to "see some real voodoo." Vodou, I corrected her by e-mail. What did I really know about it? The last time I was here, I was just a girl. "Baby Doc" had recently been exiled, and people were hopeful about the future. My family decided it was safe again to visit. Despite Haiti's tragic history, or perhaps because of it, we were always proud of where we came from. The world's first black republic. The second republic of the New World, after the U.S. The first country created from a successful slave revolution in 1804, boycotted for decades should any other slaves get the same idea. Back then, when we arrived at the airport, a smiling crowd of black and brown faces lined the balcony overlooking the tarmac, waving as we disembarked and made the long hot walk to the terminal. I thought the crowd was there just for us, filled with our relatives who wanted to welcome us back. This must be what is feels like to be home.