Haven’t seen my homeland…

Haven’t seen my homeland since August 2019.

I miss the colorful attires on the streets.

I want to listen to the people speak their various languages.

To drink palm wine.

To buy akara elepo by the roadside.

To flirt with the market women.

And to tell olopa inside go-slow, “Abeg na only 50 naira dey my pocket as I dey now. Mek I dey go?”

When shallai see mai natif land, awill nefa foget mai om.

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