Where Home Is

May 22, 2013

 

I speak Hausa, fairly
but I can’t call Kaduna home though it is the state of my birth,
Nigerian law dictates My state of origin is not the state of my birth
But the state of my paternity, Edo
With blatant disregard for the state of my maternity, Benue
I find this inadequate – my genealogy is an equal combination of my dual parental history!

 

I speak English, fluently
Dichotomy of language necessitated my parents find common ground
So English is my first language – it’s the language i read, write, think, dream, and express myself in,
I Speak it with a blend of accents, from the beloved land of my birth and the land of the free where I got a first class education, my first drivers license, first apartment, but most importantly, America is where I found my voice
But do I call the home of the brave my home? 
Not quite, because my passport is green

 

So, where is home?

Home is in the pages of my favorite books, where as a child I hid to escape from the disorder and dysfunction around me
And took a thousand trips around the world from behind closed doors

 

Home is in the bossom of the woman who birthed me, nursed me,
Provided for me and protected me, ignored her pain to comfort mine, my mom, who was and still is my number one fan

 

Home is on my knees, crying ‘Abba’ Father, and knowing the creator of the universe pauses to listen to the smallest thought in my insignificant mind,
where my speech is always understood and my silence never misunderstood
where the one looking at me, sees through me and still loves me

 

Home is where I walk around in prada boots or my birthday suit
eat with silverware or my fingers bare
take two showers in one day, or no showers for two days
Say what I mean, and mean exactly what I say

 

Home is where I’m good, bad, ugly and beautiful too
It’s that special place where I can freely be the sum total of my abilities and disability

the blend of my eclectic genealogy, kaleidoscopic history, under-rated nationality and multi-national personality
all wrapped up in this 5-foot 8-inch, brown-eyed, brown-skinned,
sharp-tongued, sweet-voiced, soft-hearted, strong-willed shell that you see
or don’t you see?

 

Home is possibly everywhere and probably nowhere and actually anywhere
Any place where I’m unconditionally loved and absolutely free
to unapologetically and unashamedly be me: 
That’s Home!

 

 

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