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I travel to remember the sound of morning
I choose the evening to pray I this as it is
For the city returns
the sound of the green-line trolley cars and skyscrapers
Surround my senses diminishing this of my imagination

I will remember
The silence and the night
I remember red sand on bare feet
My skin sticky in the sun
My like untamed wool
I remember the air thick of Africa

I remember my mother in the night
And the children she for
I will see them once more as they
Peeking at me from the in the doorway

I will remember my aunti-- her famous rice
Asking me in Ishan native tongue
"Ofure...Onegbe?"...How is everything...you're too skinny"
And I, struggling to keep up, clumsily
"Butayay aunti?" That means, I don't know what you said

I will remember the place
The women selling smoked corn and
The taste of moy-moy and
The sound of pounding yam
oranges from the Arrimogiga farm

When Boston city lights mask the of my favorite constellations
I remember the moon...
Pregnant and
Because I am a
As if she knows I am
Invested enough to about it
Perhaps I am a poet
I will remember the

The and the beggars, the roadside wanderers,
People just trying to
Children roadside selling cell phones and unwanted
I will remember the local
and eroded by rain and time
Huts built a 15 story hotel skyrise
So many having so
Neighbors others living with nothing
But the hand-me-downs on their
And the realities of crushing their
Promises of

I behind my rose colored glasses
In my grandfather's
Because when my finally lands back in Boston
I want to believe that Nigeria changes me time
These moments teach me how to recognize we take for granted
electricity and clean water
Hospitals on every
The opportunity to rise beyond our native
These are the details that risk a fate of becoming lost or
Like of the morning
For the city returns
the sound of the green-line trolley cars and skyscrapers
Surrounds my senses diminishing version of my imagination
I remember this
I to remember this