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I travel to remember the sound of morning
I choose the to pray I remember this as it is
For when the city
When the sound of the green-line trolley cars and
Surround my senses this version of my imagination

I will this
The and the night time
I remember red sand on bare feet
My sticky glistening in the sun
My hair untamed wool
I will remember the air of Africa

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

I remember my aunti-- her famous Jeloff rice
Asking me in flawless Ishan native
"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 smoked corn and plantain
The taste of moy-moy and
The sound of pounding yam
Fresh oranges from the farm

When Boston city mask the majesty of my favorite constellations
I remember the moon...
Pregnant and
I am a poet
As if she that I am
Invested to write about it
Perhaps I am a poet
I will the unseen

The homeless and the beggars, the wanderers,
just trying to survive
Children roadside selling phones and unwanted trinkets
I will remember the local
and eroded by rain and time
Huts built beside a 15 hotel skyrise
So having so much
with others living with nothing
But the hand-me-downs on their
And the realities of poverty crushing
of tomorrow

I behind my rose colored glasses
In my grandfather's
Because when my plane finally lands back in
I want to believe Nigeria changes me every time
These moments teach me how to what we take for granted
Constant electricity and clean
Hospitals on every
The opportunity to beyond our native borders
These are the details that a fate of becoming lost or forgotten
sounds of the morning
For when the city
When the sound of the trolley cars and skyscrapers
my senses diminishing this version of my imagination
I remember this
I to remember this