Luyện nghe bài hát I Travel Home

I travel home to the sound of morning
I choose the to pray I remember this as it is
For when the returns
When the sound of the trolley cars and skyscrapers
my senses diminishing this version of my imagination

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

I will my mother in the night
And the she cares for
I will see them once 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 what you just said

I will remember the place
The women selling smoked corn and
The of moy-moy and egusi
The sound of Doris yam
Fresh oranges from the farm

Boston city lights mask the majesty of my favorite constellations
I will the moon...
and smiling
Because I am a
As if she knows I am
enough to write about it
Perhaps because I am a
I will remember the

The and the beggars, the roadside wanderers,
People just to survive
Children roadside selling cell phones and trinkets
I remember the local roads
Beaten and eroded by and time
built beside a 15 story hotel skyrise
So many so much
with others living with nothing
But the hand-me-downs on their
And the of poverty crushing their
of tomorrow

I leave behind my rose glasses
In my village
Because when my plane finally lands in Boston
I want to believe that Nigeria me every time
These moments teach me how to what we take for granted
Constant and clean water
Hospitals on every
The opportunity to beyond our native borders
These are the details that a fate of becoming lost or forgotten
Like of the morning
For when the city
When the of the green-line trolley cars and skyscrapers
Surrounds my senses diminishing this of my imagination
I will this
I to remember this