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 city
When the sound of the trolley cars and skyscrapers
my senses diminishing this version of my imagination

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

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

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

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

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

The homeless and the beggars, the wanderers,
People just trying to
roadside selling cell phones and unwanted trinkets
I will remember the roads
and eroded by rain and time
Huts built beside a 15 story hotel
So many having so
Neighbors with others living with
But the hand-me-downs on backs
And the of poverty crushing their
of tomorrow

I behind my rose colored glasses
In my village
when my plane finally lands back in Boston
I to believe that Nigeria changes me every time
These moments teach me how to recognize we take for granted
Constant electricity and clean
Hospitals on every
The opportunity to rise beyond our borders
These are the details that a fate of becoming lost or forgotten
Like sounds of the
For when the returns
When the sound of the green-line trolley and skyscrapers
Surrounds my senses diminishing this of my imagination
I remember this
I need to this