Luyện nghe bài hát I Travel Home

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

I remember this
The silence and the time
I will remember red sand on bare
My skin sticky in the sun
My hair untamed wool
I will the air thick of Africa

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

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

I will remember the market
The selling smoked corn and plantain
The taste of moy-moy and
The sound of Doris yam
Fresh oranges the Arrimogiga farm

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

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

I leave behind my rose colored
In my grandfather's
Because when my plane finally lands in Boston
I want to believe that Nigeria changes me every
These moments teach me how to recognize what we take for
Constant electricity and water
Hospitals on every
The to rise beyond our native borders
These are the details risk a fate of becoming lost or forgotten
Like sounds of the
For when the city
the sound of the green-line trolley cars and skyscrapers
Surrounds my senses diminishing this of my imagination
I will this
I need to remember