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 the city returns
When the sound of the green-line cars and skyscrapers
my senses diminishing this version of my imagination

I remember this
The and the night time
I will remember red sand on feet
My sticky glistening in the sun
My hair like 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
at me from the crack in the doorway

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

I will the market place
The women selling smoked and plantain
The taste of and egusi
The sound of pounding yam
oranges from 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 that I am
Invested enough to write it
Perhaps because I am a
I remember the unseen

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

I leave behind my colored glasses
In my village
Because when my plane lands back in Boston
I want to believe that Nigeria changes me time
These moments me how to recognize what we take for granted
Constant electricity and clean
Hospitals on every
The opportunity to rise our native borders
These are the details that risk a fate of lost or forgotten
sounds of the morning
For when the returns
When the of the green-line trolley cars and skyscrapers
my senses diminishing this version of my imagination
I will remember
I need to remember