Luyện nghe bài hát I Travel Home

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

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

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

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

I will the market place
The women selling smoked corn and
The taste of moy-moy and
The sound of Doris yam
Fresh from the Arrimogiga farm

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

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

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