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 green-line trolley and skyscrapers
Surround my senses diminishing version of my imagination

I will this
The and the night time
I will remember red sand on feet
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 she cares for
I will see once more as they play
Peeking at me the crack in the doorway

I will remember my aunti-- her famous Jeloff
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 what you said

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

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

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

I leave behind my colored glasses
In my grandfather's
when my plane finally lands back in Boston
I to believe that Nigeria changes me every time
These moments me how to recognize what we take for granted
Constant electricity and clean
Hospitals on corner
The opportunity to beyond our native borders
These are the details that a fate of becoming lost or forgotten
Like of the morning
For the city returns
When the sound of the trolley cars and skyscrapers
Surrounds my senses diminishing version of my imagination
I will remember
I need to this