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

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

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

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

I remember the market place
The women selling smoked and plantain
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...
and smiling
Because I am a
As if she that I am
Invested enough to write it
because I am a poet
I remember the unseen

The and the beggars, the roadside wanderers,
just trying to survive
Children roadside cell phones and unwanted trinkets
I remember the local roads
Beaten and by rain and time
built beside a 15 story hotel skyrise
So many having so
Neighbors with others living nothing
But the hand-me-downs on their
And the realities of poverty their
Promises of

I leave behind my colored glasses
In my village
Because when my finally lands back in Boston
I want to believe Nigeria changes me every time
These teach me how to recognize what we take for granted
Constant electricity and water
on every corner
The opportunity to beyond our native borders
These are the details risk a fate of becoming lost or forgotten
Like sounds of the
For when the city
When the sound of the trolley cars and skyscrapers
my senses diminishing this version of my imagination
I will this
I need to remember