Home

There is no place as better as home not even heaven is as better as home He strolled aimlessly in the streets of Amsterdam, deep in reverie and gnashing his teeth. Here, he had come for greener pastures and gold,he had hoarded. He lives in affluence, in destitude of nothing. But lurking somewhere in his heart is a longing, a longing that cannot be satisfied there, A longing for home. To yaounde because of an obligation that is important for my education, I embarked. Everything cruises well for me but for one thing; A longing for home. A home is a haven more that heaven She is the mother to all orphans a place to relieve you of your solitude it is an antidote to loneliness and homesickness On several occasions, from Amsterdam he had called, calling to tell me of his one unhappiness. ‘MICHAEL, I MISS HOME’ So really, there is no place as better as home, NOT EVEN HEAVEN