Home

From a-far, I heard the rhythmic voice of the pestle and mortar, compelling the yams into formation. From a-far, the sweet smell of palm-wine came with verve to knock the door of my nose and resurrected the thirst that made my throat abode. From a-far, in the cradle of dawn, the crow of the cock brought the pretty face of home. HOME where the rain walks at a gentle pace and the sun wears a friendly gaze; HOME where my skin dances to the tune of the careful breath exhaled by the tall trees. HOME SWEET HOME! How gracious would it be to lie in the belly of your innocent water running endlessly from the tireless mouth of your mountains, and behold the eternal beauty of greenest field! How gracious would it be to dialogue at your feet with the moon and stars in attendance! HOME, For ye, my heart yearns.