Coming back home. Back to the village
Its been oft said ... "east west, home is best" I left home some time back for a better life. Or what i thought would be a better life. The lure of the bright night lights, fast moving cars, 'smartly' dressed girls and boys was too strong to resist. And I fell victim to my youthful desires. The food's all fried. Believe me, even a cup of tea is somehow fried. So, I lived in the city for but a while but it seems and feels like I was there for eternity. I will take you through some of the highs and lows of that place as our time together passes. However, am back home. I missed home. I missed these village paths- well beaten village paths. I missed the trip to the well. I missed the love around here, Imagine this; The neighbor's dog remembered me. She was all over me the moment I got close to their compound. Tail wagging and I could feel the love. She missed me, and I missed her. When all is said and done. I am glad to be back home. My permanent stay here may no