Missing home...

I miss Home
The smell of Palm Trees
The sun rays that steals 
Through my window sill 

On Sunday mornings 
In Victor’s rocky banana boat
we cruise the rhythmic face-beat in the ocean 
While surfing the Atlantic 

And now I begin to see the little things
I never really did see
The cracks in the wall
That old rust on the gate
The quiet solitude of my living room
The smiles from strangers
Even the security guard at the office
“Pretty Purity! You’re very beautiful today!”
He’d say... even when I looked hangover

The old telephone ring and my cracked voicemail 
The happiness of sweating at the office gym 
The vibrant night life of Lagos 
And just everything that would require ten thousand more pages to drench this thirst of home. 
And now, it’s taught me what home feels like

As I make a new home
I’m reminded to see the little things 
And share my heart with everything
Until another home comes
So that home is shared with everyone, everywhere ❤️