Tuesday 26 July 2016

Home...

"Star yow for deka?" (Where do you live star?). Wellingara! "Wow! Yow sorri nga di." (Oh boy, you live so far). And I'll be like: far from where, because that's relative? And according to me, what's important is not where you live, but how you live where you live.

'Olof Njie neh keur bukki kheshew na, wye fa la bukki dekka.' (To you, the home of the hyena may stink, but that's where it lives and where it finds love and happiness).

In fact, you may live "close" to heaven knows where, but are you honestly living? It's a small community, so we know. Your place's imposing buildings are bricks and mortar, home is a feeling. That's why when we go abroad we feel nostalgic. Me? I have seen places, dined in the cosiest of eateries, frequented the kinkiest of adult clubs, but none of those feels like home.

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