Luyện nghe bài hát I Travel Home

I travel home to remember the of morning
I the evening to pray I remember this as it is
For when the returns
When the sound of the green-line trolley cars and
Surround my diminishing this version of my imagination

I will this
The and the night time
I will remember red sand on feet
My skin glistening in the sun
My hair like untamed
I will remember the air of Africa

I will my mother in the night
And the she cares for
I see them once more as they play
Peeking at me from the in the doorway

I remember my aunti-- her famous Jeloff rice
Asking me in flawless Ishan tongue
"Ofure...Onegbe?"...How is everything...you're too skinny"
And I, struggling to keep up, responding
"Butayay aunti?" That means, I don't what you just said

I will remember the place
The women selling smoked corn and
The of moy-moy and egusi
The sound of Doris yam
oranges from the Arrimogiga farm

When Boston city lights mask the majesty of my favorite
I will the moon...
and smiling
Because I am a
As if she that I am
Invested enough to about it
Perhaps I am a poet
I will the unseen

The and the beggars, the roadside wanderers,
People just trying to
roadside selling cell phones and unwanted trinkets
I remember the local roads
Beaten and by rain and time
Huts built beside a 15 story skyrise
So having so much
Neighbors with others living with
But the on their backs
And the realities of poverty crushing
of tomorrow

I leave behind my rose glasses
In my grandfather's
Because when my plane finally lands back in
I want to believe Nigeria changes me every time
moments teach me how to recognize what we take for granted
Constant electricity and water
on every corner
The opportunity to beyond our native borders
These are the details that risk a of becoming lost or forgotten
sounds of the morning
For when the returns
When the sound of the trolley cars and skyscrapers
Surrounds my senses diminishing version of my imagination
I remember this
I need to remember