Home

Home is where I feel the happiest, the warmth from my mother’s hug, the satisfying smile on my father’s face when he spots me, the way my sisters jump up to come hug me and take my luggage, the chattering sounds of children filling the compound, my sweet dog who barks at any little opportunity it gets.

This truly is home.

It feels so good to be here after a year of living a stressful life in Lagos.

I’ve missed this.

P.s: This is just how I felt after being home after a long time, thought I should share😁