Chapter 7: Home Sweet Home

I wan go back o.

I no go lie, home sweet pass. My people dey house, dey wait for me with correct food, love, laughter. Christmas for home dey different. E dey sweet like suya for night bus stop.

My people for house even cook correct egusi soup, dey wait for me to come chop Christmas rice.

If you see the image for my mind, na like mama dey stir pot, children dey run upandan, aroma full everywhere. Wetin person dey find again?

After I enter plane, next thing I open eye, I don land inside book. For this strange world, I dey use sense waka.

Na so life fit change. Yesterday you dey for Aba, today you wake up for inside book. I gats use Naija street sense survive.

But Sewa no dey even look me eye to eye.

The thing dey pain, but e no go kill man. For this Lagos, na to dey find way survive. I just bone face, dey do my own.