One thing I remembered is the sound of laughter and loud chatter The house was full, bumping into people at every turn Shaking hands and telling stories As time went on the people reduced and so did the noise This beauty of this though, is I can close my eyes any day and time and still see their faces. I don't remember all the conversations, but their faces? I do. The bleeps of goats before they are slaughtered, clinks of glass, the gossips and my favorite the fights Because That Was Tradition The situation in which these experiences occurred differed I close my eyes and reply that song, remembering that smell, seeing the joy The one that makes u feel welcomed, accepted no matter what See the colours of kente and polished shoes and know You are home Welcome Home I Bet You Missed It
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