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....and there came a morning that sprang a surprise on a chap who went to bed believing he would see many nights in a place he believed had become his home.....only to pass the next night as a native one in his home of birth. My tears rolled like rainy streams, my heart pounded like cooked yam that incurred the wrath of an already exasperated woman with a pestle in hand...., and my mind wondered as though I had to choose between a drowning mother and a drowning wife I would die losing. Hmmm......, in all my thoughts I barely realised the poverty of my right to choice was as profound as that of a veteran church mouse. With my neatly ironed uniform, sparkling shoes rich in black polish, and a pair of white sox whose brightness could touch every wall of the seven heavens...and whose smile could brighten the darkest place on earth, I couldnt believe I was missing école that day. How was I going to leave without saying goodbye to the beautiful gardens of my school? How could I not play with my fellow flowers in the gardens? How was I going to stop climbing my favorite three who was at times my only friend at home? How could I withstand the absence of sallad and passe zhero (plain rice with groundnu soup - a popular Moshie food).......? As the questions kept punching me, the more I felt my mind was developing into a Cathedral of of sorrow....but the bells of Ghana kept ringing...and, so I knew that was the necessary end. My stay in Burkina had come to an end. It was an historic home-coming for my parents but for me, it was a moment of inexplicable predicament. It took several market days to subsidize the measure of perplexion I bore. The nostalgia has since been indelibly printed on my mind and no single day passes without memories of my days in Burkina, and those of my friends. Are all of those friends still alive? Its neen decades...and only God can tell. Hmmmmm......, .....the boy who left a home and came home. That was then; this is now....but I still miss many merries I have since missed.
Posted on: Fri, 04 Jul 2014 09:29:32 +0000

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