What Is Home?

Hey darlings, long time no see right? I've been having writers block or maybe I've just been too busy to settle down and come up with something. Anyways, I was listening to Vulindlela by Brenda Fassie the other day. My dad played this song on many Sunday afternoons on the way home from church or to and from a Chinese restaurant after church so the song made me miss home. After listening to the song over and over again, I realized how amazing it is that so many facets of my childhood takes me back home at random times. So I decided to ask my friends what home was to them. They weren’t expecting the question of course so I got many “what?”s then I explained to them what I meant. When you think about home, what comes to mind? What is something you love to do that makes you feel like you are at home again? Then they understood my question and for some of people I could see a glimpse of nostalgia in their eyes. I have attached a video at the end of this of their answers to my question. But of course I would tell you guys my answer the question first.

Right now, if you asked me what comes to mind when I think of home. My answer would be something like this;

Home is… bread and mayonnaise.
Home is the smell of my mum’s ogbono soup.
Home is my sister’s too loud laughter.
Home is my dad’s smile that wrinkles the sides of his eyes.

Home is my mum’s too high gospel music that woke me up on random mornings.
Home is the smell of rain on the sandy soil in Kano.
Home is the sound of the rain on the roof.
Home is my mum and aunt speaking Esan in loud tones. Standing to demonstrate the gist perfectly and me trying to decipher what they were talking about.
Home is those nights my mum would come back from work with suya.
Home is sleepovers with my childhood best friend.
Home is my sisters and I staying up until dawn gisting about God knows what.
Home is peppery indomie and ribena on cold rainy days.
Home is my mum’s pancakes on Sunday mornings.
Home is my dad helping me “prepare” my pancakes by putting honey on them and slicing them.
Home is the expression on my mum’s face as she sings and dances to her old school music while looking at herself in the mirror.
Home is the family house in Kano.

Home is family.

Home is always family.

:)

Hope you enjoy video! (sorry the quality isn't great, still working on my editing skills.) Please leave your comments letting me know what home is to you.

Background Music: Home by Phillip Phillips. Thanks Fritz, Devina, Malik, Grace, Sarah, Fareedah, Amos, Tapiwa, Samantha, Lenora and Cyril for being in my video :)