Stained Teeth

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It’s been pretty warm this October. I mean what can warm you up more than love felt everyday, felt before and after you’ve touched your loved ones. Nothing beats it for me unless you hand me a small box of Aldi cakes that I still crave some nights under my home-stinking blanket.

I surprised our last two boys at their school. Oh! how they hugged me! how they looked over my head and mocked my height. I sensed everything different about them, even the way they smelled. It was tastefully different. The second to last one gave me all kinds of tangerine scents as I rubbed my blonde head on his chest rumpling his school uniform. Crap! I didn’t think I had missed them that much.

I could nearly read their heart beats from the way they answered their curious friends in their hostels. “That’s my senior sister, I haven’t seen her in years” the last one said. Teary-eyed me pulled it together until we got home. It was an emotional Friday for me. The journey that felt like hours on going to their school went swiftly like we had travelled back in just minutes. Catch-ups I guess.

The excitement of seeing dirt has been overwhelming. The not so odd behaviour of people from this end has had me laughing in my head countless times. The bus conductor I first heard on returning screaming “ahia ohuru! park!! park! ahia ohuru!!” still excites me everytime I think about it. The wet thick brown sands my slippers collect and throw at the back of my feet and trousers bring me nothing but some kind of chilled rush through my bloody veins. I did miss home, my eyes and ears can tell. I did miss the noise, the loud and nosy people, the children, my street, my everyday come home before 7pm routine and the warmth of family. It was all in my head before now.

One + week after, I’m still settling in, appreciating the joy of just living and not rushing. Having people around who you can relate with and trust-worthy strangers that would dance to see your gums. Appreciating just loving and not thinking about loving. It’s the way life should be, unfortunately, every now and then we get our teeth stained.

 

Picture gotten from- Lagos, Nigeria

 

Dyna Ekwueme Copyright, 2017.

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5 Comments Add yours

  1. Ameena k.g says:

    It is rightly said- there is no place like home. Having similar experience whenever i return home too, I so relate to this.

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  2. heartsinink says:

    Home always remains home. No matter how tight the love we have for being away… Beautiful!!

    Liked by 1 person

  3. ipeniwrite says:

    Awwww, I’m glad you could relate to this post. Thank you for leaving your comment.

    Liked by 1 person

  4. ipeniwrite says:

    yess yess!!..thank you dear

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