No Place Like Home

No Place Like Home

If no place like home weren’t harsh words, I would think of returning to Nigeria.

If no place like home weren’t filled with the taste of blood and water, I’d call the Lekki tales daydreams.

If no place like home weren’t caked with thorny spikes, I’d roam barefoot.

If no place like home wasn’t home, I would fly and forget the times.

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