Nostagia

Nkechi,

I was back at the place of our birth,
I was back at the place we first met,
Sat under the mighty mango tree,
Where you first confessed love to me.

I walked that bushy path,
Where we both solitarily sat,
That November night,
When our innocence took flight.

I arrived at the river side,
Saw the birds soar and glide,
It was there we constantly came to swim,
And hear the birds chant a hymn.

You remember the oye market square?
Yea, our favorite spot is still there,
The spot we sat to spy on the villagers,
While they mingle with the marketers.

Everywhere I turn, I see a page of our story,
I see the future that became history,
For before tomorrow could come,
We were caught and scattered by a storm.

A storm of different dreams,
Like fishes in separate streams,
So we rose and took different paths,
With a piece of each other's hearts.

But Nkechi, does home not call?
Will the termite not for the toad fall?
Hear this voice and come home,
Or will you forever roam?