For most of my adult life, I would tell anyone who cared to ask me, that home is where the heart lies. And to me, home was our family house in Kotto Vallée, Douala; where my family had lived since the turn of the millennium. This house carried so many memories such as my younger sister’s first steps, my siblings’ baptisms, obtaining my first holy communion, exceling in my GCE Ordinary and Advanced level examinations – despite being an unruly teenager, my mum’s golden jubilee celebration, just to name a few.
Each time I was away from that house, be it at boarding school or at university, I would feel homesick – as most people do – because the familiarity of the house and its grounds, my family members, and everyone else who made up the hustle and bustle of family life, provided me with a sense of security and belonging which I couldn’t find anywhere else. More than anything else, what made this place ‘home’ were the memories that lived and breathed through its walls.
As time went by, the house I once called home lost its prestigious status. One by one, its inhabitants moved out and moved on until nothing was left of it but the ghost of memories trapped within its walls. For the past couple of years, I’ve seemed to float about like a nomad with no notion of a place called ‘home’ and I remember how, ten years ago, fantasizing about going back to Kotto at Christmas or during the summer holidays to hang out with my family, would have brought me a sense of peace. Now I reflect on those times with a longing that cannot be satisfied. And like a thirst that must be quenched, I am relentless in my search for a new home away from home.
Powerful and great one. Yes home sweet home. No matter where we find ourselves or where we are, we Will always miss home. Remember that's what makes it unique.❤️
Gwen Etombi
11 June 2020, 04:06 PM
Wow
Sylvie Penda
11 June 2020, 04:07 PM
Dream home
Princess sumbele
11 June 2020, 04:08 PM
True story👌 😘
Nganje Lucho
11 June 2020, 04:21 PM
Beautiful house, wish to have this some day
Gloria Binwi
11 June 2020, 04:24 PM
Gloria Binwi
Reddy la patch Muse
11 June 2020, 04:24 PM
Home will always be home
Baiby Bach
11 June 2020, 04:28 PM
Beautiful story
Alungamoh Rita
11 June 2020, 04:37 PM
Truely home is where the heart lies
Annabelle Nghonazie
11 June 2020, 04:43 PM
Home will always really be home no matter how small or big it is But home is not sweet without mummy
Awa Eme-Bright
11 June 2020, 04:47 PM
Wow, what a beautiful piece of poetry we have here. Indeed home is where the heart finds peace.
Oshodi Babatunde Emm
11 June 2020, 04:49 PM
Fantastic
Vanessa noble
11 June 2020, 04:54 PM
Brilliant
Belinda Tata
11 June 2020, 05:04 PM
Such an educative story
Belinda Tata
11 June 2020, 05:06 PM
Very educative story I will advise u get a new place around makepe
Nadine Moiwoh
11 June 2020, 05:22 PM
There's no place as sweet as home' me loving this
Blessing Abongwa
11 June 2020, 07:09 PM
Oh!! Home sweet home. No place like home indeed! No matter where we go, we always remember the road that will lead us back home.
beriwanyu
11 June 2020, 07:42 PM
Home has always been a very great place to think of when away. The sweet childhood memories such as friends, how family use to be close. I have to stop cuz im missing home already . Oh the good old days at home
Siona Akayne
11 June 2020, 09:30 PM
Oh how I miss home!
Awangum Noel
12 June 2020, 08:20 AM
There is no place like home. Home is so sweet.
Ayamoh Christina
14 June 2020, 08:03 AM
A home is where the heart lies, a home can be rebuilt. Though not all memories can be recreated, but new unforgettable onces can also be created.