BY GLORIA O’KOYE
Hometowns are like the roots
From seeds submerged in water
To get a strong start
Trips out of town for few days, or weeks are like sprouts reaching for the sun to shine over, imagination of what it feels like to leave the nest
From the eggs that a person developed from
Hometowns,
Some may always want to remain
While some can’t wait to get out
Every story has its twists and turns
In the grand tale of the behemoth
That we call the lifespan,
There is no one pathway that can support all.
There is an internal clock that is ticking,
Determining when the time is up in each location
Sentimental value can cause hesitations,
Resistant to changes come from underneath the iceberg of doubt and fear
Of the great unknown
Even seeking the corners of the universe
Can never tell you 100 per cent
What the future holds.
But sometimes the things that we love
And holding on tight
Will hold us tighter in setting back
When you know you have to bloom and leave the very comfort of your home for years,
Final goodbyes are to be said
And preparing for another life journey
Different from the past…
