A PLACE CALLED HOME

Why are we forgetting home? The place where we belong, the only place that always accepts us rather than criticizing us just because of our color or one thing or the other. The place we call home Aren't we tired of living like maids? Or even eating like we are slaves in another man's country? Is it until they begin to number our days? Or until they even begin to dig up a small place for our grave? That we would understand that it is time to run our race and stop being lazy? Is it because you think our economy is poor and bad? Or is it because you think we cannot become better someday? If that is your thought, I must say you are very wrong, Cause we have all waited this long, So no turning back cause I know that God Almighty cannot reject our calls. The only way forward is for us to work together, from January to December, even in all whether, cause I know we would eventually become better and not beggers. Trust me, these are not letters, but might really help us to become better. By: Akinsola Oluwamayowa