Abdulrasheed Dawodu


Nostalgia


Living in diaspora
Alone away from home
Living in the land of oaks and timbers
Avarice; their worthy religion

My heart was weary
My eyes, heavy
Tears no longer redeemed
A strong nostalgia sets in

I was watched with unseeing eyes
I sought comfort in loneliness
What a great comfort boredom could be
In my lonely room, I rested

Reminiscing on the journey
How did i make it this far
We commence to end
Indeed we begin to finish
It unfolds like no ending to the folding

Turning back the pages
Glancing through the content
I wonder how;
I slept with eyes wide open
I survived the weary days,
The harrowing nights

But I was far from listlessness
Empowered by the environment
Stronger than ever
And the days became meaningful

I heave a sigh of relief
Now I have ended a journey
Only to begin another
Yet I ponder
Is home coming the panacea?
It only gives birth to another
Nostalgia

Submitted: Saturday, January 19, 2013
Edited: Monday, August 26, 2013
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The poem is a personal experience. I wrote it in 2009 after my National Youth Service Corps.I found myself in a difficult situation but I came out of it stronger and better. Thanks for reading.

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