SOMETIMES HOME ISN'T FOUR WALLS By Samira H. Sanusi

It is not a house that stores your most pleasant memories, or a town that holds the playground you spent your days as a kid, the school you met your best friends.

Sometimes home is 10 siblings who are chaos together but incomplete when apart. Home is the smell of sand that fills your lungs after it rains, it's the brave smiles of hardworking people who are struggling to make ends meet and stick, it's that damaged place that holds beautiful potential with the right amount of work.

                                                       

Sometimes home is that place you miss even before you leave. It's a place that's become a part of who you were, the foundation of who you'll be. It's that place you must leave while wishing you could stay.

Sometimes home is being met with a set of wrinkled eyes that hold so much love for you. It's in a tight, warm embrace long after you have forgotten the last time you were in the company of a friend or loved one, it's more than just four walls, home is in the people and places you know you'll always need to return to.


Samira Haruna Sanusi
President, Samira Sanusi Sickle Cell Foundation
Ssscfoundation@gmail.com. +2348175734470