returning home on foot after work
through a shortcut behind houses
poorly planned
bumped into a lady burning weed
after sweeping her backyard
the scent of herbs reminds me
of my childhood
when I used to follow dad to the farm
my happiest moments were in the afternoons
when we paused for the lunch
of roasted yam with agushi stew
A mouse or two hovering over hot coals
from their long poles
as if in prayer, dripping with oil
here I was, a city boy missing village life
some village teen seated somewhere in a village daydreaming of life in a city they might never see
Diary of a Wanderer 
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