Where is home?
Where is home? My trigger to writing this blog comes from the stares i get and the kind of amazement i see in people's eyes when they ask me where home is and i mention a country i was not born in.The quick thought that runs through their heads that is clear on their faces and for those whose words run faster than their brains, who actually look at you like you did not understand them and go again like, 'i mean, where do you come from?'.
The dilemma is on most of us who have left our native homes and found or made a home out of our native. There are no Kenyan nurses working in this institution so i am tired of people assuming that i am American or British because that is where most black nurses are from. There are South African nurses but i look nothing like a South African and no one has even asked me if am South African. The moment i say Finland, there is this vibe i get from people's spirits, facial expressions or body language. A funny ignorant American guy was quite astonished to learn that they are black people in Finland. Welcome to 2015 young man, i swam there!
Home is where the heart is, home is where one chooses to reside permanently especially as a member of a family or a household. How i defined my home as a young child is far different from how i define my home as an Adult. How you ask the question, attributes to how i give my answers. As a child, my home was in Kenya, in a village which lies in a popular town, Kiambu, which bounds the northern border of Nairobi. Kenya is now my Native home and i will go in and out of there without notice and feel at happy because i got roots there and i got family there, but how do you feel like i lie to you when i tell you my home is in Finland? When i own nothing in my Native country and depend on my Family and friends for accommodation when i visit?, i cannot get too comfortable in Kenya because i have nothing to call my own, i cannot call it my home, i can only call it my native homeland and that i will always remain apart of.
If i cannot hang my feet up on my couch, hold the remote and comfortably sip my wine in my tiny shorts or even butt naked!, i am not at home. I can hang my feet in my parents home but once my dad is in, my feet will drop down and in a particular manner in a split second, raise your hands if you feel me.
My home for the past decade has been in Finland. That is where i feel home, that is where i got my own family. That is where i have bought a home. That is where i walk into my house and drop my bag wherever i feel like, where i walk through the door and glow, yes where i hang my feet on the couch butt.... and comfortably sip my wine in the hands of the person i choose to share life with. That is where i feel pride walking around,and when i see our two cats running around and rubbing themselves on my feet..aww. That is where i will want to bring up children or have pets, entertain my guests and that's the only home i feel at home.
We can para-phrase how we ask our questions and save our wrinkles the agony of being squeezed over. The world has changed and lots of people have travelled far and wide in search of places that they find peace and can make a home. It could be a new town, a new village, a new country or could there be a new universe somewhere. So please, don't look at me weird because you feel that i didn't give you the correct answer. You are just looking at me like that because i gave you an answer that's not what you wanted to hear or that you assumed you would hear.
Home is where the heart is, home is where one chooses to reside permanently especially as a member of a family or a household. How i defined my home as a young child is far different from how i define my home as an Adult. How you ask the question, attributes to how i give my answers. As a child, my home was in Kenya, in a village which lies in a popular town, Kiambu, which bounds the northern border of Nairobi. Kenya is now my Native home and i will go in and out of there without notice and feel at happy because i got roots there and i got family there, but how do you feel like i lie to you when i tell you my home is in Finland? When i own nothing in my Native country and depend on my Family and friends for accommodation when i visit?, i cannot get too comfortable in Kenya because i have nothing to call my own, i cannot call it my home, i can only call it my native homeland and that i will always remain apart of.
If i cannot hang my feet up on my couch, hold the remote and comfortably sip my wine in my tiny shorts or even butt naked!, i am not at home. I can hang my feet in my parents home but once my dad is in, my feet will drop down and in a particular manner in a split second, raise your hands if you feel me.
My home for the past decade has been in Finland. That is where i feel home, that is where i got my own family. That is where i have bought a home. That is where i walk into my house and drop my bag wherever i feel like, where i walk through the door and glow, yes where i hang my feet on the couch butt.... and comfortably sip my wine in the hands of the person i choose to share life with. That is where i feel pride walking around,and when i see our two cats running around and rubbing themselves on my feet..aww. That is where i will want to bring up children or have pets, entertain my guests and that's the only home i feel at home.
We can para-phrase how we ask our questions and save our wrinkles the agony of being squeezed over. The world has changed and lots of people have travelled far and wide in search of places that they find peace and can make a home. It could be a new town, a new village, a new country or could there be a new universe somewhere. So please, don't look at me weird because you feel that i didn't give you the correct answer. You are just looking at me like that because i gave you an answer that's not what you wanted to hear or that you assumed you would hear.
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