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swimming in ocean deep learning to grow as I go one step at a time, I'll get there.

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  • chidera 3w

    In this world of "me"
    Thinking of others is
    quite queer and jeered.

    C.N.

  • chidera 3w

    H O M E


    What is home?

    A place where a family sits happily at the dinner table talking about how their day went under a roof and sleeping in comfy beds with expectations for morrow and pancakes for breakfast?

    .

    A building made with bricks painted with the most prettiest colours with memories hanging everywhere you go and touch?

    .

    Or is it people who you spend life with sharing those memories and probably bathroom and beds and emergency clothing fix, ones who know you inside out?

    .

    Under these crumbling walls and choking smokes and screams at those running bullets and we're looking back running wishing we had taken things that mattered to us. A picture of a mom, a teddy, a letter from a best friend, a pendant from a father, your brother's favourite shirt and unfortunately, sometimes family.

    .

    Nearing the border beyond where the sun shines differently and fate awaits us with unknown circumstances. This part of the map oblivious to us. The only thing we remember are those left behind, part of us left behind and memories left behind.

    _

    Home isn't a place you find on the map or a building made with the finest hands.

    Home is us. You and I. All together.
    Home is us. Whole or part.
    Home is us. Wherever.

    I might have lost everything I ever had, live under discrimination from here on out and be less than what I used to be, but I am home when I am with family. Dead or alive. Here or not.

    _

    Home is where the heart is and I believe this with all of me.

    Chidera Nwosu



    28.05.19
    #pod #writersnetwork #refugees #home #ceesreposts

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    Home isn't a place you find on the map or a building made with the finest hands.

    Home is us. You and I. All together.
    Home is us. Whole or part.
    Home is us. Wherever.

    C.N.

  • chidera 3w

    The sun shines on the scraps
    Glittering like a chandelier
    In this deserted land
    Signalling hope.

    C.N.

  • chidera 3w

    We were foreigners in our own land
    For the bullets attacked its own
    Refugees who had homes
    Walking around for a haven.
    We were small families with love
    Snatched from everything we once knew.

    C.N.

  • chidera 3w

    Good morning Mirakeeans! Have a great day ♥

    28.05.19
    #pod #writersnetwork

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    We just merely stagger
    In a world shaken to its roots by fear
    Hope fleeing to unknown destinations
    And the mind held prisoner by doubt.

    C.N.

  • chidera 3w

    In a burst of anger
    A bomb explodes
    There are broken pieces
    And leaking tears.

    And you wonder why
    It doesn't heal
    Since they're just words
    And not knives.

    C.N.

  • chidera 3w

    R E A L I T Y

    Childhood was a dreamland
    Where we painted the future
    With colours and sweets
    Delirious by our innocence.

    Teenage years was a blast
    Where we shared hearts
    With chocolate and flowers
    Delirious by our affections.

    Adulthood was a nightmare
    Where we tried to erase scars
    With smiles and suppressed emotions
    Delirious by our reality.

    C.N.

  • chidera 3w

    Good morning everyone!

    24.05.19
    #delusion

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    All things come to an end
    Forever is an illusion
    Happiness is a delusion.

    -C.N.

  • chidera 3w

    Grief is universal
    Not only for the ones who are gone
    But for the ones who still breathe.

    -C.N.

  • chidera 3w

    Being too human was our downfall.

    ©chidera