The Streets of Nigeria

White and black streets blending in with the long beautiful tropical trees blocking the shade as you go your way. The bright green leaves look as if it’s a summer evening. The colourful food stands and the bland brown ground, ever so different, ever so loud, complementing colours as I make my way, people pass day by day. The streets are so busy leaving no room for people to walk, the cars driving past making a swoosh sound scaring people off, one side so busy one side so loud. One side peace and quiet is only allowed if you turn to that side you will see, the talkers are talking, the sellers are selling, the birds are chirping, and the grasshoppers are snapping and cracking. Radiating scents coming from the cars, the gasoline makes my nose go wild. Everywhere the traffic goes, people get road rage and yell out the door, nothing personal, nothing so hard. The scent of the food on display hits me like a massive train. The water is on display for the hot summer days. My mouth waters as the taste of gala and the memories within the food comes rushing back. The taste is almost like taking a big bite out of heaven; sweet and tasty it is. I look at the sky, it is a bright blue ink. The clouds are slowly closing and the droplets of water are forming. Now the grey blanket has covered the bright blue sky and the rain is coming down on me. The clouds won’t let me see. I am at home, I am at peace, I am where I’m supposed to be. The bright blue rays and the sad rainy days, I am at home though it’s not perfect anymore. The Nigerian streets will always be my home, forever to come, forever to go.