I am from...

I am from the new built houses, The empty road filled with rusty racks and silence throughout it, Only interrupted by the dark crickets and the bugs scattered around, Cars parking, strolling around or rarely bikes zipping around. I am from accompanied with another, With walls that you can hear through practically all day, Working, eating or sleeping is all that dad would do, Some nights you can almost hear him snoring. I am from ipads, PCs laptops and more, The aroma of my moms cooking from the kitchen upstairs, Keyboards chittering and siblings chattering, Sitting on the pillow-like couch forced to listen to K-pop. I am from years of Beybattle clashes with brothers, A computer projecting co-op competitive games and digital friends, The counter filled with nigerian food of all colours, A moment of excitement everyday. I am from home