The Meaning of Home to Me

I think of home or Nigeria when I hear my parents and grandparents teaching me how to speak Yoruba, meow meow the cats that somehow gets in to the compound, squeak squeak my neighbors squeaky swing when I come to her house and bark bark my neighbors two dogs barking nonstop and acting like they want to come to my house. When I see the blue or pink tablet my dad and cousin, all the homework I get from school that is for my exam, my neighbors two dark brown coloured dogs barking, when I last saw Asmaa, my first friend and when I see me and my sisters in sky blue and navy blue uniform or the golden one with a dark gray dress on top of it. When I smell pap with evaporated milk or powdered milk or milo, the lovely smell of the Aloe Vera plant I planted with my mom and the sticky, stinky tree that produces a really bad odor. When I feel the dry and scorching, hot weather, the prickly Aloe Vera and the giant cut on my toy box. When I taste Amala or Eba with ewe dew, pepper, or begiri, the spicy jellof rice my mom cooks with lots and lots of spice. When I go on an airplane I promise that I will always chew gum because when the plane drops me or picks my ears hurts all the time and chewing gum helps my ears feel relaxed and the plane that I took brought me to Canada.