Go Home
Six months.
That’s how long it’s been since I packed up my life and moved to a strange land, chasing dreams, growth, and purpose. But no one quite tells you that “chasing purpose” can feel like walking barefoot on gravel.
Life came at me fast. School was intense. Work was unrelenting. Adulthood? Let's just say it showed up at my door wearing combat boots.
From being the girl whose mum used to help out with chores, meals, and market runs... I became the woman who does it all. Cooking. Cleaning. Studying. Working. Encouraging others and showing up when I barely had anything left to give.
I remember one day, my legs were so swollen I couldn’t stand straight. But I kept moving. Because when you’re in a new place, surrounded by unfamiliar faces, the only person you can really count on is…you.
Still, I hit a wall. Not the kind you see coming, but the kind that whispers “You need a break” when your heart is too tired to respond.
So, I went home.
Not Nigeria-home. Not just a location.
I went home to people who know me, who see me, the kind of home that doesn’t need four walls to be called home. I went to Daddy—my safe place.
We cracked old jokes that never get old. Shared food with no filter or formality. Recited children’s church memory verses like we never left. We prayed. We laughed. We cut cake. We cried about our challenges. And we remembered who we were before life started punching.
In that moment, I felt alive again. Like I was stitched back together in places I didn’t even know were torn.
And I realized something. I’m coming from love.
That’s why I crave safe spaces. That’s why I can’t survive in environments soaked in tension, competition, or emotional neglect. My roots are deep in love, laughter, and presence. And any place that lacks that? I can’t bloom there.
So, when you feel lost, burnt out, or like you’ve been fighting too long, go home. Find your people. Find your peace. Refill your soul. And come back stronger.
Now, tell me, where is home for you?
Drop it in the comments. I’d love to know where your heart finds rest.
Beautiful words! For me, home is being surrounded by people who uplift and support me, doing things that bring me joy and fulfillment. It's about feeling grounded and at peace, regardless of the physical location. There's no place like home.
Well, articulated. This indeed is a good read! Truly there's no place like home and we all deserve that safe haven we can refer to as HOME.
For me, HOME is being amongst the individuals with shared beliefs, where being myself won't be considered troubling and rendering my voice won't be a noise but a force...