The last time I set foot in my parents’ home, I was fresh out of my first year in university in America. I got my flight ticket to go home, and as I was doing an internship with Coca-Cola in Lagos, I was home for only a few weeks. In that week plus and something odd days, both my parents traveled at different times, so I was home with my sister and cousin for some time. I only saw one of my brothers for one to two nights- as he popped by home to say hello to me and return to boarding school. You get the picture, I didn’t spend quality time with my family, and as I didn’t know that I wasn’t going to be home for the next few years, it didn’t bother me much.
But the years have flown by, I’m now a college graduate, and have a full-time job. And I have many, many milestones to count, especially in my walk with God. If you’ve been reading my blog for some time now, then you know the story.
Anyway, as God’s time is the best, I’m finally going home. My flight leaves tonight and in a few short hours, I’ll be with my mother and father and brother and sister. I have one brother who I won’t see for a while, but it’s fine, I’ll see him soon.
I’m so excited about going home that I’ve been staring at my suitcases the entire day and I haven’t even done final packing- I can’t believe it’s finally happening, so I can’t move. I know, it’s the opposite reaction, right? Most people would be ready to go for days and days, but for me, it hasn’t yet sunk in that when I get on a plane, and another plane, my family will be waiting for me at the airport.
I’m going home! To eat my mother’s food and watch news with my father (haha, yes it’s a pretty traditional setup.) I’m going home to watch Nickelodeon with my little sister and get teased by my brother. I can’t believe it. After FOUR whole years, I’m going home.
It’s going to be surreal, it’s going to be emotional, and it’s going to be overwhelming. Most importantly, at this and at every juncture of my life so far, I bask in the grace and glory of God. That I’m returning home a stronger, older, wiser woman than when I left. That my parents will look at me and say yes indeed, this is our child, our daughter. That no matter what, I still have a family to return to. It’s not a privilege that I take for granted. If you have a second to spare, please say “Thank you Jesus for Alheri.”
I’ve been out of blogging for a while now, as I’ve been trying to settle into my new life post-college. But am I back? If Jesus says so! Haha!
Till next time,