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A PLACE I CALL HOME

Some few weeks back, seven of us were asked to write a piece on “A Place I call home” in our Booktroverts family, within fractions of seconds, I got lost into series of thoughts that finally streamed into streams and oceans of practical meditation.

Even now that my fingers are punching these letters on my keypad, I cannot say I have fully deciphered the connotative and denotative meaning of what home is; hence the words that flowed and followed  these ones are just a feeble attempt at scratching the concept of a place I call home.

At the sound of the monosyllabic word “Home” what imagery piqued the curiosity of your mental faculty and reasoning? A structure or building erected with a father, mother and handful of kids right? Trust me that is the first imagery that will plunge our minds from the onset just like A, B, C, D, invade us at the sound of the alphabets. Well! I know you have your understanding and concept of home, permit me to humbly share with you my little insight of a place I call home.

A home is a place where you are simply yourself, where you find yourself and in you others find themselves. A home is a place where you find succor, a place where you find comfort in times of mourning, where you find refuge and shelter from the storm of life, and where you find order and stillness from the raucous chaotic disorder of life.

A home is a place where you discover your true potential and the favourable atmosphere to learn how to bring them to fore. A home is a place where you are given all the necessary support needed to be your best, a place where your fullness is appreciated without you receiving half attitude that does no one good. A home is never judgmental of your mess, a home never gives you that condemning stare, nor will it cast the first stone at you; rather a home will say “neither do I condemn thee, go and sin no more”.

A place I call home never looks down on you no matter how frail you are, a home makes you feel big even if you are the smallest creature on earth. A place I call home sees with the heart and not with the eyes. A place I call home understands you, listens with keen attention to your many nonsense uninterruptedly. A place I call home gives you the attention you need, create time for you out of no time, treasure you and above all know that every moment of life is worth spending with you.

A place I call home is that place where you are loved, respected, valued, cherished, honoured, treasured, and treated fairly and equally.  A home is that place that believes in you, your dreams and aspirations, it is that place that sees and brings the best in you.

A place I call home is that atmosphere where you come across people that tell you: “so I am not alone”, “thank goodness we are many” etcetera etcetera. A home is that place where you come with your passion, likes, hobbies and your craziness and you are free as a bird in the opened sky to exhibit them. A place I call home is simply a place where you find men and women of like minds and passions as you.

Over the years of my journey so far in life, I have encountered many homes outside of my physical home; I have enjoyed the welcoming comfort of homes without walls. I have found home in persons, friends,  BookTroverts, Jenta Reads Initiative, situations, experiences, books, movies, fellowships, the process of sharing, the art of motivating and inspiring others, in singing and even in my hard times because they bring to bear my real self.

A place I call home knows you are not perfect, yet embraces you perfectly, a place I call home knows you are flawed yet releases the flow from the fountain to flush away your many different flaws. A place I call home accepts your mess only to turn it into a miracle, take your scars and make them shining stars and take in the deposit of your pains only for you to withdraw gain.  A place I call home forgives you seventy times seven and that will just be the start.


Now the question worth answering finally here is: where then is that place call home? Just like me, you can find a place call home in people, places, and relationships, experiences of life and above all in Jesus.

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