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The wind of Christmas blows and the memories of Childhood are
stimulated. Every street by now in Igogoro is adorn with over grown elephant
grasses with thorns marking the proximity of Ợkpa Uche prior
to that of Christmas. This is the period when all eyes look up in anticipation
of the relatives coming home. Everything can be killed in my mind except
nostalgia for my village, I carry it in the color of my eyes, in every love
affair, in everything that deeply torments and unties and tricks, I cannot
forget that this is the time my parents procure my Christmas cloths with that
of my siblings from Eke Ozzi(Ogrute). Most of us who grew up with activities
done in the village, know that 20th of every November (Ợkpa Uche
festival) is a day we would want to be celebrated every day, and as time moves
on, that line of nostalgia will keep moving forward even when the wind of life
has taken some of us far from home. I am grateful for
the home I have, knowing that at every moment at home, all I have is all I
need. Gladys M. Hunt, in his work “Honey
for a Child's Heart” answered it better -My favorite definition on Home
is "a safe place," a place where one is free from attack, a place
where one experiences secure relationships and affirmation. It's a place where
people share and understand each other. Its relationships are nurturing. The
people in it do not need to be perfect; instead, they need to be honest,
loving, supportive, recognizing a common humanity that makes all of us open to
each other.” If Home is people, then it was wherever the
people who loved you were, whenever you were together and that is exactly what
the people of Igogoro are to me because they make me feel at Home IGOGORO IS MY
HOME.
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