naija music

A friend sent me a link for this artist... this is the kind of music that makes me feel a little homesick... in a good way... I'm loving it :) Her latest song is Jailer... but this is Asa with So Beautiful (no video, just wanted the music!). Seemingly she wrote this song below for her mother:

home

Stand in the mirror you look the same
Just looking for shelter from the cold and the pain
Some want to cover, safe from the rain
And all I want is to be home

i'm loving this song today. i don't know... maybe it's just because it's talking about home...

Home by Foo Fighters

back again...

it has been so long since i wrote anything on here… hard to know where to begin again… in some ways feels as if I’ve never been away, but 2 ½ months later… the calendar, my journal and a few pictures prove I was…

it was so good to be home again. not sure how much i want to write about it all. we’ll see. just is still home… loved the hospital, the driving, the smell of nigeria, the thunderstorms, the worship, the time to run, read, reflect on life… the perfect summer in some ways.

now in an office job and back to reality till uni starts… is going ok but good reminder of why I don’t want to be in an office for the rest of my life!

i probably will quote some of the random stuff i read over the summer over next wee while. one quote sticks out…
"had any other condition been better for you than the one in which you find yourself, then divine love would have place you there." –c.h. spurgeon

home

i'm really looking forward to going home. "home"...one of those ominous words for me because it's not very clear cut... i still cringe when people ask me where i'm from or what my accent is because i have to decide how much to explain of my life. i think now i could say that belfast is feeling more like a home, but nigeria will always have that true home feeling... especially as long as my parents are there. sometimes i think that i have too much of an idealistic perspective of home though... just because i had this unique and very happy childhood. i know that every time i go back it will always be different. most of my friends are scattered round the world. i don't know many people besides family friends. i don't 'fit' as i know i'm not nigerian and yet i'm not really irish either. but, five years on... i still love going back. it's as if i can just be myself again with no pretenses. i guess that's why it still feels like my home.