A Place with Sweet Memories There is a place I hold close to my heart, which never fails to relax and recharge me. A place, where nature consumes me entirely, where I start hearing my heartbeat, listening to myself, and finally escape the urban life. Most important of all, I get to connect with my roots and my history. A tiny village tucked far away from big cities, is where I reconnect with myself and with my past.
During my childhood in Ogun State, summers were spent with my grandparents in a miniature village Melegun, hiding from the rest of the world between the untouched hills and the crystal clear lakes in the Northern part of the country. This village could only be accessed on foot after a long overnight train ride through the less populated parts of my Motherland.
I walked upon an unpaved dirt road with the river Amu, on my right and gentle green grassy hills to my left. As I ambled along, my senses began to sharpen. I closed my eyes and breathed in deeply. The crisp, sweet air smelled like fresh hay, milk, and honey, as many people kept small farms in that region. The pollutants that clogged my nose less than twenty-four hours ago seemed a distant memory. The sound of the wind playing in the trees and geese honking at the river bank was a promise from nature that life was about to get better. As I opened my eyes, the morning sun rays sparkled, playing tag in the dewdrops clinging to blooming.
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