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A certain pain grips me,
The weight of loneliness unbearable.
Far, far away from my friends and family.
I think of the rains, sunshine,
I remember the planting and the harvesting,
The trees, the green grass, the abundant fruits, the running streams…
I thirst for the rain water,
I thirst for the fruits,
I starve of the smiling faces,
I starve of home food.
Here in this land dry and humid,
Here where food is a luxury,
Here where friends are scarce,
I long for home- Distant home!
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AJI JAMES
I developed an interest in writing in primary school, where writing and documenting the stories that were told in the evenings when the family gathered around the fireside was a hobby.
This interest increased when I travelled to Nigeria for university studies. My thoughts found a way of expression through poetry, which I had hitherto thought very complicated.
I presently have over fifty poems, a little below twenty short stories, and several articles on diverse social issues.
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