SWEET HOME..

I finally made it home for christmas.As the days progressed towards christmas i was not so sure of making it home for christmas.I had missed my family,its been months since i was lastly there.My little brother casually joked that one day i will find that the family moved.Really!!
And as our vehicle passed through the long meadering road,i knew i was on my way home.I felt like singing 'Am coming Home' by Nameless.The joy of mising my family was immeasurable.

The rains have done it good on this sides,the view was breathtaking,am so sure that the harvest will be good this season.The mood was bubbly,and as i alighted out of the vehicle i felt change over my life.The way i felt many years ago as a young girl,during christmas time.The village in me never died.As i hugged my family,i couldnt hide my joy,my dad and mum,my three brothers,everyone was around.!!!Even our family dogs welcomed me,they wagged thier tails towards me and i felt a sense of belonging..This is home..I was there for less than 24 hours but those were the most important hours of my life.I had an option of working over christmas but family comes first..thats all we have..and East or west home will always be best.

I am glad i made it to the village this christmas.I am so proud of where i was born and brought up.The people who took part in my upbringing,my neighbours,my teachers,relatives and everyone who moulded me.The end result is what i am now.I am proud of my bright colours,yes yellow is the colour from where i come from...

As the year comes to end,i am so grateful to God to have a family,a place i can call home.Thankyou to you my friends you are a family too.As the year comes to an end i hope and pray that my pen never runs dry..

Its Nzisa.She lived!!