City of millions – Memoir of the visiting diaspora


Millions outside the city

Yet of the city

Born in the city.

Camping back home for a visit in the city.

Their city.

Where it all began.

A walk through the streets,

Familiar places punctuated by unfamiliar spaces.

Reminisces of childhood,

Names imprinted in memory.

The city;

Growing up we always wanted to be a part of it as grown ups,

They told us

Maybe when we’re older.

Now we are older

Got a degree and everything

Still want to be a part of the city

But also, not really.

It’s not the same.

It’s changed. We’ve changed.

This city

These streets


Familiar? Yes.

Still home? Not sure.

Staying? My flight’s the day after next.

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