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Edder
Student @ University of Abuja
Student @ University of Abuja
BACK TO MY ROOT
<p style="text-align: justify; ">For years, Daniel believed leaving was the same thing as making it.</p><p style="text-align: justify; ">He left the village with one small bag, two shirts, and a promise to his mother.</p><p style="text-align: justify; ">“I’ll come back when I have something to show.”</p><p style="text-align: justify; ">The city welcomed him with noise, bright lights, and a life that moved too quickly to ask questions.</p><p style="text-align: justify; ">Years passed.</p><p style="text-align: justify; ">Daniel got a good job. Bought expensive clothes. Learned how to speak differently. He stopped eating the food he grew up with because it reminded him of where he came from.</p><p style="text-align: justify; ">Whenever his mother called, he was always busy.</p><p style="text-align: justify; ">“Another time, Mama.”</p><p style="text-align: justify; ">Then one evening, she stopped calling.</p><p style="text-align: justify; ">Daniel returned for her burial.</p><p style="text-align: justify; ">The village looked smaller than he remembered.</p><p style="text-align: justify; ">The old mango tree was still there. The dusty road was still there. Even the old wooden chair outside their house was still there.</p><p style="text-align: justify; ">But his mother wasn't.</p><p style="text-align: justify; ">That night, he sat beneath the mango tree and listened to the silence.</p><p style="text-align: justify; ">For the first time in years, he wasn't thinking about promotions, money, or what people in the city thought of him.</p><p style="text-align: justify; ">He was thinking about the boy who had left this place.</p><p style="text-align: justify; ">The boy who used to run barefoot.</p><p style="text-align: justify; ">The boy who knew every face in the village.</p><p style="text-align: justify; ">The boy who once believed that having less did not mean being less.</p><p style="text-align: justify; ">Daniel looked at his expensive shoes, covered in village dust.</p><p style="text-align: justify; ">And somehow, he smiled.</p><p style="text-align: justify; ">He finally understood.</p><p style="text-align: justify; ">He hadn't come back because he had failed in the city.</p><p style="text-align: justify; ">He had come back because somewhere along the way, he had succeeded at becoming someone he no longer recognized.</p><p style="text-align: justify; ">And sometimes, going back isn't moving backwards.</p><p style="text-align: justify; ">Sometimes, it is the first step toward finding yourself again.</p>
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