THE HOUSE

It's a place to lay our head after the day's struggles and it provides us with security... This particular house has come to mean a lot to my family-more than we want to think of or appreciate...The significance of the house has always been underestimated...the house in question is my aunt's...the realization of its significance fully dawned on me yesterday morning-when my mum woke me up to tell we had to leave for the house...lately i have avoided visiting the house...something has always pulled me away from it...yet i run to it there's no where else to go...actually there is no where else to go to...whenever i have a fight with my mum and i want to leave our house...i move to the house...i partly grew up in the house...my childhood and secondary school days was spent shuttling between the house and my mothers'...whenever my mum was out of town...i was there...Holidays was spent there...even weekends are not left out...

Six years back when the bomb blast occurred in the military cantonment...we ran to the house...We always run to the house whenever the need arises...my family seen to feel secure when they are there- even though we always disagree with the inhabitants on almost all issues...


As the days go by...i guess i would appreciate the house more and more...time will come when i no longer be able to run to it-because i will move on with and the life might actually cease to exist...whichever way, it is still there for the time...


♥ Lara

SETTLING IN

Finally moved out of my neighborhood of 14 years in march...it about 20 years of my mother's life...was actually not around for the moving...just got a call from my mum that we have moved and I had to change directions...

I have actually looked forward too moving out of that end and particularly the house for a very long time...I have never felt in place in the area...The end and its people had always been to loud for me...the few friends I made have all moved out of the end and I've felt out of place for a long time...

The fact that we would wake up in the morning and not face some lousy landlady is one thing that gives me joy...at least I can now call my self a landlady's daughter (yeah right!)...it does feel good to be one...

My new end is actually far-cant dispute that fact; would actually miss my old end for its nearness to town-it is situated in the centre of Lagos and leads to almost all part...My new end takes like forever to get to...at least people would really have to think twice before coming over to visit unannounced...

My ability to adapt in this new environment is still shaking...spend most of my time in school for now and i usually go home for the weekends which is usually on Saturdays and late in the evening. I have not had the time to explore the area...my days at home is spent washing and sleeping (got to rest after all the stress in school)...

Being a reserved person...don't have issues with the quietness of the end...cool with it for now...