Home is not where one was born
It is not where one grew up
It is not where one’s parents live
It is not where one’s ancestors are buried
It is different places for different people
For one, home can be at the fire place beside his mother
For another it could be on a bar stool amidst strangers
Home can be at one’s palatial house
For another, His Single Room in githurai makes him feel at home
For one, it is a warm bed,
For another, it is the toilet seat that embraces his behind.
Home is where one is at ease
Fabio