An utterly gorgeous piece of writing, Mfoniso. It blew me away. It is strange the way life tends to take us on this journey away from our beginnings, but no matter how far we relocate, either physically, mentally or in the heart, the tug to return is always there. And when we do, years later, it is often only for closure. We realise that the place we once called home, with all its memories and familiarities, no longer looks or feels like the place we once knew so intimately. Because it is the people that make it home, and when they have moved on, the place becomes an empty shell for us. We realise that home is now situated someplace else. !LUV !PIMP
