The calling of my motherland.

It’s in the blood, or in my DNA, calling me back to the motherland; the place where I was born.

I guess it happens to many as we grow up we move away for work; chasing for “success,” that never comes.

as we stop, taking a breather, the voice from that distance call out. Asking for us to come back.

Ohh how I miss that crowd, dirty, uncivilized place.