This is one of the very few times on this blog, when I write about my personal life. This is what home means to me… I hope you like it… You can drop a comment and tell me what home means to you too 😀 !

Over the years, we’ve lived in so many places. Different countries, different cities, different places in the same city…..
With time, and movement, and travel, and school, I’ve come to learn, that home is not a place.
True, it is more often than not in the confines of one place…at least for a while… But the places change, and the memories remain. The people, the memoirs, the smells, the warmth…. That’s what make it home.
I find home in Adomawuraa’s naughty laughter after she’s poured all the milk into her mouth… Or her serious face when she says ‘Grandma, don’t do that!!’ maybe also in her outrageous crying for absolutely no reason at all…. Home is in Ohemaa’s happy face… NO. MATTER. WHAT! Or it’s in Boii’s annoying banter “Nana, I’m definitely taller than you!” Or in that side smile that daddy does when he’s half asleep and you ask him to go to bed.
Home is mommie’s colourful hair, and boho dressing, and Alex’s ‘quiet’ laugh. Her constant giggling that makes no sense. It’s in Dora’s dramatic long chatter, and her dance moves that never change!
Home is in mum’s joyful singing that can easily put you into a happy mood, and in Unyce’s ability to make anything sound animated….
Home is in Daddy’s long ‘things’ that will always happen every time we ask for money “Is it necessary? Your hair looks fine! Ah, what do you need another pair of shoes for?” Lol!
Home is in Yaw’s funny embrace… and in his contagious laughter, and the animated way his face gets contorted when he laughs… It can will make you laugh for no reason! Home is the smell of his shirts, and the ‘fights’ about shirt and shoe sizes, or most importantly, about wearing shorts! It’s in the way he can be having a normal day-to-day conversation, and still be talking as if he were in a board meeting. 😛
Home is not in Kumasi, or in Tema, or Accra, or in Winneba… Home is not in Ghana or in Malawi, or in Kenya or in the UK…. It’s not in any City or Country known.
Home is where my heart is when I’m trying to study all the many things they expect me to in school. It’s the first thought I have in the morning, when I wake up on Saturday, wishing it was Dad waking me up for Morning Devotions.
It’s in the smell of Coffee, and freshly fried pancakes. Home is Sunday Lunch, when the ‘Omo – Tuo’ is too hot, and I still want to use my hands! It’s in the ‘Ashanti-Man’ bragging that dad does just to make us all laugh “Hw3… wonnim me 3h?!”
It’s where my heart is all the time, no matter how far away I am. Home is where I can be me the most. Home is the best “place” in the world… Where my heart is full, and my soul refreshed…
And for all these and so much more, I can’t stop thanking you, dear God!

Comments (53)

  1. This is beautiful! It is always so heart-warming to know what home means, where home is… As for me, home is anyplace my mother is… Or my friends that I consider family. Home is a feeling of peace of mind and connected hearts. Home is where all the love is.

  2. Elise, you just put your permanent home address on the net????
    Isn’t that dangerous 😁😂🙀😃….
    Awww it’s dangerously good !!!

  3. Home sweet home!
    Home will always accept-welcome you no matter how away you have been.Home in my heart turns the little fighting moments into laughter with time.Surely, home for me is where everything begins…..Nice piece Elise, am home based.

  4. I admire the confidence in your writings Elise and must confess that the nature of your relentless work from the dawn of history when I started following you until present is just unbelievable. “with time and movement……. I’ve come to learn….. Home is not a place ” a part that intrigues me the most. Indeed it’s not the primary, secondary, tertiary, quaternary….duodenary places we can name is of itself home but…… “is where my heart is full and sound refreshed…… It is where I can be me the most. ”
    Abash Elise!!!!! You’re too much. well done! Keep it going 😀

  5. Nice piece Tirza…Indeed “Home is where I could be me most,it’s the best place in the world where my heart is full and my soul refreshed.”

  6. Soothing and heart warming piece. I’ve just been inspired once again to release my next masterpiece…
    I miss home though… 6 Months away from home…
    Thanks Elise.

    1. Hahaha, Sylvia I’m absolutely sure I’ll love Winneba…. but I mentioned home is not Accra or Kumasi either lol! I’m glad you liked it!!

  7. Ok so Yaw is the boyfriend I guess and you like to sniff his shirts. Home is an activity or game your family members play.
    P.s. I’ve been to only Ghana and ghana

    1. LMAO I’ll do a sequel for you wai…”Home is Lois and me sitting on the toilets, having emo moments on skype”😂😂😂

  8. Home never surfaced as a physical edifice, but the moments and memories we make with our relations not necessarily by blood. You really got me thinking.

  9. You’ve shed light on what home actually means, we need this piece in every english language material.
    Great job.

  10. Home is where I can laugh my heart out, talk endlessly and they still can’t help but love meeeee 🙂
    I like the Yaw part though……..
    Roomie!!! Great piece
    I’m always encouraged to write when I read your piece, thanks Yaa Lizzy 🙊

  11. Yaa lizzie, this is brilliant and professionally composed. I wondered why you don’t change careers. Loool.

    1. Haahaha, Uncle James not this name :p
      Trust me, I wonder myself, almost everyday… haha, but let’s see how that goes 😉

  12. Aaaawwww….Ellllliiiiiisssss!!!!! I love it. Lol, and Adomawuraa. Dr. Danso better up his shirt game with some killer perfumes

  13. Home always finds you when you least expect.. It is the Humility you find in the great people, the Oneness of a true friend, the Melodies you hear when sad, and Ecstasy even when in pain. Great piece Elise

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