*DO YOU ALWAYS BRING SOMETHING HOME?*
I travelled with a brother and as we drew closer home, he called his wife giving instructions about what he wanted to eat for dinner: the quantity, quality and density. He omitted a recipe and called again adding to the menu. I asked him what he would be taking home for his family and he waived off the idea. I pulled into a mall and bought some snacks and fruits to give his children. He attempted to eat from them and I humbly gave him his size of “many stripes”.
My father used to trek long distances so he could save one naira (then) to buy twelve wraps of groundnut at wholesale price when he returned home from work. He taught us, in spite of his lowly state then, to always bring something home when we grow up!
What are you bringing home today? Some people bring aggression home as if it was their spouses or children that pushed their day southward? I once had a friend when we were younger, who used to run for cover with his siblings whenever the dad drove into the compound. For some, it was their mother! The party of freedom and excitement ended on the arrival of the mum.
Homes are not built with the gravels of terror. Your spouse and children prayed for your safe journey, missed your presence, hopeful that your contract would be approved, and all you could return with was Ego and crumbs of sliced loaves of frustration which you snacked on. It’s not fair!
If you don’t have the tangibles to bring home, bring a Smile, a Hug, a hot Kiss, a Hi5, a funny story worth sharing, a thoughtful affection, a love letter!
May GOD bless our homes.