We are all pilgrims heading to places of our deepest desire.

We make untold sacrifices for our journey, and when we arrive we find happiness in its fulfilment. But happiness is fleeting. The fulfilment of our desire still does not make the place home.

Home is where all desires are planted. So we return home to find joy. Joy is enduring. When we get home, we tell tales of our journey and the beauty of desires fulfilled. And then new desires are planted. We seek a new pilgrimage. Off we go again.

Home feeds our journey around the world.

– Osasu Oviawe

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