Health and Safety on this site is very strict indeed! No open flames.
So much so they even insist on fire-retardant Shisha (Hooka) pipes too!

Health and Safety on this site is very strict indeed! No open flames.
So much so they even insist on fire-retardant Shisha (Hooka) pipes too!

I have been traveling so much and for such lengthy time frames over the past few years that I think I have completely lost track of home.
It was just the other day I was talking about my assignment and I said, “It would be nice to go home after this, even for a little while”, to which the response was “Where is home?” A very good question. I can only answer, “Nowhere and everywhere”. I have had so many different places of residence, some long, some short, a place to hang a hat, but nowhere I can just close the door behind me, know that it’s mine and feel 100% safe. Does that place even exist?
Home?
I have a British Passport, am paid in GP£ into a UK account, am based out of a London office but I do not call England my home. I am certainly not English, I pay no rent and I am officially UK non-resident. This suits me for tax.
So where is home then? Were are my roots? I am African! I know that for sure. I have spent so little time there over the last few years but I know that is still God’s country.

One day I will get to go home. When I do, it will be Africa. Mama Africa! It will be good! But for now, I am homeless. A nomad. A gypsy. A drifter. A globe trotter. And I love it!
I’m not running from.
No, I think you got me all wrong.
I don’t regret this life chose for me.
But these places and these faces are getting old
So I’m going home.
Well I’m going home.
~Chris Daughtry