The  memories are so clear,  I can feel the heat, the watery salty water dripping down my face and all over my chest and the rest of my body, its boiling but I love it, the sun never seemed to hide, my family comforts me and I never feel homesick, I even feel at home, the kids play football outside enjoying themselves, laughing when they one of their skills go to another level and they skill up each other, I watch and I find it funny and interesting they ask me to play and agree. I play and enjoy myself. The game finished the sun has finally hibernated.  After I’m done I go back home and my legs and my arms are no longer responding,  my stomach assaults me and so I know its time to eat. The food is lovely, it’s so original and different in a good way, because the culture is different from England’s , I love the food its special and it tastes sweat, it’s an delightful,distinctive,sweat and tasty taste. I have made up with my stomach and so I go outside in garden it’s so much cooler there than the breeze is relaxing,  the perfect temperature, so I sit down and relax sit there lie down for hours, with the wind being my perfect companion.

I arrive back to that same country several years later . There are vast more amount of cars in the city, the city is more smoky and polluted. Its more crowned and populated, the technology has improved. Buts it’s not only that it feels different, the family which I adored and left twice the size of me is somehow shrank. The football pitch which me and friends played in until we couldn’t play any more is the size for kids. My friends now play now PS3 and now they no longer go outside to play football, but instead study more in their rooms

The vivid memories of a beautiful city and intangible land has been dismantled. What was reminded as a cleanest road I had ever seen, now has more homeless on this one road then they are with homes, the pigeons lark around during the day and the rats during the night. I went into the fields I see crows attack the crops which must its hard for the farmers,I also see the chicken and how they are slaughtered, knowing that I begin to appreciate my food,I learn to do so.The litter from what I reminder doesn’t even exist , The people who live here I generally considered that they were all friendly and kind, but see the news and how violent and wicked people are. I also considered my country to be safe but people steal anything possible

But the forgotten but loved sunlight striking upon my chest, and sweaty salty liquid pouring down my chest, the cool relaxing night temperature comforting me until the sunlight tag in again. The disguised heavenly land appeared to be tropical like city.

It’s clear that memories which were not exactly true , a child fooled by his poor observations, brainwashed of his past and blinded by the harsh truth, heaven does not exist here for humanity lives here and so imperfection lurks. This is no heaven its Africa where I would still go to visit again, where the food gives a sense that your finally home,where sun shines for hours where you can be yourself and have fun, and when the moon finally tags in its sense of relaxation feels which that can never altered however old you get.