Moving from Nigeria, there were a lot of things I expected to be different and many things I was going to leave behind but a few things followed me. They were not the traditional clothes, shoes and other little accessories my little suitcase could withhold. They were the stars.
Back in Nigeria, I would sit outside with my grandfather from dusk to the late night and I would pretend I were making a wish. There we would point at the sky, he would tell me folk tales and I would learn a thing or two about life. It was fun.
Now I am in a new country where sky scrapers obstruct most of the heaven but my favorite correlation, the three stars in a diagonal, are still there, stalking me.
Even though most things in my life has changed, I am no longer that little girl but a grown woman and have no time for star gazing, I always feel at home when I see them because then I know that somethings will never change.