You can spot a Bonny person in a crowded city. It is not the accent so much as the way they go quiet when someone mentions the water.
There is a particular hour in the evening when the light on the creek turns copper and every boat looks like it is carrying something precious. People who have lived it never quite stop looking for it elsewhere.
Many leave and come back. Many leave and never do. But the ones who stay away often care more, not less. They send school fees, fund burials, argue about politics on group chats at midnight. Home is not only where you sleep. It is where you are still answerable.
So this one is for the ones abroad too. You are not outside the story. You are the part of it that travels.