Welcome to the Moth Podcast. I'm your host for this week John Good. This week we have

a story from the Moths Global Program about home and how complicated that word can be.

For me personally for most of my life home was Richmond, Virginia and more specifically

the house I grew up in on the south side of Richmond. That was home. Then at some point

I realized that actually what home was for me was my mother. Wherever my mother was,

that was home. Then I got a bit older, graduated high school, went off to college and college

felt a lot like home. My dorm room, the friends I had made, the community I had created

felt like home to me. Graduated college moved to Atlanta, Georgia

home with the Limit Pepper Wings, all flats right at heart. And Atlanta felt like home.

Limit Pepper Wings always felt like home. I met a very nice young lady we got married

and she became home. Wherever she was was home for me. The marriage did not work out

as half of marriages in America or do not. And did not discover the most important thing.

That actually home was wherever I was. That the most consistent thing in all of these

places I considered home was me. And if I could just accept that I was home, then I could

never lose home again. Our story this week is from Andrew Mude. Andrew

told this story at a global community showcase in partnership with the Aspen Institute's

new voices fellowship. The theme that night in Washington, D.C. was front lines. Here's

Andrew. Live at the mall.

It was a hot but breezy morning in mid-January of 2010. We went in Marciabit town, small,

dusty mountain oasis amidst the sprawling, average range lands of Marciabit district

in northern Kenya. We went to church that was filled to the rafters with local leaders

and curious community members who must have had from the radio or the well oil grapevine

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