MEMORIES OF THE CHILDHOOD
There was this time that has passed in our lives but the memories can never be forgotten, they are rather cherished till the end of the age.
When there was absolutely nothing taking huge space in our hearts. We play with a radiant smile coming to play on our faces and launched us into an amazing dreamland. We were so young that all that matters to us was to eat, slept and urinated on our wears that would be thoroughly washed by our parents or guardians.
We played all sort of games that activated unbelievable spell of joy in our hearts, games like dancing nakedly in the rain, singing, running nakedly on the streets and playing of football like it was the oxygen that sustained our existence.
There is nothing as interesting as childhood era, we were so intoxicated by this inexplicable joy that emanated from our hearts that was evidently displayed on our faces, I must admit we did switch into dangerous games like rolling of the tires on the street, playing football with our bare feet and all sort of that.
I could remember when I and my friends silently entered into Baba Ologba's garden and plucked pawpaw, sugar cane and other harvestable products and we were graciously saved throughout the operations(smile),you call it stealing , we called it fun , we did come from a fairly rich family,in fact we lacked nothing good given to us by our learned and caring parents, I guess it was because we were young and inexperienced.
I still vividly remember that particular time, we were sent to buy solid pap commonly called Agidi from mama Idris in the night and on getting there we were stuck watching a film titled Ige Adubi and this took my Dad hours to find us, On getting home, I must confess that was the worst beatings of our lives.
I still flash into the memories how scary we were each time we heard the sound of my late Dad's footsteps, we would be found putting things into order before he finally settled inside, because he was a very strict man.
I remember when I thought I was in love with a girl named Bimpe, any time I wanted to go see her, I needed to come up with a packaged lie, like I wanted to buy a set of batteries for my small Palito radio and at the end of it all, I would be caught and seriously dealt with by my late father.
I still can't forget those things I personally cherished, things like kulikuli(sure), rubber band and video games like Mario, Terminator, Contra, Zippy Race, Mortal Kombat and others.
I smile each time I remember how sad I felt back then when the ball that was bought for me as a promised gift from my mom when I passed my common entrance examinations excellently well and the bouncing ball got truncated through a sharp object when it was being played. My friends began to sing one funny song for me;boolu Kehinde dagbere faye.
It was full of fun because we had nothing to do other than to take our balls and play it, our books and read it, our food and eat it, to move our body and endlessly dance and run nakedly in the rain without minding the fact that we could be swept off down to the ground by the heavy rain, the beans we cooked with unseparated dirty particles, the dangerous and forbidden places we visited without seeking for our parents' consent or permission and stuffs like that.
I guess that was one of the reasons Jay z said in his song that 'I wanna be forever young" I guess I want to and what about you?.
The era of childhood did not permit any issue of heartbreak, no responsibilities that could weigh us down;no bills to pay, it was all shouldered on by our parents but now many of us have grown into full maturity and responsibilities are found crying like a baby who misses the nutritious breasts of his mother for survival in life.
Our brains and our hearts have fully matured and have successfully launched us into the duties and obligations of our existence. We can't just sit doing nothing, we now have duties to complete, bills to pay, goals to be achieved in life.
The childhood era was actually fun for many, though not for all. It was a fantastic one for me.
I love you.
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