Do you remember when nights were always short?
Times of the day at school when it always seemed like the time was paused just to punish us for not liking a particular subject?
Those times saw us being home sick even when we were day pupils or students.
Times of the day at school when it always seemed like the time was paused just to punish us for not liking a particular subject?
Those times saw us being home sick even when we were day pupils or students.
The only times school was fun were when teachers allowed us to play or teachers' meeting commenced towards the closure of school hours.
I miss those days of innocence, Days when our nakedness was our only prove of transparency. We would run out naked in the streets chasing each other with a bowl half filled with water just to splash it on each other's body all in the name of taking our bath. We always loved that part when our parents would scold us to go and bath properly after spending hours already. Those intentional acts of not bathing very well so that we would be sent back.
I remember. I will go and knock at Obinna's door. His dad would always ask who was knocking.
"Obinna, you still dey baff?" My tiny voice always asked.
Whenever his dad was in a bad mood, he would surely transfer the aggression on poor innocent me.
I don't know if you still know how to construct planes and some craft works with paper and build mansions with clay.
Do you still remember those steps in playing ten-ten, the rules in suwe, the pattern of tinko-tinko?
Do you still have the energy to still partake in sack race, cloth race, catcher, form a big circle, wrestle?
"Obinna, you still dey baff?" My tiny voice always asked.
Whenever his dad was in a bad mood, he would surely transfer the aggression on poor innocent me.
I don't know if you still know how to construct planes and some craft works with paper and build mansions with clay.
Do you still remember those steps in playing ten-ten, the rules in suwe, the pattern of tinko-tinko?
Do you still have the energy to still partake in sack race, cloth race, catcher, form a big circle, wrestle?
Do you still remember all the things we could construct with that black thread used in plaiting hair?
Do you remember how long we spent playing rubber band, doing mummy and daddy, hunting for snails, "last person to score" while playing football.
Do you remember how we swam in those shallow wells and played Playstation all day long.
Do you remember how you felt when you first noticed the growth of hairs around your private parts? That was when adulthood began. When things began to fall apart.
Our lives were stereotyped, responsibilities set in, fear of survival gripped us and were told that life isn't more than that.
I miss those days when making it big wasn't my priority, Life was sweeter. What I do now after a long period of work, I try to recap how well I played as a boy. That's the only way I make up for the time I don't have anymore for all those plays.
Do you remember how long we spent playing rubber band, doing mummy and daddy, hunting for snails, "last person to score" while playing football.
Do you remember how we swam in those shallow wells and played Playstation all day long.
Do you remember how you felt when you first noticed the growth of hairs around your private parts? That was when adulthood began. When things began to fall apart.
Our lives were stereotyped, responsibilities set in, fear of survival gripped us and were told that life isn't more than that.
I miss those days when making it big wasn't my priority, Life was sweeter. What I do now after a long period of work, I try to recap how well I played as a boy. That's the only way I make up for the time I don't have anymore for all those plays.
2 comments:
I miss those days too
Sometimes I wish we could turn back the hands of time
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