Do you remember our childhood days when we
built castles with mud and caught grasshoppers in
limit time as though our lives depended on it.
When we shot down lizards,and birds with hand
made catapults, jumped unto moving pickup
trucks, and made kites with the most limited
materials. I was there. I was there
When we would give a meat trader(Suya) a
condemned currency and run off into the
moonlight believing we were just as smart as chuck
norris and strong as the actor sylvester stallone .
When we called the main character of the movie
the "actor" and the bad guy we called the "bozz".
We would allow our foot wears in the strong
currents of the drainage systems and chase them
until we got lost ourselves...
eves drooping on the conversations of our elder
ones and using the same pick up lines on the girls
at school.
Climbing into the ceiling and watching the saucy
chicks in the neighborhood bath.....lol
chasing Masquerades with sticks larger and taller
than we were.......only to get whooped with our
very own sticks....s.m.h
When A was for the fruit apple, and b was for boy.
When c was for cat, and D in most cases referred to
man's best friend. when Q was for queen of which
we often wrote "qeen" in place of the former.
we played soccer with virtually anything strong
enough to withstand the force of our cute little
feet
Rain ball was always the game, for no matter how
many times mum scolded, We just couldn't stop
That rhythmical clapping originating from the
female camp where our sisters played "ten ten"
The game where 12 boxes where drawn, and
played with chippings from the ceilings;
WAR STARTED!!!!!!! and we began arguing about who
shot who first.
Alas, those lovely christmas jackets and lightening
shoes which we so loved, and that epic war of
fireworks. Banger we would call it.....
I remember those days when we said "OT YOUR
MASS" where we ought to have said "ON YOUR
MARKS"....
with biro covers and battery terminals, we made a
legacy of the spinning "KOSO"
With no worries, we had rubber bands on our
hands, and cashew seeds in our pockets for fear
that an opportunity might present itself to earn
more, for that was a child's gold coin...
That wonderful brick game which was every child's
dream.....lol
And the innovation of the family com game
console in which we shot ducks in the TV and that
annoying monster would taunt us if we missed (we
usually shot the bastard out of annoyance)
We can't forget "MARIO" just ye tthat lovely sound
theme song.........
the break bell at school signified the time for
"police and thief" and how i so much cherish those
days when the ladies decided to play the role of
the police....s.m.h...lol