There are moments & there are Moments. The practical difference is the "Life & Beauty" embedded in each of them. We all have memories; memories that brought out the best of the lively smile in us, the undisputed agility of our bones & the priceless jokes in our gathering of plenty.
Those days when boys worries were shy in action. Back then before now, whenever I call her name she responds in a healthy tone. She was an epitome of humility & Natural Beauty concentration. The descriptive situation now is a distant stranger to her erstwhile self. Talk about her bro, that guy surprises me more. He was my tighti padi before he changed his gear. Change is constant! Change is necessary! All this I know. But sometimes it operates without considering the bond, the flow, the parole boys once shared, or had in common. I near cry when I remember those days of the bicycle renting, Ps1 playing, Tyre rolling, tricky games, funny jokes, the days of wyning, the days of the undoubted joy derived.
All of a sudden, boys packed the bags, cleaned the shoes, dusted the hands, shaked the head, stretched the neck and bought a "Hustle form". & that was it..................... Boys never looked back. The spring of the fun house lacked audience and it got dried. Same to the skirt owners, they were more vulnerable to the strict changes. They began to frown their welcoming smile & they changed totally, suffocating any traces of a once "Shy & Beauty" person. Well! What can I say?............ This change is Harsh (Ash), it coloured the Priceless Memories of the Before. I Miss Those Days. I Miss Una, My Guys Them.
GOD Bless Us All
#Peace.

By Olowo Tosin John

Nice write up

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feldido:
Nice write up

Thanks Boss. I appreciate.