₦airaland Forum

WE ONCE LIVED IN A PARADISE

Once upon a time, this pot was found in the kitchen of every family, whether rich or poor.

The kitchen was usually accessible to everyone, including visitors and neighbors.

The pot usually had a cup placed on top of it.

Anyone who was thirsty simply scooped water, drank, and placed the cup back.

Was the cup washed before or after drinking? For where. It was only washed in the morning and never again until the next day.

The Indomie generation will not believe this. That was possible because there was no Nollywood that gave people the impression that society, especially the villages, were occupied by evil men and women looking for whom to p0ison.

It was a time when churchgoers were not told from the pulpit that their predicaments were caused by their family members, neighbors, and friends.

I am talking about a time when it was unheard of for native doctors to brag about possessing the powers to make one rich.

The time I am talking about was a time when uncles were known to be the best friends of their nieces and nephews.

During the holidays, children were moving from one uncle and aunt to another. It was always joyful to see an uncle or an aunt.

Today, there is hardly any die-by-fire prayer without mentioning wicked uncles.

I am talking about a time when children played together and when it was difficult or even impossible to identify the children from wealthy or poor homes.

I decided to post this to remind us that there was a time when we lived in paradise.

wolesmile:
WE ONCE LIVED IN A PARADISE

Once upon a time, this pot was found in the kitchen of every family, whether rich or poor.

The kitchen was usually accessible to everyone, including visitors and neighbors.

The pot usually had a cup placed on top of it.

Anyone who was thirsty simply scooped water, drank, and placed the cup back.

Was the cup washed before or after drinking? For where. It was only washed in the morning and never again until the next day.

The Indomie generation will not believe this. That was possible because there was no Nollywood that gave people the impression that society, especially the villages, were occupied by evil men and women looking for whom to p0ison.

It was a time when churchgoers were not told from the pulpit that their predicaments were caused by their family members, neighbors, and friends.

I am talking about a time when it was unheard of for native doctors to brag about possessing the powers to make one rich.

The time I am talking about was a time when uncles were known to be the best friends of their nieces and nephews.

During the holidays, children were moving from one uncle and aunt to another. It was always joyful to see an uncle or an aunt.

Today, there is hardly any die-by-fire prayer without mentioning wicked uncles.

I am talking about a time when children played together and when it was difficult or even impossible to identify the children from wealthy or poor homes.

I decided to post this to remind us that there was a time when we lived in paradise.

Deep. Painful what this world has become now.