budaatum:

Naptu's description of life in the 70s and 80s is very not pretty consistent with the childhood of many. And no, nihili, I am not accusing you in any way of saying it was because, you didn't.

In the 70s I had to lug 3 buckets of water up to the third floor where we lived and when the transformer in front of the house blew up, which was just about every 6 months, we'd have no light for 3. The only electronics in the house till Festac 77 was the huge Blaupunkt ma insisted in bringing home from UK and the fridge. Imagine the bliss of world radios when we did have light. Thankfully, candles, lanterns and a torchlight when batteries could be afforded, were good for reading.

In the early 80s we moved to a ground floor but water moved like half a kilometre away and electric was like on a never never. Thankfully, the house behind ours was better pass we the neighbours and I just stuck my book out the window all night and read with the neighbours noisy light which worked for most books but not for studying Maths.

By the mid 80s, childhood? Telly? Not if you want chop you wouldn't, though like Naptu, midnight telly turned down low so as not to get caught, was fun when there was light. But after running along buses all day selling canned coke and eggs you might imagine how night was for sleep alone.

These books saved my life Ishi! I'd have been ignorant and dead otherwise. Some can be downloaded here

illicit:
I used to have a library....

Ishilove:
Until the rats and roaches took over...

Ishilove:

Buda my love, I've been stuck in Chapter 2 of Anthills of the Savannah for months. I don't know what is wrong with me.

I look back at my childhood and can't remember much except for the books. J.H Chase, Enid Blyton and books from the African Writers Series

budaatum:

Naptu's description of life in the 70s and 80s is very not pretty consistent with the childhood of many. And no, nihili, I am not accusing you in any way of saying it was because, you didn't.

In the 70s I had to lug 3 buckets of water up to the third floor where we lived and when the transformer in front of the house blew up, which was just about every 6 months, we'd have no light for 3. The only electronics in the house till Festac 77 was the huge Blaupunkt ma insisted in bringing home from UK and the fridge. Imagine the bliss of world radios when we did have light. Thankfully, candles, lanterns and a torchlight when batteries could be afforded, were good for reading.

In the early 80s we moved to a ground floor but water moved like half a kilometre away and electric was like on a never never. Thankfully, the house behind ours was better pass we the neighbours and I just stuck my book out the window all night and read with the neighbours noisy light which worked for most books but not for studying Maths.

By the mid 80s, childhood? Telly? Not if you want chop you wouldn't, though like Naptu, midnight telly turned down low so as not to get caught, was fun when there was light. But after running along buses all day selling canned coke and eggs you might imagine how night was for sleep alone.

These books saved my life Ishi! I'd have been ignorant and dead otherwise. Some can be downloaded here

budaatum:

I used to keep a list of books I read hoping to one day read them all again but found I'd moved on from such books and could only read a few with much struggle.

Perhaps see book as rafts.

"A man is trapped on one side of a river. On this side of the river, there is great danger and uncertainty; on the far side is safety. But there is no bridge spanning the river, nor is there a ferry to cross over. What to do? The man gathers together logs, leaves, and creepers and by his wit fashions a raft from these materials. By lying on the raft and using his hands and feet as paddles he manages to cross the river from the dangerous side to the side of safety.
https://findingyoursoul.com/2012/11/the-parable-of-the-raft/

Nothing is wrong with you. You just crossed the river and assimiliated and matured. It shows in your reasoning and writing.

Try this if you haven't already.

joseph1832:
Jesus! Just when I always believe I had it rough growing up I discover I actually flexed growing up. Wow!.

Ishilove:

You na botti na. You no know?

joseph1832:
Jesus! Just when I always believe I had it rough growing up I discover I actually flexed growing up. Wow!.

Ishilove:

My word...Buda you have given me a very great gift... Thank you very much ma'am

Khalesie:
I luv u ishi

Ishilove:
This was our Netflix back in the days...

budaatum:

You call that rough, lol. Add walking from Onipan to Ketu to save school bus fare and you'd be getting close. I once paid for half a book because I did not have enough for a whole book. The bookseller gave me a discount for the first 50 or so pages that were missing. I was so happy I got like 500 pages even though I never knew the beginning.

As bad as it seems we still had people come crying to share the little we had because they had much less. I used to be angry when ma gave them my egg and coke money for their child's schoolfees or hospital bills because I'd have less for books. Funny now how my monthly budget for other peoples children's schoolfees exceeds my annual book budget.

Ishilove:
This was our Netflix back in the days...

Ishilove:
This was our Netflix back in the days...

nihilistjnr:


Damn...I used to look forward to the reading list ahead of each school year. I would finish all the literature books in the summer before 1st term resumption.

You're missing a couple of the top including 'Thr bottled Leopard', 'Thr trials of brother Jero', and 'Cry the beloved country'

Obviously all the chinua achebe and Cyprian ekwensi books as well.

Fahdiga:
The good old days. not now that vagina people are talking to men anyhow

Ishilove:
This was our Netflix back in the days...

Ishilove:

This so rude. How is it by the way? You comment on the Op of a thread and still say "that's by the way" and redirect readers to another thread?

Please don't be unfortunate.