ChildhoodI woke up on my

June 20, 2023

Childhood

I woke up on my born day

Gat no Breast milk to suck

Due to mammy's condition

Sucking from grandma

T' was a bit strange but beautiful

Got soaked in the stream wisdom of old folks

I grew up in a village

Where everything was fine in my time

The Moon would set in the beauty of star's at night

Dancing with enem-lo (mzu) all over my body

Running with pants through the night with moonlight

I swear that's the beauty of my childhood

All we do is make sure we get our house Chores done n come out to play at night Especially with the Moon n stars

Clapping n dancing to the realms of bird but Never mess around

I remember an Old man in our compound then by name (Papa Nyor-gbor)

Never will I forget him for making my childhood a memorable one

Telling us stories was never a problem to him

Until his Demise n I pray may his gentle soul

Continue to rest with Almighty

But then running from street to street

I was a part of it

And from stream to stream was never allowed

Trust me...

We were happy children

We were blessed children

We were lovely children

But right now

We can't really tell what's going on with this generation

It feels like you don't know your younger ones

It feels like you were never a child

It feels like you will never get to know them

I pray that the Mercy, love n grace of God speak for them

Trust me 199...childhood was beautiful

Which our mistakes was never ignore by our parents.

Joy Ikue @Amazon

April 13, 2023

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