MY CHILDHOOD



                  ’My Childhood'

The neighborhood that I grew up had no huge buildings or flats and inverters or AC's at that time.

There were huts with the floors mopped with gravel sand and cow dung.

There were no smart phones or inverters so when the lights were gone, our neighbours would lit the candles and would sit outside the verandahs where the elders would talk nonstop.

Us kids would sneak into each others kitchen, steal some of the milk powder and eat it without getting caught.
Playing hide and seek, five stones and many more games were our main priorities at that age.

Playing Ghost game and scaring the shit out of our pants when the ghost catches us, running without our slippers.

Lying in the grass, counting the stars that were shining brightly.

Believing in superstitions like if we stop counting the stars, the lion would kill us in our dreams.

When our parents would give us 2 rs, we would either buy orange candy that gives us 4 pieces or either some Coco suparis.

Stealing mulberries thinking our moms wouldn't notice us but then the stain wouldn't go from our white tshirts and our lips.

Now we can see buildings build up, people hardly coming out from their homes and no kids play like we do.

People that we knew since childhoods are now moving out and settling somewhere we don't know.

Kids these days are more into smartphones and expensive gadgets.
 
The Air we breathe at that time were more hygienic than the air we breathe now.
  
Everything's changed now. Our time were definitely the best with no gadgets, only chasing after true happiness

About this poem

This is about my childhood, my neighbourhood, my everything.

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Written on February 26, 2023

Submitted by rachaelayemi on February 26, 2023

Modified on March 05, 2023

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Stanzas 14
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