Beautiful Nostalgia

Hello loves!
My exams have been going fine. The struggle continues.
 Yesterday, some children were playing and screaming around my corridor while I was trying to redirect my focus from wondering why people who support rape start their 'intelligent' argument with, "I don't support rape but,..." and imagining the perfect punishments for rapists to reading for an exam I have on Wednesday. I was already annoyed at the alarming number of people subtly supporting rape on social media and to crown it all, everywhere was hot. There hasn't been power for some days on stretch and since I am currently not in good terms with my 'I pass my neighbour' because, it has decided to be a one week, one trouble kind of headache.
A loud scream was the last straw that broke the camel's back. I put on proper clothes and charged outside to drive them away from my window and corridor. A little boy was holding a tooth and crying while four other boys surrounded him. An older one was examining and blowing air into his mouth. All my anger vanished. Upon inquiry, it appeared they were playing football using the little ball found in roll-on deodorants and while dribbling as the older boy narrated, he fell face flat thereby forcing out an already shaky tooth.
The next thing that came into my mind was to ask him to throw it over the roof. His mother surfaced upon hearing his cries. She was already in a rage for who 'beat' her child. I no fit laugh.

That experience brought back some childhood memories. Although growing up, my siblings and I weren't really allowed to socialise. We had no friends in our neighbourhood. Our social network was only in school and, my maternal cousins. The only memory I have of our fellow children visiting was to come and pick ripe fallen fruits from our udara tree which ofcourse was only when my parents were home. We actually had some of the fun amongst ourselves and never for once felt like we were missing out especially when my maternal cousins came for sleepovers and weekends or, we went over. I relish these memories.

Once we lose a milk teeth, it's thrown on the roof with hope a red headed lizard will swallow it in return for another.

I remember making this kite with my siblings. We ran around the compound with it. Our joy profound as it floats in air. Our names were written on paper and taped to our individual kites to avoid problems.


My siblings and I cooked up storms in our "mummy and daddy plays" using grass, sand, empty, sticks and tomato containers which didn't fail to cut us. If we wanted to be adventurous, we tampered with my mother's raw rice and beans.


This was when biscuits had 'butter' inbetween them. We actually licked the 'butter' before eating the biscuits. Now, the 'butter' that was inbetween one, is used for the whole pack.


In my primary school days, anyone that had this type of water bottle, was on a whole different level. God knows how hard I cried before my mum got me something similar to this. The owner sucked water from the 'teat like' opening while 'beggars' drank from the cover.


Playing under the rain which was only done in the absence of my parents was something joyful. We stripped our clothes before running and dancing under the rain just like in the picture to rewear them when the rain stops or, we hear my Father's horn announcing their arrival to avoid any form of suspicion.


Building sand castles (houses) especially with our feet was fun. I remember 'baking' some delicious cakes with sand too and decorating them with broomsticks.


This was for rewarding only those that behaved well and did their chores when my parents were away.


Drinking tap water in primary school sometimes straight from the tap like this felt and still feels good. To confess, I didn't and haven't dropped this behaviour. I feel it tastes better and cooler than 'potable' water. It's taste is only second to water gotten from my Grandfather's idu (claypot that was used to store drinking water) before it got broken and was never replaced.
Nobody should remind me of Cholera or, ask me to boil it because, that spoils it's unique taste puleez.


We built boats from paper and watched them float on water poured into buckets and bowls. Whoever's boat got soaked up and sank last was badass. We also made aeroplanes from paper.


Whenever electricity was restored, whoever got hold of the remote first would lord over the television. Any other person disagreeing to what was being played will place a hand over the CD player or, decoder just like in the picture. TV fights were one of our serious fights and we ended up damaging some things.
In a similar struggle, the remote got spoilt making my father promise never to repair it till further notice. Well, he did about 10 years later which happened to be last year😂. So, let's say I didn't contribute to any TV or, movie gist during breaktime in school and, I have no clue on what some popular TV shows back then like 'Papa Ajasco', 'Nneka', and the rest were like.



I remember these slides from primary school. We had metallic ones.
 Once the bell announcing breaktime rings, there's a massive rush for the slides on the playground. Although it was a bit rusty and super hot on sunny days. It was still a hot cake. While on it, my only focus in life was holding the back and front hem of my school uniform which was a gown tightly. Making sure it doesn't go up along the ride both so the heated metal won't deal with my poor bum and I didn't want the boys below the slide to see the color of my pant biko.
The slides became restricted I guess probably because, they became too rusty and dangerous. I'm not too sure.

  Aside these, I remember the game 'swell'. I guess that's how it's spelt. That game you hop on one foot over some markings on the ground with folded lips and a little stone at the back of your palm which must not fall as you hop.
   I  feel nostalgic writing this.😭 Like can I go back to being a child even for a day? Adulting which I had fantasized as being stressfree, independent and rosy isn't half like that.
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 Meanwhile although you already know, Big Brother Naija has begun and for the first time since the programme started, I think I will be following it so, you might be getting some tea here.😜

.Disclaimer:ALL PICTURES USED HERE AREN'T MINE AND, I OWN NO RIGHT (S) WHATSOEVER TO THEM.
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Love and Light
Nono❤
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