Nostalgia

                     

I remember festivity when we cloud dawn with a bright smile,
Back in the days when our treasured item is the new pair of undergarments mama unwrapped.
We jump into dawn with undies smiling brightly
With our cheap sun shades shining and smiling uncontrollably, 
Kissing the sun ray with intense passion.
Our legs stocked in our newly oversized shoes
Making sure we tread the floor with the sole of our shoes rebounding the ground with the resounding echoes of Ko! Ko!! ka!!!.

Our filial body exhumes aural of contagious happiness 
Making sure we walk at least a crooked mile.
Flaunting everything we are glad in.

Those days were the only days' Mothers never engaged in the bathing battle.
Each kid obediently stood erect, shivering with happiness waiting to be washed clean.
Even seasonal brushing meet its contracted date.
With teeth pined together obediently with periodic sneak attacks of the tongue licking the delicious toothpaste, and groaning caused by controlled pain.

Loud music blasting through every corridor
That we all have to speak at the top of our voices.
And the eerie atmosphere caused by generator machine war!

Our filial mind was never bothered by this at the very least but rather we enjoyed the liberty of shouting at the top of our voices.

Some of us form a team taking turns in tasting the different delicacies each team member's mother had prepared.
It's mysterious that our taste buds certainly would lose the ability to differentiate between which food is savoury or which isn't.
All meals taste like paradise.
What makes it more alluring is the different magnanimous proteins standing gallantly at the centre.
Our stomach suddenly has a boost as it protruded some inches more than a pregnant woman.

The street gets flooded with the young mundane roaming the bright littered street with oversized garments meant to serve us through 4 seasons to come.....

Those who curtly greet eat the dust responsibly, 
And knees cut from greetings as rude smiles are Replaced with bright smiles just to earn some changes to brag about.

Even the stingy old geezers will cunningly extort our young souls by sending us errands to earn a few kobos from them.
But of course, the ever caring and beloved ones
Would be charmed by our act and remark aloud "Ekare! Eyin omoluabi" tuck their hands in their regalia and wrap some few changes in our fist.

Evening greets the Dawn with elegant amours stained with the blood of the war fought during the day.
Mouth littered with orange platelets and dents gap filled with stocked flesh and bones and the ones bright and charming arranged dental armies surfers some lost and most of the battalion lost their stands during the daily battle.

 After the heavy thuds on the mats, our filial eyes immediately close, Transporting us to the dream world straight, leaving behind our majestic ear piecing snores! Which effect revibrate surrounding airs, making it quake in furiously and our soft cheek smacked by soft and fragile flesh which sensation holds as surety of love and commitments.
Making us freely transverse the magical dream world ùnrestrained. our remaining faces plastered with a fulfilling smile.

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