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    Author: @femolaa
    Title: the days of childhood
    Twitter: @odukoyafemzie95

    (A Reminiscence)
    The days of childhood, days of complete fun they were. Days, when we children of Oludeji were intimate friends and caregivers. Days when we children hibernated their parent’s calls of duties and devoted their exertions to the strenuous plays in the village square under the sweltering sun. Days when we thought nothing about but the ripen mango in the thick forest of Oludeji.

    Euphoria days they were, when mothers calls us for afternoon meals and we told them “we are fine mama, our bellies are filled with ripen papaya, fresh mango and plucked fruit.” They were days when worried mothers would hit the Oludeji forest shouting their lungs out to call back home sojourn playful children.

    Those were days when we disguised and took shadows under the Iroko tree in abject concentrations fixing meticulously the catapults in our hands as we dare to shoot down the flying vultures radiating the Oludeji sky. “vultures, deadly creatures they are” that was what we were told by our fathers when we would sit down on the mat at night enjoying the cool weather after we would have devoured the appetite wetting pounded yam and couscous ebolo soup our mother would had made for the evening meal.

    “Vultures are deadly. Whenever they perch our tents in the market or perch our kitchen bamboo roofs or perch our house raffia crossbars roofs at night, hooting vociferously, then we began to elope in trepidation for the worst and that means deadly events are to take place, and by dawn dreadful news would sprout the air that someone had committed suicide; a heavily pregnant woman had died during labor with her child or someone was missing” these were the notions our hunter fathers made us had about vultures. “gunnugun” as we call them in the Yoruba parlance. And that was why then, for us children of Oludeji had to take killing postures with our catapults anytime we peruse any flying vulture.

    Our childhood days at Oludeji were days when we were sent to Ogunro River to fetch water with our mold jar. But all we do, we children of Oludeji were, splash waters in playful manners at ourselves, swimmers among us delved into the Ogunro cold water for minutes showcasing their expertise in swimming happily before we would see them heading back to the brook of the river. Girls would excuse themselves, unknowingly checking out their bodies to see who was growing up and who was now having signs of breast. Then, after spending hours in the river, we would drag our nimble feet back to the village with coldness written all over our body as we would dote ourselves to our mother cooking in the thatched kitchen for warmth.

    Fathers would hesitate to take us to the bush for hunting games, telling us “wild animals are always lurking around too, looking for what also to devour; the mighty hyena, the flying antelope and the dreadful impala are dangerous. We your fathers have our ways of taming these animals, we frolic like ‘lami lami’ for these animals not to notice our presence, and we sometimes go breathless to shoot a faraway deer. So this journey will be too hot for you children to handle, leave we your fathers to it” then when our fathers in their hunting apparel would dissolve into the thick Ereke forest in minutes all we would hear then are the sounds of their guns dishing out commands our fathers were giving them.

    Nostalgic days they were for us now, we remember how our mothers told us stories of the greedy tortoise, the country mice and that of the animal kingdom. Those amused us and made us regaling on the ground with laughter. We are now adults; we reminisce those days now and we smile at how careless and carefree we were. Now we ourselves, as adults’ looks forward to having our own children and letting them enjoy the ‘life of childhood’ the ways we enjoyed them in our own childhood days, and to dote them with affections of parenthood.


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    Fb- ademola adebimpebarakah
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    smiles, nice write up bro

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    senator daniel
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    nice write up

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    Gone are those days.

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    Nice one bro

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    Seriously, childhood days are fun

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    Hmm nice writeup
    I wish i could watch mine in a cassette cause it was really fun

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    Nice write up

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