I saw her again few days ago, a long lost friend and all the childhood memories came back. I saw her as she was crossing the road outside the University gate. I screamed her name and she looked, ran back and hugged me while shouting. People stared but we didn't care. We talked and laughed at all the
As a child, there were some things I saw as rare privileges reserved only for the ‘rich’. Having access to eggs was one of them. Yes, eggs, those oval shaped foods. Did I just say food? Yes, food. The ones hens and other birds lay (hen's eggs are the most common in Onitsha where we resided).
The rainy season has always being my best season of the year. I loved it because of the rain. As a child, I loved the feeling of running about in the rain naked, playing with friends, pouring away dirt inside the gutters (even after incessant warnings by the Waste Management people), and parading about
Rana was her name, she was a round plump thing, cute in a wierd kinda worm way. Rana grew up in a place everyone called the stomach, it was the only home she knew and she had the best childhood memories here. It was home. It was paradise.
I hear a lot of stories about ghosts people a lot in the area where I live in, sometimes when I surf on internet I would stumble on some rare videos of ghost sightings but I never believed them, ghosts to me don't exist,
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