16/09/2022
WHO CREATED THE THIEF
How did he sneak in? Were we all asleep? How did this happen?
All in a sudden, we lost everything and have become prisoners to illusion. Detained by the craft of our hands, tricked out of reality to a world of lies and pretence for we do nothing other than blowing smoke.
I was served a comfort food but it rather has intoxicated my mind and left me sitting on the fence. "We want to make papers" "we want to bring home the bacon" has succeeded as the leading excuse to this controversy abandoning us to frustration and depression.
Who did this to us? Who stole the baton our fore fathers passed on? Who destroyed the family they created? How did we lost link to those good old days when we enjoy the simplicity in humanity. Days of undiluted communication and connection, hearty intimacy with joy that knows no bounds. Days when children play around time from street football on raining days to Suwe during weekends and long holidays. For we passed all courses in childhood University. Days when parents and elderly ones were the best box of entertainment. Ohh! what a mess we have become.
May be we need a journey behind time bringing back those good old days. Those good memories that bring back memories that bring back you.
The memories of TEN-TEN keep flashing back to my head even though I did not really play this game. My sisters and her friends will engage in the game while we sing at the background mimicking them. The involvement of hands and legs movement make this game even more interesting.
What about SUWE? One of my favourite. I can't forget drawing multiple squared within a big rectangle on the floor, then each player hops on one leg after throwing a pebble in a square.
Would I ever forget the favourite hide and seek game that most often involve everybody? BOJU-BOJU. In this case the seeker must sing. The song is sang in different Nigerian languages which may relate to; "Close your eyes, close your eyes, a masquerade is coming. Should I open my eyes? While other children find their hiding place until they give the seeker permission to open his or her eyes.
WHO IS IN THE GARDEN! A special delight for friends. I can still remember the call "make a big circle" and the respond "like your mother's cooking pot" and then comes the beautiful song "who is in the garden? A little fine girl. Can I come and see her? No no no no. If you have your money, you can come and see her. You should follow me.
Can I ever get my mind off the entertaining skit we had in our days? WHEN WILL YOU MARRY ME. This involves random questions that must be answered while the rope is been skipped by the player. Questions asked usually are; when will you marry, this year, next year, single forever? How many cars would you buy? And so on.
To continue with child hood memories, I will also mention; WILLY-WILLY,
IN-OUT,
FIRE ON THE MOUNTAIN,
THUG OF WAR,
TINKO TINKO,
POLICE AND THIEF,
AYO and many others.
TV series include ; TALE BY MOON LIGHT, PAPA AJASCO, ZEBREDIAH, SUPER STORY. They are just too numerous to mention.
Christmas comes in with loads of excitement with the street father Christmas in the view.
In a moment I find myself smiling at memories like a teenage girl who is been tissed by her admirer, but in a flash I'm back to default. Oh What a drunkard experience.
I sink in a bleeding tears that knows no dry and in sweat flowing like the fountain of Salvador. When I try to speak, all I could is a bitter bleat competing with the taste of a dogo yaro leaf. I've been forced into a relationship with depression by this unfortunate reality always gazing at us.
Who stole those hommy joy and love we shared together. We have been exploited and made vulnerable to life; for we now have no regards to humanity and the warmth of togetherness.our happiness has been channel to a device we built with our own hands. In search of connect we've been disconnected.
Behold the bitter truth; The greatest Thief of all time leaves with us.
