In the light of the moon's latest display of love towards Earth as I would love to put it, it brought to me memories I shared with the moon while growing up.
When I was about the age of seven or eight thereabout I honestly absolutely believed that the moon was meant for me. Safe to say, I believed God loved me so so much he chose my house as the spot the moon would rise and set. It made me feel special in a way I definitely will fail if I attempt to use words to describe.
I remember walking short distances to nearby shops accompanied by an elder yet feeling comfortably guarded by the moon as well as I watched it follow me to and fro. I actually believed it was mine and mine alone. hahahaha
Imagine my disappointment or should I say 'heart break' when we traveled to our village for Christmas as was the tradition, about three to four hours by land and an average of an hour forty five minutes by water and I saw the moon there!!!!
It was then I told myself this moon got to be joking, It possibly couldn't have followed me all the way! It would have missed its way somehow. This moon isn't mine, it definitely is for everyone. I was hurt for real and from then on, I loved the moon less. hahahahaha
I actually sought for it, I mean this this story. It remains hilarious.Lol!
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ReplyDeleteThis little piece right here is very hilarious. I like the fact that you carefully selected your words which is a perfect illustration of what every little child thinks of the moon while growing up. Kudos to you. ��
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