My childhood...
Welcome to a glimpse of my early days. I don't remember much before I was four years and four months old. My memories began from the days that led up to the birth of baby Joy. I was awestruck at the sight of her. She was the most beautiful little being I had ever seen. I stood next to her crib all through the visit, wondering what was going through her mind.
With the Yuletide season came preparations to go home. I went through an entire year, every year; looking forward to my birthday and the annual trip to the village for Christmas. My mum my hero. She would ensure almost everything we may need was bought and packed for this long journey. From indomie to live fowl to rice to goat to Christmas decorations to maggi tomatoes beverages corned beef the list was endless.
During those trips, I learnt to be accountable and alert. She would tell us to always know by heart the total number of boxes, "Ghana must go", and anything else. It was a journey that involved both land and water so there was always transit. The moving of all our belongings safely from two cars to a boat in a busy park was somehow headache but when you'r little, you just do as you're told and you'll be fine.
My mum would take the pain every single time to tell us the name of each village. I never stopped wondering why we were not from the ones that weren't far. In her words, our village was the last which also made me wonder what existed after our village because the river of course continued. She would say in fluent Ijaw this is this village; remember Mr A? His wife's mother was from this village until she got married and moved to the village I showed you fifteen minutes ago. My siblings and I: okay.🤣
She would say to us that the villages on the left were Delta State and those on the right were Bayelsa state.
To be continued
Life in the village.
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