Hello, everyone.
I welcome you to my blog. Sometimes when I look back, I just smile and miss the days where I had nothing to worry about, the days where I could eat three square meals and some extra and not spend a penny from my pocket. Those days we really wanted to become adults so we could enjoy what adults enjoy, but now as an adult, all I can say is that adult never really enjoyed anything, just bills to clear, bills after bills more like it is never ending. Sometimes it feels like the world does promo with problems to solve; you solve one and get two free, and it is exactly what adults need to deal with every day of their lives. If only they spoke about it, then many of us as kids would have loved to be kids a little longer.
I keep saying that our childhood days are one of those phases of our lives where we are genuinely happy with very little to worry about, almost nothing to worry about, as our parents were there to make sure everything and more was provided and all we needed to do was just ask and it shall be provided. Today it is not so, and I tend to miss the days where I did not work but got everything, but funny how today as an adult I work and still don't get everything I want.
One memory that keeps me laughing whenever I remember is how my mom forced us to enroll in extra moral classes. My siblings and I told her we didn't like it and we were good with whatever we were taught in school, but she insisted and used her authority to get us to register. My siblings fell in love with going to this class, but I did not, and for that reason I did not last long there. I went to the class for about one week, and I made friends with like-minded people. We leave home for this class but never really go for it.
Sometimes we dash out to play football, and when it is about time for dismissal, we look for a nearby tap, wash our legs, and clean up, then join other kids on their way home and make it look like we were all together in class, and this was really fun. We got so deep into it and always liked forward to 4 p.m every day just to carry out our regular routine. The tutor then reported to my mom that I have been skipping classes for sometime but my siblings don't, and she wants to know why. My mom was shocked but did not tell me she heard anything.
It was a Monday; we left home for class as usual, and I gave my siblings my book to hold, and I would collect it later when they dismiss, and I left to play football as usual. It was 6 pm and time for dismissal as usual; we never miss it. I rushed to clean up so as to join other kids on their way home, only to get there and meet my mom with the group of other kids waiting patiently for me to show up. That Monday was quite cloudy, and so were my eyes 😂. She beat hell out of me, and I could not even see clearly because of the tears running down my eyes.