Hello everyone on hive am back again today I want to talk about my childhood beliefs that are so deeply ingrained in me.
While I was growing up as a child, I
recall that there was a particular time that I and my childhood friends always come out to play and that is when the full moon is out at night. All the elders would sit in our midst to tell us stories that are morally inclined and sometimes scary. This period in time we coined as tales by moonlight.
It was very interesting because lots of us would come out to play under the bright light of the moon, to he extent that we might even go to other communities all in the name of playing. We played games like hide and seek, bread and butter, standard living and london bridge is falling down, until we got tired and became sleepy, then our parents would takes us in to sleep.
It happened one day when the full moon was shining bright, towards the break of dawn. Although I can't recall when exactly it happened but I woke up to the news of my father's passing. I also remember that the full moon was different that day as it appeared with an orange hue that made it appear reddish in colour. We didn't know what it meant then but with my father's death, many people began to ascribe the tragedy to the sign of the blood moon.
Just like they ascribed the crying of crows on a roof to mean the call of death for anyone whose roof the crow cried on, that was how they ascribed the blood moon to my dad's death. As if that was not enough, there was heavy downpour from morning till evening. I heard the elders say that it was because my dad was a great man. I kept this saying in my heart and carried it since then.
Now that I am all grown, I usually think about those past events especially when there is a full moon. Sometimes, I can't help but feel like the full moon is a bad omen, because when I sees it I get reminded of my dad's death and I also get scared as well as I can't shake the feeling of doom that overwhelms me.
I know that scientifically speaking, the moon has no hand in my dad's death and it is just a floating mass in space but I'm still not able to let go of this beliefs. Maybe I just miss my dad and I'm angry with the moon, I don't know
Thanks for reading.
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