I was raised in ISUIKWUATO LOCAL GOVERNMENT ABIA STATE and I am very proud of my humble beginnings. A time when everyone treated each other like family, we don't care which part of country our neighbors came from or the religion they practice. 👫 We went outside to play on the streets, built dens and climbed trees. We didn't eat fast food🍟🍔....we ate Okpa, Olele, Masa with alot of sugar, Groundnuts, Kulikuli, long life, guruguru, Puff Puff, Buns, akara, jollof rice, Tuwo with Miyan Tawshe, dankwa, Trebor sweets, Alewa, Bazooka gums, Nasco wafers, tsamia, dorowa, Okin biscuits, goruba, garin kwake, agbalumo, ebelebo, and home made food and we got ice cream from the ice-cream man van and bicycle. We played ten-ten, boju-boju (hide and seek🙈), in and out, police and thief, koroso and then enjoyed visiting our neighbors, Families and friends. We also visited the Zoo, Bazzar and Trans amusement park. There was no bottled water🍶, we drank water from the tap🚰or water from the sterling flask. If we had a drink we would share the same bottle of juice...after giving it a wipe with our mucky sleeves, we drank Bramah, Vanilla Ice cream and yoghurt from Fan Milk. We ate a lot of mangoes, Cashew and sugar cane depending on the season, we visit the St Louis to steal fruits and maize. We had a TV only to be switched on at 4 pm on weekdays and 10 am on weekends; some of us had Bitamas and some VHS, we leave church and return home to watch Indian films: rode our bikes 🚲 or played in the rain for hours or sometimes we are on our Boris car made with plank as we call it then .🕰There was no such thing as a mobile phone or any other electronic device 📵, the privileges ones had Nitel Table Phones, even when locked by our parents, we tap to call friends and have the same discussions we had in school an hour after. We weren't AFRAID OF ANYTHING (except maybe the Nurse, the school principal or teachers at school and our parents and sometime the ones we call wicked parent among our parents 😉) If someone had a fight, that's what it was...a fist fight👊. Kids didn't have guns🔫 or knives🔪, we played cowboys & crooks. 🏇The street lights 💡were your curfew or until your Mom shouted out the window. School was mandatory, ✏️📒. The days of walking to school in groups just so we can gist and buy dankuwa, and condense milk with our pocket money. And tales of Kidnapper's scare everywhere and mom would warn us not to collect sweet from a stranger if u don't want to turn to a tuber of yam. Lol. We visit our Muslim friend on Salah day and take food to our muslim friend on Christmas day, we hide to show our friends our christmas cloths. We would NOT disrespect our elders👴🏼👵🏼 because we knew we'd get an ass whooping, with the belt, shoe or wooden spoon not forgetting the koboko invisibly hidden in every corner of the house. (Inter-street football match was superb during our time) Re-post if you're proud 👉😁 that you came from a close knit community 👭👬👫and you will never forget where you came from! .💓💓💓 Copy & Paste just change where you were brought up if you so wish. Its disheartening to see how religion,politics and politicians have divided us!! Where do you rep?
