Good day everyone here. There are memories that can't get off our minds, somehow the lessons we learnt during or after these events. In this week's prompt, I will try as much as I can to share with you some memories that somehow when I get to remember it makes me cringe and sometimes angry.
So, I remember when I was a kid, I will in company with my twin brother and the street kids follow masquerade and be mocking their nakedness. We could follow the masquerade from our street to even the next community.
There was this December that I sneaked out of the house to follow masquerade, we passed two communities and I was weak, so when the masquerade turned back and pursued us, other kids ran but since I never ate since morning, I was really weak and couldn't run as fast as others. I was captured by the masquerade and was given the beatings of my life.
When I came back home, it was already 7pm and my dad and mum had gotten back home and asked for me. Everybody in the house were worried and when I finally arrived home, my dad never said anything to me, rather he allowed me to take my bath and finished eating. When I was about to sleep, I had the loudest knock on my head, I screamed and my dad took his cane and designed my back which till date I still have the scar, anytime I get to remember the way my dad has beaten me like I wasn't his son, I do cringe.
However, i wasn't proud of my actions, maybe i was just influenced by my peers back then to doing that kind of thing or maybe i was just being unwise but whatever the case is, i wish such day never existed as it has given me an everlasting scar. I have tried all the creams i could to clean it but i can't, everytime i look at the scar, it constantly reminds me how foolish i was back then to just allow something as simple as masquerade to give me such a scar.
I also remember those days I used to roll tyre with my friends right inside the rain wearing just pants. These days, kids are just too wise that you can't even see them with pants but their trousers or three quarters.
During the last season, I saw my landlord's kids playing right inside the rain, I almost joined them because I have missed being that way and I just wish I could go back to those days I never had responsibilities to handle. Days I will just play, eat bath and sleep. Remembering days like this do make me feel I shouldn't have grown but then, growth is the beauty of life and responsibilities are what defines a man.
