I was watching a radio program on my phone and it was an interview of some of the guys who had worked on radio stations for years and are basically legends. These are people whose voices were easily recognised back in the day the moment you heard them speaking on the radio, and a wave of nostalgia hit me.
In as much as the advancement of technology is a good thing, I surely do miss the good old days, the days when not every kid had a smartphone and we all knew that once it was 4pm, it was time to come out on the fields to play football. The days when we had to go door by door, asking your parents and siblings if you were home, so that you could come out to play simply because we had slightly moved the time from 4pm to 2pm due to how nice the weather was.
But you see, while I was watching those radio presenters reminisce about how they started, how they got into the industry and the challenges they faced, a memory that I never knew I held in my head came rushing in.
There was a short period in my life where every Saturday, right after my dad had left for work, I and my siblings with my mom, would all turn on my dad's priceless radio, sit in the living room listening to a radio station popularly known as wazobia fm, because they had this one hour program every Saturday where they would give us real life investigative stories that would keep you glued to your sit.
I still remember how my mom would occasionally run back to her shop to attend to customers, before running back inside the house (the shop was right in front of our home), asking us what happened and what she had missed.
Those were fun times, but unfortunately, technological advancement happened and now, now no one listens to the radio anymore. Everyone is now on their phone, on my websites or the other. Now we could all be in the same room but in different worlds on our smartphones.
It's nice, but still feels sad in some kind of way.
