Hello everyone! Welcome to the Hive Naija weekly prompt. I am very excited to be here again, and I will be writing about what I love most in my life.
There are things from my Yahoo days that I cannot throw away now because of how precious they are to me.
I remember that growing up was fun, as you used to play together, go out together, and do some fun stuff together with my siblings.
Whichever time we go for a party or any ceremony, you won't stop taking nice pictures of ourselves. These became part of us, as you will not go on an occasion and come back to the house without snapping any pictures.
Do you understand that you used to go out with our grandma? He would always snap with us, telling the short people to stay in front, and I remember those times that I used to fight with my siblings because I was shorter than him and wanted to feel tall, so whenever I am told to stay in front so I can be snapped well, I will feel bad and I will start crying.
One of the days we went out with our grandma, he almost fought over who would stay in front and who would stay at the back because of how tall or short that person was.
My senior sister will tell me to go in front since he is taller than I am. I will fight her because I don't want to feel that I am very short by that time.
My other siblings will also fight her because they want to stand behind her so that they will also feel tall.
Anytime I look at the pictures we used to take back then, when we were growing, do you still remember those senior Ros? I'll be laughing, so this is also dear to my heart. I can't throw away those pictures because they remind me of how we used to make fun of ourselves while you were going up.
Another thing I cannot throw away is one of those clothes my mommy bought from you when I was growing up.
It is very short, and by that time it was still short, and because I had a what's belly, the clothes were so funny on me. Babies usually make fun of me because of the clothes. Not minding what people say about me wearing the clothes, I will always patrol with the clothes on the streets to call me Binto.
I remember one of the days when I was going to a party at my friend's house, and one of the street children called me and said he was laughing at me. I got so annoyed with him, and that's late for a big fight on the road.
I remember that I fought with the boy, and we ended up seeing ourselves inside the gutter.
After the fight, I felt so bad because I could not go to the party anymore, and I was taken to my mom in the house, and she beat the hell out of me.
I can't throw the cloth away because it brings back the memory of my late mom.
