Days of innocence

Days of innocence by Olaolwa Olotu… My dear friend.

A peep into the world of an Aquarian

               
 
      So, I miss my innocence. My pure cravings for little things which would make me giggle. I miss days when my mother’s beautiful smile was the solution to my every problem. When going out with the kids that reside in the other rooms of our rented face-to-face apartment at no.5c banire Street was a good way to unburden; unburden? There was actually no burden- Just a way of fixing boredom- Yeah; that best describes it. Days when grandma would visit with beans and maize, my siblings and I would munch away happily. So, papa was not really around initially, he left for reasons I still do not understand and which I so hate to ask Momma. But then every morning, I’d hear my Mum pray about one particular thing- ‘Make him come back O lord’ ‘Boder’ Olu, ‘Boder’ Seyi, Sista Tosin and I would say ‘Amin’ whenever…

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