THE SMELL OF MY CHILDHOOD NEVER FADES

SO MANY YEARS HAVE PASSED AND YET IT SEEMS LIKE IT WAS ONLY YESTERDAY ,THAT I RAN THROUGH THE STREETS OF WESTBURY, BAREFOOT WITH NO CARE IN THE WORLD. RECENTLY I’VE BEEN THINKING A LOT ABOUT MY CHILDHOOD MEMORIES, THEY SEEM TO FORCE THEMSELVES INTO MY MIND LIKE LIGHTNING FLASHES.

I REMEMBER THIS ONE PARTICULAR DAY, THE SUN WAS BLAZING HOT,WITH A LIGHT BREEZE OF WIND. KOEKOE AND I DECIDED THAT WE WERE GOING TO PLAY “POPPEHUISIE”,WHICH IS KNOWN TO MANY AS DOLLY HOUSE. WE NEEDED A VENUE AND EVENTUALLY ENDED UP UNDER AN OLD TABLE IN THE YARD, WHICH HER UNCLE AND HIS FRIENDS USED TO PLAY DOMINO’S ON, SO THEY MIGHT NEED IT LATER. WITH OUR HOUSE IN PLACE,WHICH WAS THE TABLE, WE THEN NEEDED FOOD,SO WE WENT SHOPPING FOR SWEETS,CHOEPAS(ICED JUICE) AND CRISP(OUMA TANDE TO BE EXACT).

WITH THE SHOPPING DONE,WE CREPT INTO OUR LITTLE HOME AND STARTED IMITATING OUR PARENTS. WE ALWAYS PRETENDED TO BE AUNTIES. OUR IMAGINATION GAME WAS STRONG, WE IMITATED THE AUNTIES ENTIRE BEING, FROM THE WAY THEY DRESSED, SPOKE AND WALKED. ONCE OUR CHARACTERS WERE SORTED WE THAN LOOKED FOR OUR BABIES, WHICH WAS THE BUILDING BRICKS WHICH WE FOUND IN THE YARD.THE BEST THING ABOUT HAVING A BRICK BABY, WAS THE FACT THAT WE MADE THEM CRY WHENEVER WE WANTED THEM TO. NOW WE ALSO KNEW THAT BABIES FELL SOMETIMES BECAUSE THEY WERE SO HEAVY FROM ALL THE SAND COOKIES. SO YOU’D RANDOMLY HEAR OUR BABIES CRYING “NYEEEEE, NYEEE” AND I’D SAY “SHHHH MAMA SE BABY”.

THE ONE THING I MISS THE MOST ABOUT THAT TIME, ABOUT BEING A CHILD, WAS BEING CAREFREE. LIVING EACH DAY WITHOUT ANY STRESS ABOUT WHAT’S TO COME AND KNOWING THAT OUR PARENTS ALWAYS GAVE US THE BEST,EVEN THOUGH IT DIDN’T SEEM LIKE IT AT THAT TIME.

FROM MY WORLD TO YOURS, BYE FOR NOW.

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