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Back in tha days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore but sometimes I
sit n' wish I was a kid again.
How many of y'all remember that song? as I write this, I feel like a kid
again, life was fun then, not too much worries, if there were any, all you
had to do was your homework nd voila! you could play till your mum came
screaming.
I remember riding down a hill (I'm older now, so I'd call it a slope) on
my bike and one of the other kids threw a large stone in my path (the
object of the game was to try and swerve/dodge all obstacles in your way -
like swerve cones used in car steering tests -) and the next thing I knew,
I came tumbling down the hill (kinda like the Jack n' Jill story) and
ended up with a lotta bruises, I still got some o' tha scars now, but
those were the days. If only I could go back to being a kid again ....
Well, a brief history would be nice here, let me see ... okay, I'd start
like this ..
I was born a long time ago, in Lagos state of Nigeria, after a while my
parents had to move, so at age 4, I ended up in kaduna state (northern
Nigeria) where I attended Airforce Primary school, I remember how I loved
reading anything (newspapers, magazines, any thing in print) my uncle used
to call me Prof and thank God I was a brilliant kid, always topped class
and was the center of attraction on prize giving days, but all that was
about to change as I "grew up" and gained admission into the Military
school...hmm... Let me pause for a while here 'cos that's another story.
All said and done, I had a wonderful, balance childhood, my peeps gave me
all (almost all) I wanted (needed actually) and back then Kaduna was very
peaceful place to live, and it was fun mixing with all kinds of people,
Muslims, Christians, Hausa, Yoruba, Ibo, name it, I wish ... (sorry
R-Kelly)..
Anyways, I went on to Military school and ... [more..]
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