Like every
other adult, I was once a child. Sometimes, when I think back to the things I did
and the things I was told and made to believe as a child, I can’t help but
laugh hard. Here are some examples:
As a child,
some of the adults around me sometimes hoard the juicy part of the meals: the
meat, fish and the like. They would say, ‘Your time dey come (you will get your
turn when you grow up).’ Some even said that giving a child the best parts of
the meal encourage stealing. Now, I understand why I’m a briefly summarized
full stop. I stopped growing before my time because the adults who had stopped
growing then would not allow the young to grow.
As a child I
was told that Experience is the best Teacher. Then, I wondered, ‘If that is
true, why is Mr. Experience not teaching us at school? Which school is Mr. Experience?’
As a child I
was told that the child of a neighbour died while playing a game of football. I
got scared. Now, I know why I’m not an Okocha or Messi. Instead, I sit in front
of a TV to watch them.
As a child I
was told by a friend in school that sometimes their TV set at home won’t start-up
until they put it in a wheelbarrow and use it to run around the street first. I
thought it was a true story. Not until I told a group of friends the story and
they just looked at me amusingly that I realized that that was a factitious
Super-Story. It was dumb.
As a child I
was so scared of taking drugs; I run far away from home to avoid taking
medications. Now, I know better, right? ... right?
When I was
growing up, I was used to eating Eba, Semo, Pounded Yam and Starch with my bare
hands. Much later, I realized that some people ate them with the aid of a spoon
or folk. I was shocked. How can you mold it into a swallow-able lump with
those utensils? ‘The thing will not pass (can’t be swallowed)’. Well, one day,
a friend of mine in school encouraged me to just give it a try. I obliged. When
I took my first round of Eba with a folk, my eyes opened and I saw the light
and since that time, many years running, I eat ‘every’ with utensils, home and
away, at ‘Mama Put’ and Royal Tropicana, from ‘Eat more, Pay less’ to ‘I was
there.’ O boy, all join/correct.
O, when I was
a child…
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