Nnaemeka Seth
Let’s recreate
Those childhood images;
Innocence in dispute,
All we seek is peace.
Boy hugs girl; publicly
Adults look on and smile.
Let’s recreate
Those childhood memories;
Jealousy is sincere. No hate.
When you look unto your peers,
Because you want to be part of the play.
Let’s recreate
Those childhood dreams;
Living the professional life;
The doctor, the lawyer, engineer.
So funny we never saw us as,
Writers, Drivers, farmers.
Teachers? NEVER!
Lets recreate
Those childhood experiences;
When fun is worth more than food and water.
And our sweet is our birth right.
How dare you deny me my biscuits?
Let’s recreate
Those childhood wars;
War scatter! So we run.
Wooden guns, where the bent nail is the trigger.
And the pen cover the bullet.
I wonder how we never died.
Let’s recreate
Those childhood games;
The kite, with nylons and threads.
The rubber, slipper, bale, gapping, shekere.
Soccer; four post, monkey post, next set!
Always the street’s champions.
Suwe, ten ten, tinko, skipping,
After round one, were you ever beaten?
Police and thief, I needed all that speed to be police.
No console games,
No mobile phones,
No internet,
No TV.
No social media.
But we created and recreated.
Days where life is real fun.
And a smile costs a fortune.
Let’s recreate.
Source: Enigmatic Global Concept
Editor’s note: Originally published on VicAdex.com on 18 August 2017.
Editor’s note: Originally published on VicAdex.com on 18 August 2017.