MY CHILDHOOD MEMOIR

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Take me back to that time,

Where our nakedness is our clothing and we were not ashamed.

Take me back to that time,

Where young hearts beat joyfully at the sight of tyre.

Take me back to that time,

Where love is seen as a community attire.

Take me back to that time,

Where young girls favourite past time was ten-ten.

Take me back to that time,

Where kneeling to greet elders was given a ten over ten.

Take me back to that time,

Where my father’s chest was my favourite bed.

Take me to that time,

Where with my mother’s hand I preferred to be fed.

Take me to that time,

Where at the sight of rainfall, naked little bodies splash on the pavement.

Take me to that time,

Where ‘father Christmas’ was seen both with horror and merriment.

Take me to that time,

Where shy glances and tentative smile were the forms of romance.

Take me to that time,

Where young hearts knew not what was called malice.

Take me to that time,

Where my heart was free and head unclouded.

Take me to that time,

Where there was no worry, except to eat, sleep and be clothed.

Take me to that time,

Where my mother’s Bossom was my best friend.

Take me to that time,

Where joy and laughter knew no end.

Take me to that time,

Where families sat and ate from a single bowl.

Take me to that time,

Where nothing was certain that day, but the next day was embraced as a whole.

Take me back to my days of childhood,

Where I knew not what was called womanhood.

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