I stand rubbing my palms on the glass.
It feels like a warm breeze on a summer day.
I feel smitten by our growth
Fulfilled not yet ,
Striving? Oh yes!
It rained today and just like that
I remembered the petrichor of the past.
It brought me a scent of nostalgia and growth.
It transported me back to the joy of childhood.
We are growing beautifully
Yet the images of childhood makes me smile.
Our carefree days.
Those moments that added depth and texture to our stories.
Stories only us can narrate vividly.
Those were the beauty and simplicity of a bygone era.
I miss when we dance in the rain
The folklore from the next hut
How amazing lives were intertwined like a cobweb.
We were each other’s keeper
The bare minimum made us happy
Papa Headmasters radio told us stories from past to present and future.
How he proudly hangs it up infront of his hut after school hours .
The moon shines brighter than the destinies of indisciplined youths of this generation .
I am so glad we outgrew our past
Yet it is a life I admire in my heart.
Using plant stalks to make airplanes
Mixing herbs in shea butter for our Afro hair
Mama Tailor always had busiest night during Christmas.
Waiting for the great OSAS Bus to pass through our Town Junction at 4:00pm.
The petrichor of the past reminds me about one thing
And that , is nothing lasts forever .
It took me back home.
Although I am several miles away my heart is right there in the roots ,remembering the moment that led me to today.
