SWEET
MEMORIES
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Man never knows what tomorrow brings because its
opaque,
but the brain can always cut through the
transparent past and tap those nostalgic memories to wake.
Imagery of childhood renovates brain so it looks
like a gallery,
portraits and abstract but one mosaic depicts the
crucifixion on calvary.
This is when he really died because everything was
bliss,
an eye for an eye was then an eye for a kiss.
This is in remembrance of childhood like its dead
and gone but this past still lives on,
like greats whose works and name have been
caligraphed on life’s papyrus.
We children who were vagrants like my pappy was,
the only difference was that we had better dreams
because we came home to sleep the night away.
Fly away kites made of paper and broomsticks with
strong threads to give them skyscraper heights with floors of about ninety six,
experts in building these flying creatures so when
it broke we could always fix.
The dreams we had then for today were that tall,
midget physique, so when we looked up, we went
dizzy and we did fall.
Parents with whips were like robots, they swung it
with an even interval,
so we all had cain stripes like zebras in the
wild.
The rod was never spared if things were not done
properly,
but stones and caution were thrown to the wind
because we were God’s property.
police and thief was a brand new hide and seek,
and because each group wanted to win we adopted a
war-like technique.
Dummy weapons were aimed opponent with an accuracy
because our elbows had grease but none of my peers
were Greeks.
Life if those days was a portrait we all had smiles
like Mona Lisa,
I was a local kid so I knew what was kontomire and
pona didn’t know what was pizza.
Fanta and Coke were not common to us, they only
came through on special occasions,
easter and Christmas conjured more eggs so there
was a celebration.
HOOK
Life in those days was bliss
All those memories that I still do miss…….4X
Rains that the clouds puked dropped on the soft
earth with dignity,
we enjoyed games in the mud because there was key
soap and elders
greeted each other, you could feel the serenity.
The football we played needed no stadiums like the
Bundesliga,
we were both players and referees back then we
didn’t know what was FIFA.
Presence of a socks ball or case 5 made the moment
just right to play small poles or 4 corners,
It was with our barefeet because we had no
trainers.
Shins were hardened like craniums,
and we worked ourselves up during the day so at
night we slept like we had several pills of Valium.
Nana Osei was daddy and Abena Serwaa was mummy in
playhouse,
and the game for miniature parents then was, you
remove my shirt and I take off your blouse.
My street is dead now, way back it was filled with
hawkers,
every junction was occupied by noisy petty sellers
and if I knew this type of horn then, I would have
called them vuvuzelas.
I used to catch tadpoles in big gutters
and trapped grasshoppers in poki rubbers because
at home it was just a dog
so I wasn’t content.
You should see how my mom hopped back when she
checked the content.
The alikoto that we played had more spin than the
potters wheel,
we went on top of hills so our tyres could glide
and those sticks were our steering wheel.
If I can meet the past once again in my future
once again I’ll beg her to take me back into time,
so I can knock my friends on their heads when they
forget to say no zanzama,
play chaskele or dicos with Mick and Mahama and
mock 6 year olds when they lose a tooth.
Memories that I never want to forget and I will do
it over and over and over again with no regrets.
HOOK
Life in those days was bliss
All those memories that I still do miss…….4X
