MY BIRTH CITY

February 04, 2018

I remember the feelings registered in the mind of my neighbors every morning whenever they hear the sound of an iron bucket hitting the floor at the well side from the backyard, oh someone must be preparing for the days job, it's another morning, another working day and school day.

How amazing that just a sound from an iron bucket could wake everyone in the compound, as everyone rush and jump out of their bed the sound of the iron bucket keeps increasing, adults rushing to the bathroom where they have to wait in turns, children bathing outside or close to the well side, everyone seems very busy, greetings seems to be the poem of every morning. But it is registered in some fellows face they don't enjoy the noise and stress but they have no option than to continue hoping for a greater change that will elevate them out of this environment.

During the hour of 2pm to 4pm my birth city always watch it's own beauty as students from different schools return home with their beautiful and colorful uniform, most especially the schools in Complex, a popular area which is a location for government schools. Oh how I remember the smiles on the face of many students as they return from school in groups, I watch how some dance on their way home, some had unending laughter, some had to continue the misunderstanding they had in their classes on the street but at some point and junction these students tends to pathways as they all have different destinations home.

I won't forget the cool evening of the day as children and teens gather in different groups playing different games. This is the fun part and the real lifestyle in my birth city. Each game has its own song which help makes it more fun, I remember being part of games like (my name sweet oh, last last last of the last of the day, o Mary oh, Tosin biggie belle, who sabi swim water, picto race) etc. This games created rooms for unity amongst the growing teens and children of my city. But I always hate to remember how we end our game each day, it's either daddy is back from work, a voice from behind (una no know say night don come, go carry your book) or two parents having a misunderstanding in the compound, for sure one of our parent must be involved, but this has never stopped children from playing with each other the next day.

There are so much to say about my birth city most especially the night story we enjoy telling ourselves every night fall and during this time some tend to fall asleep, our wonderful, playful and stressful day finally ended.

My birth city, I love the sweet memories you gave to me, I love my city Ajegunle.

Author: Imene Happiness

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