Wednesday 15 July 2020

sexy ironies

.....so I'm #just having a convo with my sis #and as usual we end up reminiscing our childhood #shenanigans....I never knew I'll ever say this but i actually miss my childhood. .a lot! ...life #pleasures are usually felt through ironies..it takes the #negative experiences to appreciate the #positive ones most of the time...*singing*...you only miss the light when it's burning low; you only miss the sun when it starts to snow:you only know you love her when u let her go...and you let her gooooo...forgot the artiste who sang this song but it #buttresses my irony theory....it takes pain to appreciate #happiness,#sadness to appreciate joy ,noise to appreciate silence,#poverty to appreciate wealth and the list goes on and on and on....hey let me not digress,which is a #normal thing with talkatives and yours truly is no exception...I'm a certified talkative!...back to the childhood stories!!....my sis and I were discussing illnesses and then it progressed to endoscopic experiences we had heard about and colonscopic procedures and naturally we got on to almighty bentua(bulb syringe to my abrofo friends!)..our own local colonscopic device....if you didn't have the bentua experience then you ain't an African child..my mum's best #friend was also our #neighbour..she lived literally next #door with her pastor husband and five children..she was such a wonderful mum to us..shoutout to Aunt Dot!. .she treated us and her children equally            ...whenever she cooked her meals she'd serve my siblings and I and her kids(there's and argument on the difference between kids and children but that'll be an argument for another day! I don't want to risk digressing from the main topic again) #equal portions in individual bowls/plates...and when it got to the usual purging ritual we were also not spared cos we practically lived there!.let me give a blow by blow account for those ignorant of that #proceedure..imagine about ten kids sharing one bentua at a session.. *shudder!!!!!!!*.. .
          The health #hazards and unsanitary risks were unimaginable ...but what did we know back then?!...Aunt Dot prepares the #concoction..blended fresh ginger,pepper and some other stuff...you would think she was gona prepare a meal in your stomach with all the ingredients she blended #together ...then she would ask us all to strip(why not let us leave our tops or dresses on,or even just take off just our drawers? I'll never know!!!..#smh) out on the veranda and bend and hold your toes with both hands..so ten of us are lined up and wearing our birthday suits...then she comes behind us and one by one she sticks the 'bentua' filled with the #mixture down our backsides,squeezes the bulb of the syringe and the mixture flows through the 'entrance' and into our #stomachs...and she'll ask us to jump up and down for some minutes. .it was pure #torture ..the burning sensation coupled with the #crazy urge to visit the white house and not being able to go that moment can't be written in words!...I laugh now thinking about it...nostalgia-villa...when the green light was given we all flew in #different directions to find any #receptacle to receive our 'burdens...nutin was spared! ...             hahahahahahah. ...it wasn't funny back then though...
                  #sometimes she used soapy water...imagine that!...I can't wrap my #brain around some of the #weird things our parents did back then. ..another #strange thing we witnessed as kids was when a baby was being bathed...an #empty milk tin (we called it konko) with a small hole deliberately drilled in the middle filled with pipping hot water was placed above the baby for the water to run through their #genitals and #backside continuously for atleast ten minutes. .what was the #essence of that if I may ask?..
         And do you #remember the use of baby napkins and those fat safety pins?chale it was a sight to behold the white washed napkins lined up beautifully on the drying line..and those wooden pegs to keep them in place on the line....i still have and use wooden pegs,I'm old school afterall.. no one loved the #process of cleaning the soiled diapers though..today things have been made much much easier...say hello to #wipes and #diapers !!...it's a fast-paced world now..everything is #quick quick..Every one is in a rush to do something or get #somewhere ..i can't keep up!.. sigh!!!....even the days are in a hurry ..I don't remember much of 2016 and we are already in July 2017.. where did the days go mehn???!!!!...one other #fun thing we did as kids was play house. ..we would save our insignificant pocket money and use the #pooled amount to buy tiny cooking utensils and cutlery made out of tin...then we will cook behind the house with 'borrowed ' foodstuffs from the kitchen..one time Aunty Dot's husband found us out and we were ofcos lined up and caned with those locally made bamboo canes ...#everyone was lashed according to the amount you contributed..and we were told to laugh through our tears ..eeeeeiiiiissshhhh..it wasn't a nice experience koraa..but in hindsight I'm so grateful it happened .it taught me alot ..these #days most parents are too busy working to notice what their kids are up to..so the internet is where kids seek #refuge.....
       Sometimes you'll see a young girl, maybe about fourteen years old using a #mobile fon as big as a tv set yet her whole family lives in a house as small as a 'hencoop'...it doesn't add up...something's gotta give...and the sooner the better for ur all....social media has robbed our children of their freespiritedness(can I say that?) and carefree[ness] ..and robbed human beings of their emotions and compassion..
       Everything is #fake..people don't talk anymore..we just #text...it's worrisome...let's love life again..let's take strolls,let's talk ,let's be real with our feelings..let's look out for one another..and know we will mess up..when we do let's acknowledge it and be 'nice' about it..I'm out...thanx for reading this..shalom! #gaylesgold #gaylesgift #gaylesgist #ghanathings

1 comment:

3nergie said...

Well, it was how we were caned and asked to hold back the cry and tears. Looking back the years, I can only imagine how quick time flies and how far the tomorrow would take to come. The irony of the concept 'time'. We surely never know what we have until that thing no longer exist, 'the gift of childhood' in this case.