Those Days

If I had the super ability to make a video out of my child hood days. Having grown in the rural areas. Let me take some time to give you a picture. If i talked of a hut, at this age and time. Most would say I am of the stone age. FYI  This is Africa, a hut is like a mansion to some, its a grannery store for others and a dream for the unfortunate. So, am happy to be fortunate to have a roof over me as I grew up. I seem to get away from the point. So here is the picture. The colour of sand was the very own make up of my skin, dirt was the toy i knew. Happy and clean baths was a nightmare. My bare foot was the only sole of my God given shoe. My legs were my transport to a kilometre of road to and from school. Without counting the journey for lunch. My one school uniform was made and remade with patches. In the field of patching my grandmother was an expert. Luckily at the time I knew no humiliation. The very weird things this days were a norm then. And life went on. I could still manage a smile. Playing along like any other kid my age, unaware of how big life would change for me. So as i visit the country side with a smartphone in my pocket, earphones in my ears, wearing the latest according to fassion. I always remember to speak to my grandmother in her language the same language I used to speak years ago. It reminds me of whom I am and where I came from... Africa

African And Proud

If you asked me, the best thing that ever happened to was being born African. To me The hard way is always the best way