Reminiscing

Childhood

During my childhood I enjoyed climbing the cashew and mango trees to harvest the fruits to sell. Sometimes I used to visit those trees just to sit on a strong windy limb and eat the rosy looking fruits while daydreaming about the day when I will become a successful beautiful brown woman.

During the nights my grandmother used to entertain my sister and I with her made up folktales while plaiting our hair. O how I miss her so much, the morals of her phony stories are responsible for most of my inner qualities especially my ability to adjust to situations, to be contented and my contentious nature.

 

Adolescent

 O boy! That stage of my life was perplexing…..very perplexing. While being anxious and fretful about the increasing number of hairs that were appearing on different parts of my once slender physique, the chicken pox stepped in; whilst dealing with the chicken pox the blood started  flowing from my vagina …..plus  all the cramps and the nausea that came with it.. …

Jesus Christ … I can’t go on ….the memories are too horrific.

 

I’m done.