@olawalium 4 February 2021 more from that month

Third World Child.

​Image Source.​​​ https://www.pexels.com/photo/four-toddler-forms-circle-photo-754769/ *Growing up,* *I remember running around the neighbourhood* *with the others who were both my age and even older* *How we would go to another's house* *and take his abandoned motorcycle's tyre* *I remember going to the dumping ground* *in front of the pastor's house* *and pick the tin of milk he had discarded* *and reuse them* *Turn them into whatever object of fun* *Just wanting to get by and enjoy some luxuries* *I remember the hunt we embark on* *once the rain stops* *With torchlights and buckets,* *we make our way into the nearby bushes* *and gather snails* *Even with the rain pouring heavy sometimes* *We danced in the rain and watch it fall hard* *Whenever a grasscutter misses its way*  *and come into the open* *We chase it till we kill it,* *Oh! What a sumptuous meal we would have that night* *We saw everything as sports* *We just wanted the rush of adrenaline*  *I remember the lines we make* *at the only well in the area* *Where everyone gathers with their* *bowls and buckets* *We always left there looking drenched* *like one who has been in the rain for hours* *Oh! I remember when I had blood flowing on my shirt* *As one of the boys playing threw a stone* *I was at the receiving ends of it even though I wasn't with them* *The tour around the neighbourhood?* *So much to say about that* *We never got tired,*  *I wonder how much energy we had back then* *The things we see every day never felt old,* *We relished in its permanence* *Talking about the bike rides we pay to ride* *The table tennis stand we pay to play* *Starving ourselves of lunch food at the school* *Just so we could at least feel that luxury* *We see the foreign kids on television* *playing with toys and teddies in greenhouses* *and we pity them and say,* *"This must be boring to them too"* *Oh! Poor us,* *we had no idea it was us who lived in a country* *who was wretched and in decadence.* *We had no idea it was us who deserved the pity and not them* *The name third world has stuck on us like a tick,* *the story is the same*  *for every generation that has*  *lived in my country* *The story seem to be the same even with more generations passing* *We recycle the old trends too* *We thought we were living but on other people's script* *Yes, I cherish every of those moments* *But a lot of things suddenly making sense right now* *I may be from this part of the world* *But I am not of this world* *At least, not with my thinking.* ​This Post First Appeared Here.​​​ https://hive.blog/hive-148441/@olawalium/third-world-child Thank you for your time. My pen doesn't bleed, it speaks, with speed and ease. Still me, My tongue is like the pen of a ready writer. Olawalium; (Love's chemical content, in human form). Take a dose today: doctor's order.