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CHILDHOOD MEMORIES
By Ola Vincent Omotade

 When I was 13 years old, there was a girl in my neighborhood who I was quite certain at the time that I could give my life to. We met again today after ten years and all we said were memories.

When I was a child, in the village, there was a plumpy peer that I loved to ashes. And for a reason I didn't know, she was always on the sprawl steering at me . I loved her like fire loved petrol. I would run back home filled with fantacized emotions if I saw her on the road. If I heard she passed here, I'd choose to stay there till she returns.

BOOOOM... I got a 2A exercise,  I exercised my my capacity for writing romantic poetry  which had been greatly manifesfed right from my childhood days..

" I love you Sarah I wrote ,  I want you to be my wife. I see life rotating around you and myself as you husband "

Unknown  to me, she was also in love, she got a piece of paper and wrote yes in more than 30times..

So after three days I propose that the relationship be forwarded  into marriage. we started  our wedding preparations and it was super dope, if I may say so myself, a plan of sheer genius we fixed a date, I brought my suit and she brought her white gown. we even had flower girls and men in suit.

Finally on the supposed wedding date, the programme started, we cooked and we were almost joined in holy matrimony but her mum showed up and flogged the hell out of me

She was like..  ibi nise kuse ti ma nbere
(this is where fornication starts)_

I got home sadly looking and mum was like..  What happened to you..?

"True love as you know, will survive even the worst brutality. So, I bore my injuries as a worthy suffering for my beloved.."

So i lied that I fell from  a stair case

While my physical bruises have healed from that experience, from as you can imagine, what happened with the teacher, my capacity for loving  a girl had been greatly diminished.

I'm not going  to take this step first anymore, if you love me please  feel free to ask  me out..  I think  I don't know how to go about it anylonger..

What brought about this story? I saw her today, we reminsced on childhood memories and laughed at our stupidity then.

How we used to act mummy and daddy drama,I remembered how I use to fight to act that role of daddy in any drama  we wanted to act, then later I would give an order as the man of the house  that everyone should leave..so it  remains myself and Mummy.

We would  rehearse all we see couple do then in movies, kissing innocent girls.. Lol😂😂😂😂
May God forgive us our sins

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