Our Fathers were fishermen so we learnt to fish. Local boys from the riverine swimming in brine. Far from the urban centres made of roads and sophisticated people who sip wine.
Yet our lives were happy and full of joy with our small fishing boat as our common toy. For in this community setting we learnt to share, we learnt to care even though exquisite clothes we did not wear.
As kids, short nickers we often wore but it had nothing to do with the fact we were poor and yet an infinite wealth of happiness was deposited in our core. Maybe it was our childhood innocence.
Fishing was our undisputed hobby not to mention a local sport and the competition amongst us three was always on. “I caught three fish today, while you Abdul caught one. How many did you catch Tunde, don’t tell me you caught none?” “No chance,” said Tunde, “I got a ton.” It was such moments that made our childhood fun.
Happy Children’s Day.
CmexDPoet.