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We did the “who is in the garden game”, we did mommy and daddy, we cooked rice with sand and used small stones as meat. We built houses with our legs in the sand standing at the beach

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Indeed we are all a product of Childhood

Sometimes do you sit back and remember your childhood? a period without worries, the times of free food, times with no pressure, no responsibilities, just food! play! sleep! and food again.

They say: “play is the work of childhood” in that case, we were very hard-working back then.

We did it all, from the street football in the rain, suwee, tinko tinko, ten ten, etc.

We did the “who is in the garden game”, we did mommy and daddy, we cooked rice with sand and used small stones as meat. We built houses with our legs in the sand standing at the beach.

Ultimately childhood was like being drunk, but aside from fun, the games we played also brought social interaction, physical team coordination and even helped in strategic thinking.

These days the indomie generation are now mostly online playing X-box, PlayStation, Tiktok, and even Nairabet.

But then our fun and games included:
☞︎ Dan Maliyo-maliyo
☞︎ Suwee
☞︎ Ten-ten
☞︎ After Round One
☞︎ Boju-boju
☞︎ Rubber-lin
☞︎ Catcher
☞︎ Rolling tyre in the mud
☞︎ Skipping rope
☞︎ I call on
☞︎ Bread and butter
☞︎ Who is in the garden
☞︎ Police and thief
☞︎ Change your style (another one)
☞︎ Tinini-tanana

Playing on the street was a different beast, we met different peers and made more friends.

Sadly, there’s indeed a Yoruba adage that says:

“Ogun omode ko le sere fun ogun odun”,

Meaning: twenty friends cannot play together for twenty years straight.

If you are to go down memory lane and remember your childhood, how many of those your friends are you still in contact with now?

Do you have a close friend of over 20 years today?

Call one of those friends on the phone right now, or mention them here in the comments and show some love.


Shout-out to all parents working hard to give children a happy life.

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Am 30yrs old, I’m not the stepmother type, am too young, i can’t live under the same roof with another woman’s child

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Am actually worried cos my Fiancé has a 4 yr-old daughter, her mother passed away while giving birth to her. So, he has been raising her ever since then with the help of his family.

But, the thing is, I am now in the picture & we’re getting married next year,  I’m even 7 months pregnant with his son. I very well know, I won’t treat his daughter thesame way as my son.To be honest, she annoys me! She looks exactly like her mother so, she constantly reminds my man of his late wife & to make things worse she’s very attached to her daddy, which makes me worried even more,..

It’s obvious my son will not be able to bond with his father because of her, I can’t live with her under the same roof. I mean her both grandparents are still alive & healthy, she can go live with them or better still we can find her a nice couple that wants to adopt a child. My worry now is, don’t know how to approach this situation to my man but really, I need to find a way to convince my fiancé’..

Pls note that I’m not a b@dd person, I’m just trying to look out for my son & make sure that he will get all his father’s love & attention that he deserves. Which is exactly what every woman in my shoe will do, i also need space with my husband, her presence is only going to be a distraction..

pls, kindly advice me on how to approach my husband with this issue i need some guidance “

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Nigerian Pregnant woman gives birth in kidnapper’s Cage

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A pregnant woman who was kidnapped while on her way to the hospital for delivery has reportedly given birth at the kidnappers’ den at Egede, Udi local government area of Enugu State.

The incident, which was said to have happened last Monday, saw the woman giving birth to a bouncing baby boy in the forest.

It was gathered that the woman whose name was given as Chinwendu Igwe, was with her two other little children aged between two and four years when the incident happened.

The lady’s husband, Mr. Ekene Igwe, who confirmed the development to newsmen added that he paid a ransom of N1.6 million before effecting the release of his wife and the newborn from the forest in Egede where the kidnappers asked him to deposit the ransom.

Igwe said that it was a kind motorcyclist who rescued his two kids abandoned on the road by the kidnappers.

“I paid a ransom of N1.6 million before I could get my wife and the new born baby,” he said.

Igwe who hails from Attakwu Akegbe Ugwu Awkunanaw said he was grateful to God for getting them back.

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My Uncle Stopped Paying My School Fees Because My Mother Refused To Sleep With Him

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David’s mother, Maria, was a woman of unwavering strength and boundless love. Widowed at a young age, she toiled tirelessly to provide for her son, working odd jobs and sacrificing her own comforts to ensure David’s education. Despite the hardships, Maria never let despair cloud her spirit, always believing in the power of resilience and determination.

However, their lives took a devastating turn when Uncle Henry, a distant relative burdened with his own demons, entered their world. Initially, his presence seemed benign, offering financial assistance and promising to support David’s education. Yet, behind the facade of generosity lurked a darkness that would soon engulf their lives.

As months passed, Uncle Henry’s true intentions surfaced like poison seeping through the cracks. He began to demand favors from Maria, insidious requests veiled by false promises of continued support. Maria, a woman of unwavering principles, refused to succumb to his vile advances, her dignity standing tall against the onslaught of degradation.

But Uncle Henry’s retribution was swift and merciless. In a cruel twist of fate, he withdrew his support, leaving David’s education hanging by a thread. The once bright future now seemed dim, overshadowed by the betrayal of a trusted relative and the weight of financial uncertainty.

David watched helplessly as his mother fought a battle against an invisible enemy, her resilience tested beyond measure. Yet, amidst the turmoil, Maria remained a beacon of hope, her love for her son unwavering and steadfast. With tears in her eyes and a smile on her lips, she whispered words of encouragement, igniting a fire within David’s soul.

Driven by his mother’s unwavering faith and fueled by a determination born of desperation, David refused to let darkness claim victory. He sought solace in the pages of books borrowed from neighbors, devouring knowledge with a hunger fueled by necessity. With each passing day, his resolve strengthened, his dreams refusing to be extinguished by the cold hand of adversity.

And then, like a ray of sunshine breaking through storm clouds, help arrived from unexpected quarters. The villagers, moved by Maria and David’s plight, rallied together, offering support in myriad ways. From financial assistance to moral encouragement, they stood as a testament to the power of community and compassion.

With their newfound support, David returned to school, his steps lighter and his heart brimming with gratitude. Through hardship and adversity, he had learned a valuable lesson – that the human spirit, when fueled by love and resilience, could triumph over even the darkest of shadows.

As David walked towards the school gates, hand in hand with his mother, he knew that their journey was far from over. But with every step forward, they carried within them the light of hope, a beacon guiding them through the trials that lay ahead. And in that moment, amidst the chaos of life’s uncertainties, they found solace in the unwavering strength of their bond, a bond forged in the crucible of adversity and tempered by the flames of love.

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