Memory

Grew up together as a typical village boy In the path to the bush together we toil Eat together in a clay pot,the produce we boiled Always happy seeing them dancing and we join m If man could turn back the hands of time Back to those days when things seems well Days we thought of nothing except our belly fed Ohh! good old days I will never forget Back to old days I wish I could go When boys naturally has nothing to chase More preparation would have been made if I had known Spending more time on hustle not to play Though 20 children, 20 years never But my wish very much differ I hope we go back to days when we never hustle When all our thoughts are clean not power tussle