Hey Lovelies, hope all is great on your side.
When taking these images, my girlfriend stated that it reminded her of something old school, like back in the day kinda vibes and even gave the name "A Blast from the past" So I thought I'd take a trip down memory lane and reminisce on a few things from the past. (I know I'm not that old)
Occasionally, I've been bumping (mentally) into memories from my childhood and ones that I dearly miss. I'm nearly at the mark in my life where I have spent half my life in my home country, Ghana, and the other half in Australia; and I can't tell you that things are the same but perhaps for the better. Growing up in Ghana is something one just cannot explain with just one word. It's an experience. Life was simple, unburdened in the sense that joy, laughter and peace exudes from within and as well as people and your surroundings. You don't expect much but you somehow felt content with whatever you possess. It's a daily thrill. Memories of creating your own fun. There was literally no time to be bored. Everyday was a new adventure. Summer is always around the corner. The people, the culture, the food, the music, the vibes and did I mention... the food!!
Firstly, I miss the family. Family was everything. Whether the immediate, the extended or the people around my compound house; everyone was basically family. When someone's name is been uttered, you'll constantly hear the prefix "sister or bra -brother" alongside their name. I miss dad coming home and with the excitement on our faces, we knew he brought some goods. Food of course! Chale, most times were Papaye on the table, top up with some Don Simon; layered with some Digestive biscuits and we chilled sucking the life out of Fanice and FanYogo. Those were the times. I miss hearing the rooster crowing in the morning with no agenda to fail; that was the compound's alarm. However, I'm sure when I return, I wouldn't miss it so much. There were days were you'll get up in the morning with a million and one things to do... being a child is no exception. The days of walking into the next compound house to fetch water because your compound's water well/tank has dried up. The days of hand washing clothes in basins. The days of roaming to buy some charcoal. The days of carrying garbage to the garbage stations. The days of wandering trying to find some ingredient mum needed for her daily delicacies. And again, the days of the entire compound "sending" you on errands to buy whatever in the world they were looking for. You will officially become the freelance sender. The days were many but as I was always told, "Charity begins at home". But I must say, as you grow older you definitely count those as blessings. Family remains dear to one's heart.
In Ghana, one thing anyone would be blessed to have is an education. However, friends who I grew with, in school or around the neighbourhood knew the stress (maybe I'm exaggerating here) of school and homework even when one is in primary school. As much as I'm very grateful for the opportunity to be educated, I wasn't every fond of homework and assignments on any given day. It really didn't matter what subject it was; mental maths or religion, I just didn't want homework but you immediately remain in tune with your senses and did your homework otherwise, you'll have to embrace the consequences... lashes! Among our classes, there was the prestigious title of being the 'class captian' and having the authority to control the class, write down names of talkatives, basically act like the teacher but in a low key bossy way. And yes I've been there. The bittersweet affair of having Saturday classes which I hated because who wants to go to school on Saturday but then again, that was another time to chill, get hooked up on some delicious waakye, all the extras involved alongside the side drinks. I was there for the food runs. #noshame And "Our day" with that one if you know, you know.
When I was younger, play time was no joke; if you're not there you're missing out. Point blank! Playing outside was one thing every kid on the block couldn't get enough of. In fact, the whole neighbourhood was our play space, our playground. We were like families among friends. Since the majority of us didn't have access to high tech toys and all that jazz, we had to create our own fun, we had to be creative and implement ways to use the resources around us. From building something out of clay, using rubber bands and bottle tops of mineral (soft drinks) in games, veranda football and the infamous nkro. Ha! that was the life. And you didn't officially grow up in Ghana if you've never played with clay and haven't had a bite into it. (Ahh was I the only one....) Sometimes my friends and I would even sew clothes using ntoma stolen from the closest seamstress spot because we didn't particularly like the clothes on our dolls. And mind you, these items would have been poorly sewn but I guess the process taken was what made it enjoyable for us. These are the times where you learn little things about the life ahead.
Just last year, a few primary school friends and I reunited socially on WhatsApp and the excitement was crazy! There were memories being shared, photos being sent, jokes and foolishness all round and laughter was everywhere; just seeing how grown we've all become and the journeys each of us are on. I learnt a few of them are actually out of Ghana; some are now residing in the USA, Hamburg, Poland and the UK. Growing up with friends who were always around and now seeing them venture into so many things is really amazing.
Reminiscing on a few of my childhood days in Ghana creates vivid imagery that are so enriched in my minds, it can never be forgotten. Honestly, I miss being in Ghana; I miss being a child in Ghana living the life with bare worries and experiencing exciting adventures so well engraved in my mind. Oh don't get me wrong, hard times were being had and certain things were difficult but you always barely saw that side of things because of the positivity exuding all around you.
Oh and Happy Ghana Independence Day
"We don’t call it homesick. We call it missing home. There’s not a sickness involved, it’s a state of mind.” ~ webs I resonate with
What's your favourite childhood memory? Share down below