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Friday, 1 January 2016

The Street (an everyday life of a typical African child) || @saintenvi

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The street
A place where every Tom dick and Harry meet. It's a place where hustle and tussle is the order of the day people trying so hard to make ends meet, pay bills and meet family needs.
It's a place where the rugged trail, where the soft and meek fall prey, a place where the innocent is convicted and the guilty roam freely.
The Street
A place where religion and racism has over shadowed the mind of everyone, a place where lies, deceit, betrayal and murder rules...
A place where people have to sleep with one eye open,praying and hoping for a quick break of a new day, a place where nothing is permanent except for the tribal mark of a typical Ibadan girl.
The Street
A place where tribalism, racism and religious war abound, a place where people of various kinds walk and 80% are a walking corpse, a place where the rich are getting richer and the poor continues to serve them even to their 4th generation.

The Street
A place where the game of survival is been played by both the good, the bad and the ugly. A place where traders finds it difficult to sell and buyers lack money to meet their needs, yet the street lives on.
A place where envy, strive and malice are birthed by one mother, "Pride"
The Street
One significant thing about it is that it gives you exactly what you put into it, a place where kindness is rare to find, except you place an order for it on jumia or konga, a place where those you call your friends are actually the enemies of your household. A place where injustice has become the father of corruption, a place where the poor masses are affected by their own choice of leadership.
The Street
Where I first learned how to crawl, a place where I took my first step into walking, a place where I got my first bruise while attempting to run.
A place where I first engaged in a fight for justice, even though I can't remember what I was fighting for...
The Street
A place where wisdom is earned not by merit but by series of betrayals, a place where even your own blood seeks to hurt you,a place where fear kills faster than the deadliest disease.
A place where you strive hard to get on a commercial bus and when you final do, it becomes a problem.
The Street
A place we can not do without, no matter how high you tend to fly, you must return to it.
It's an indispensable place, its importance can not be over emphasised, a place where learning of both Good, Bad, and Worse takes place, a place where a child first learns the vulgar words and use them before even getting to know what it means, a place where treachery, wickedness and evil avails.
The Street
A place where I learned to be tough, strong and courageous, a place where I draw inspiration from, a place where my joy becomes full and endless, nothing gives me joy like walking on it and remembering the tests and trials, defeats and victories, joy and sadness, pain and gains.
The Street
The only place where you will find me running from pillar to pole half naked with a two-eyed pantie and my mummy screaming "Emeka come and wear ya cloth" (igbotic accent).
The street
A place where i grew up, instead of our parents admitting they aren't financially bouyant to enrol us into a private school, they feed us with lies saying the children attending private schools are dullards and we foolishly believed.
The street
A place where no matter how convenient a school schedules parents meeting, only one woman goes to represent all the parents  on that particular street whose children are students of the school as if she gave birth to them all.
The street
A place where after eating Eba in the house,  we'll come out to pretend we ate Jollof rice and because of the kind of rough play we're used to, you eventually get hit on the stomach and poof!  the Eba you ate is spreading on the floor instead of Jollof rice, all of a sudden, you're acting confused like you don't remember eating Eba before coming to the playground.
The street
The place I grew up where my parents are my parents because we're related by blood but you get moral lessons and common sense from every other parents on the street.
Everyone of us have one story or the other about the street, one perception or the other, be it pleasant or unpleasant. I'm a product of the street, "God made me, the street toughened me" I know the nooks and crannies of it, I've been there, beaten, wounded and yet still courageous and strong.
The Street
What's your story about The Street?

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