Monday, 4 April 2016

CHILDHOOD




#Childhood

Pita Pata Pita Pata
Goes the rhythm
Pita Pata Pita Pata
In front of shanty hutments
Pita Pata Pita Pata
Goes the sound

Sounds of tiny bare feet slapping the mud
Feet suspended by teeny - weeny bony legs
Protruding from thorn knickers
With loose waist bands old with age
Melted to their tiny waists due to the wetness
Teensy - weensy wriggling waists

ribcages so obvious underneath the skin
With dry breasts
Shoulders like hangers
Hanging bony hands
Thin necks hanging on shoulders
Carrying heads too large and heavy
One would fear that they would fall

Round flat faces with wide mouths and shivering lips
Bringing out laughter that triggers the cold air
And joyful screams that could pierce the strongest heart
Their cheeks fluttering as they jumped

Continously, never weary
Jumping and Dancing with the wind
Swaying their little bodies energetically
With so much vigor, they played
As it rained on them
Little tickling droplets


Black chunky African children!
They survive through life's toughest moments

Black chunky African children!
They move on despite life's smudges

Black chunky African children!
They dance in the rain of life

Black chunky African children!
They laugh when life's wind blows

Black chunky African children!
They are survivors even in any weather

Black chunky African children!
They remind me of my childhood

Though, we can't go back to being little, being like children can save us a whole lotta stress !
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