Writing Challenge Day 3 – “Memories”

“Memories, even your most precious ones, fade surprisingly quickly. But I don’t go along with that. The memories I value most, I don’t ever see them fading.”

Starting with memories with my parents from childhood down till now in my 20s I still look forward to making great memories with the right people.

Childhood was fun like I said in my previous post, I’m an introvert but that doesn’t mean I don’t like fun, and my definition of fun may not be your definition or concept of fun.

I can never forget this particular memory from my childhood, where I and my friends will not mention names, but I’m sure anyone who reads this and knows me will guess the people I am referring to in this short story.

So while I was a kid, I grew up attending this annual camp meeting called Gethsemane which would be held every mid-July, it was a great opportunity by that time to make new friends and reunite with old friends.

When I was about 9 years old, after church service, a few days before the camp I would call my bestie to make sure she makes the same hairstyle as me, inform her of the clothes collection I would carry to the camp.

I remember going to the salon to get my hair and surprisingly we will all show up at the camp with the same hairstyle, and people thought back then that it was a planned deal.😂

In as much as it was, a church camp and adults were so mindful of the church activities unlike me and my bestie, we were so conscious of our dressing to slay, and how we satisfy our belly and not mingle anyhow😂

Sometimes she would be my spokeswoman for guys that wanted to approach me because I don’t know if they felt scared to approach me or they were bothered about how I may respond or my parents and all, but that didn’t cross my mind in any way.

It saddens me that we grew apart from each other, after the fun days of our childhood, but each time we get to reconnect we still remind ourselves of these fun memories.

Just as the childhood memories come with so much fun and innocence, I grew up into a young pretty woman with so many temptations and peer pressure.

Of course, when I talk about peer pressure and temptation, you know, I speak of boys my mum calls them “dogs” whenever she wants to advise me, so I thought hard and realized that she wasn’t insulting them literally but just illustrating the fact that they are chasers, and always chase after the female dogs (bitches)😂. In other words, just young boys chasing after young girls.

So at some point, I got caught up with all these things but my mum’s prayers and constant advice drew me back to God, and lest I forget serious flogging too( the rod of correction, as the Bible, describes it.😂) helped in bringing my coconut head (stubbornness) back to normal but more of prayers did the trick.

Some memories are worth sharing and some are best left unsaid.

“I have lots of memories but I will end here by saying that if you must leave a place that you have lived and loved and where all your pasts are buried deep, leave it anyway, leave it the fastest way you can. Never turn back believe that an hour you remember is a better hour because it is dead. Passed years seem safe while the future lives in a cloud formidable from a distance.”

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