Poem: Childhood Memory

The sun is bright in the sky

It is time for us to play game

A game of hunting

For the lizard is the lion

And the insects we hunt them down

Polythene is the hunting bag

And catapult is the gun

While stones remain the bullets

In the bush there we go

Pa! Pa! Pa!

Tick! Tick! Tick!

The hunting game goes on and on

Perhaps till the time we are tired

We still have house to play

I am the “Daddy”

She is the “Mummy”

Dolls become our children

The insects, our meats and fishes

Leaves and broken pots for food

Sand becomes our rice

And pond water becomes our tea

Noisily and happily

We sing songs of joy

We sit under the mango tree

This serves as our home

Suddenly mama comes out and calls

“Ola, come it’s time lunch”

And the play ends at that

I will surely come back tomorrow

For I’m just a little child

That knows nothing but to play