Remember When Life Was Simpler?

child-happyI had a good dose of laughter at lunch today, swapping stories with friends about childhood, our silly juvenile antics and dramatic discipline.

Growing up Catholic was interesting. I vividly recall preparing for my First Holy Communion. I must have been seven years old or so. We had to go to church for Catechism to learn the teachings of the church. There was a little red book, written in question and answer format, that pretty much served as the syllabus. I still remember the first few questions by heart.

“Q1: Who made you?  A: God made me.

Q2: Why did God make me?  A: God made me to know him, love him, serve Him in this world, and to be happy with Him forever in the next.”

Q3: Is whose image and likeness did God make you? A: God made me in His own image and likeness.

Q4: Is this image and likeness in your body or your soul? A: This image and likeness is chiefly in my soul.

(Recalling the exact way we emphasized the ‘chiefly’ just made me laugh out loud!)

We recited the answers from memory in a sing-song way, and I still remember Brother Augustine the teacher – who made us get punished one fine Saturday afternoon.

My mum had dropped us off at church as usual. Unfortunately for us, the day’s session was over earlier than the time she was meant to pick us up, and rather than wait with us till she came, Brother Augustine decided to walk us home. Nah, that’s putting it nicely. He decided we should all trek home together. That was probably great of him, however, we grew up with a few ground rules. Following strangers was a definite no-no. And it didn’t matter that he was the Catechism teacher who we saw in church every week. We should have known better than to agree to go with him. While we were on our missionary journey, Mummy had gone to pick us up, and did not meet us there. As you can imagine, she panicked. In the middle of her panic, she comes back home and sees that we’re there already. I recall her being livid, and us getting punished. I still remember we had to kneel down and there was some butt whooping that day.

That was definitely the last time I did any nonsense waka with anyone as a child.

Speaking of rules, I remember bedtime. 8 pm at the latest. Matter of fact, we usually got sent to bed by 7:45. Once in a blue moon, we got lucky and were allowed to watch New Masquerade. Too often, we fell asleep on the sitting room couch, and woke up in the bedroom. We loved it! So much so that sometimes we pretended to be asleep so someone could pick us up, only to ‘wake up’ laughing while being carried to the room. This bedtime routine was definitely reason why I slept so much during night prep in boarding school.

Boarding school. Yet another library of memories – from the silly songs we sang in pretend Tiv accents, to hiding at the sick bay in the mornings in order to avoid going for breakfast(?!!) to that time someone snuck a sulphur compound out from the Chemistry lab and placed it all over the mattress and locker of someone who had bullied her, leaving her corner smelling like rotten eggs.

Now we’re grown. Time to make new memories.

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6 thoughts on “Remember When Life Was Simpler?

  1. Loooool!!!! After “committing” she’ll send you downstairs to pluck your own cane; heaven help you if you come back with one nonsense as cane. Plus how she thought locking up in the bathroom with the lights switched off was punishment is something I will never understand, it amuses me to this day!
    Kindergarten: Ator was returning to Ghana, her mum baked a going away un-iced cake for the class, that was the most divinely delicious cake my 30-something year old life has tasted, still remember the farewell song we sang ?
    Transition: The Akans bringing really cool rubber sandals from their factory for their friends ?
    Secondary School: The Home Ec tutor whose house was near the kitchen coming for Saturday inspection, complaining about “dusty” boxroom shelves and locker tops meanwhile there was one huge complex dinosaur spider web visible from one kilometer away welcoming you to her house. Like madam remove the log in your eye first na, haba! But Saturday akara and pap breakfast was the real soul food, gaddem! Everything was right with the world in the presence of that akara and pap.

    • ??? A dark bathroom will terrify some children, but you’re hardened! ? It seems everyone had a class mate who relocated to Ghana! I remember when Janice was leaving and Victor had tears in his eyes but said something had got into his eye 🙂 How did you eat the cake when you were not allowed to eat anything away from home?! Lol @ having to cut your cane from the shrub around the small field we used to play football in. Looking back fondly at childhood and there we were thinking we wanted to grow up!

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