At early hours of the day, while others slept, we discussed our foolish escapades, laughed so hard that we forgot all the worries of life. Washed during the most odd hours; in the shadows of the night. We spoke about those we admired and crushed on, made crazy noise, sang songs, danced to beats of different kinds, broke rules together and what not. We told our deepest secrets and our little plans for the future...To who?
In the bigger picture were my brothers and sisters. The love we had for each other could not be extinguished. It was us against everyone else. A problem for one was a problem for all. We ate together, slept together. Oh yeah,just remembered, we even bathed together in the cold of the morning. We had each other's backs like it was a duty. We shared everything together: from food, to clothes, to memories, to love. Who were they?.
There were days where you could understand the true meaning of sacrifice and love. At points where hope have been lost, you find out that you are deeply cared for. Not to say that we did not have individual differences. We did but the beauty of it was that the same person you had an altercation with, would be the first to mount you on their back to the Clinic and feed you when you are ill. They would be the ones to pray for you when you are weak. Who were they?
Oh no!! Birthdays?
You woke up in the very best mood. Some remember to wish you right on your bed. And not to forget, the tradition was that you'd be poured water and flogged with belts. Trust me, the joy, laughter and running around outweighs the pain. It was all well orchestrated as the celebrant was lured and locked in a room. Oh good days. But then, we've not gotten to the good part yet. You then proceeded to Church only to hear a lot of prayer intentions in your name. It does not end there. You open your cupboard and find gifts of all sorts from letters to snacks. Such a nostalgic feeling. Who were those memories shared with?
They were shared with my friends. Not just any kind, but the special kinds. One got to understand the true meaning of friendship; a concept that is not so easy to get nowadays. The quality of friendship have changed. It's more like everyone wants to be with who they stand to gain from. In some cases, it's termed "connection". Should it be like this? Could it be the innocence we had? Could it be the time we spent together? Could it be because we were younger? What changed?
I guess I don't know the answers either.