When we were growing up we had to wait till 4:00 PM before the TV stations come up.
We knew virtually every TV program by heart.
Then by midnight, the stations go off air to resume by 4:00 PM again.
We had enough time to read, have a siesta, and lay with real friends around. Our lives were lived communally with each person knowing every other person in the community or neighborhood.
It was a really good time seeing Urhobo and Fulani, Igala and Tiv, Tangale and Ibibio, Hausa and Ijaw, Yoruba and Igbo all living as one.
When we are lost at home you’ll find us in another person’s house eating lunch or sleeping comfortably.
As children, we seldom call our father’s brothers or friends “Uncles”. Everyone is Daddy or Baba. You see so many Daddies in your house that as a kid you get confused as to who your real Dad is among those sitting down at the balcony gisting and laughing away.
Most times you tell your friends that you have Daddies in Kaduna, Enugu Jos, Bauchi, Lagos, and Ibadan. You also get cousins that come for one month-long holidays from virtually all parts of Nigeria. You are even confused to ask how related you are with them. You just don’t care. All you know is that Okechukwu, Bolaji, Oghenetega, Yakong, and Nanfang are your cousins even if you are not related by blood as most of us got to discover when we grew up 🤣. Now, we have brothers and sisters all over the country. It is simply lovely and priceless.
It’s quite unfortunate a society of strangers and wicked people that we have today.
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