It was a Thursday morning and I was walking
behind these cute boys and their mom heading to school. Mom was holding the
younger one, while the other walked beside them carrying his school bag and food
pack in his white joggers and blue vest; Thursdays must
be their sport activity day.
Little brother dropped his pencil but momma
wasn't looking at them, she concentrated on making it to school as depicted by
her pace. The little one had to signal to his brother to pick up the pencil; little
big brother did and held on to the pencil. Like a flash, the little one
protested and made some funny faces at his brother who didn't wait to think
about anything before handing the pencil over to its owner. I smiled! God
knows how many times the pencil would drop before their final destination. And
that brought me pleasant memories.
Growing up, my big brother led me to
nursery class every day. We got a coin each for lunch and I would hold my 10
kobo in my hand. School was a little distance down the quarters and we trekked
like most kids. The bladder holds so little and for shorter periods as kids and
I was no exception, it only came with the drama of most cute girls (winks).
You know little girls can be dramatic when
they have to pee, I think they wait till their tiny bladder is about to give
way before frantically pull down the panties and pull up their dress with some
funny dance to accompany the activity. I would stop by to pee and most time I
dropped the coin unknowingly while ‘doing’ the drama.
Time after time, I dropped the coin and
when I grasped that the coin was gone, and I would cry so hard that Niyi would
give me his coin. Sweet brother! Yet I never allowed him to hold the coin for
me till we get to school.
Now, I think Niyi should have collected the
coin from home and kept till we got to school or he should have allowed me cry
out my eyes if I refused and loose the coin eventually. But wasn't that why we
were children; pure in thoughts, innocence in acts and naive in reasoning?
I didn't have the honour of harvesting this
act as my younger brothers went to a different nursery school. God knew I may not have given them my coin.
Sweet thing is big brother still has my
back till now, grown and no longer in the same nest, he still shares his stuff
with his father’s daughter.
PS- this is my Neyoski as I call him
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| Bimbola and Niyi |
