Proudly Zambian!

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A friend shared this on her Facebook Timeline….it brought back great childhood memories, I couldn’t resist sharing it.

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Wouldnโ€™t have changed it for the world โค๏ธ
I grew up in Zambia. ๐Ÿ˜† I am proud of my humble beginnings .. a time when everyone treated each other like Family, every female that came to your house was your aunty even if they were no relation ๐Ÿ‘ซ We went outside to play on streets, build dens and climbed trees and made tree swings ๐ŸŒณ, we didn’t eat fast food๐ŸŸ๐Ÿ”….we home made food and chips cooked in a lard chip pan, mashola (made out of corn meal ๐Ÿ˜œ) ๐Ÿ› we got ice cream from the ice-cream boy and we had our milk delivered by the milk man. We played rounders and marbles, Hide and Seek๐Ÿ™ˆ, Kiss ๐Ÿ’‹, cuddle and torture and knock door run ๐Ÿ๐Ÿƒ There was no bottled water๐Ÿถ, we drank water from the tap ๐Ÿšฐ if we had a drink we would share the same bottle of cooldrink …after giving it a wipe with our mucky sleeves, We watched tv through the neighbors window ๐Ÿ“บ ๐Ÿ˜‚ There was no such thing as a mobile phone or any other electronic device ๐Ÿ“ต. We weren’t AFRAID OF ANYTHING. If someone had a fight, that’s what it was…a fist fight๐Ÿ‘Š. Kids didn’t have guns๐Ÿ”ซ or knives๐Ÿ”ช.The street lights ๐Ÿ’กwere your curfew or until your mum shouted out the window. School was mandatory, but you’d still wag a couple of lessons every now and then โœ๏ธ๐Ÿ“’. We watched our mouths around our elders๐Ÿ‘ด๐Ÿผ๐Ÿ‘ต๐Ÿผ because we knew we’d get a slap, belt or some shoe , slipper ๐Ÿ‘ž๐Ÿ‘ …

I am proud that Iย  come from a close knit community ๐Ÿ‘ญ๐Ÿ‘ฌ๐Ÿ‘ซand I will never forget where I came from! Proudly Zambian!๐Ÿ’“๐Ÿ’“๐Ÿ’“

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