A friend shared this on her Facebook Timeline….it brought back great childhood memories, I couldn’t resist sharing it.
Wouldn’t have changed it for the world ❤️
I grew up in Zambia. 😆 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 👫 We went outside to play on streets, build dens and climbed trees and made tree swings 🌳, we didn’t eat fast food🍟🍔….we home made food and chips cooked in a lard chip pan, mashola (made out of corn meal 😜) 🍛 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 Seek🙈, Kiss 💋, cuddle and torture and knock door run 🏁🏃 There was no bottled water🍶, we drank water from the tap 🚰 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 📺 😂 There was no such thing as a mobile phone or any other electronic device 📵. We weren’t AFRAID OF ANYTHING. If someone had a fight, that’s what it was…a fist fight👊. Kids didn’t have guns🔫 or knives🔪.The street lights 💡were 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 ✏️📒. We watched our mouths around our elders👴🏼👵🏼 because we knew we’d get a slap, belt or some shoe , slipper 👞👠…
I am proud that I come from a close knit community 👭👬👫and I will never forget where I came from! Proudly Zambian!💓💓💓