Moses Ugochukwu Umekwe
The Tenderness In Time
The joy of innocence, blossoming in the beauty of nature back in time when the sweetness of the stream in which we swam in, was like the taste of honey and the little snails we roasted at the fire place had the savoury taste of fried turkey.
Oh! When time was innocent, soft, sweet and unformed yet in nurturation. With mansions and empires built at the speed of imaginations hmm...
My thoughts bid me growing up was a trap after all
But growing up is a choice preffered and growing old is indee