January 8, 2012

Childhood Memories

Like most young kids growing up in Ghana, I lived in poverty. But because you are looked after by family members and your friends, you don’t actually see the poverty, you just accept it as normal. Now, looking back, I realise that I was very poor, but I had a great time and great memories.

I remember coming home from school as a student, dropping my bag off, grabbing a ball and going out to play on the street with my friends. I loved that.

I used to lend my clothes out to some of my friends because they didn’t have clothes to wear. I would look for all my blue shirts at home, take them with me, and give them to my friends to wear. Then when I got home, I used to turn the borrowed shirts inside-out, so my mum wouldn’t see the dirt, until they were going to go into the wash… then I got into big trouble! But they were great days. I was really happy as a boy. My mum had a hairdressing salon, which looked after us in lot of ways.

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