There once existed in my life a beautiful time when my days then seemed to exist in a blissful wonderland - a past of fun filled moments of utopia. Today such moments are only rekindled by the extensions of my younger self which now of course exists in my children. With the exception of humiliating flagellation and other forms of severe corporal punishment that I endured both at primary school and home, in retrospect I draw a lot of amusement from that youthful past. At crèche we sang an old English kindergarten folklore song which, I just discovered 37 years later that my version was dramatically different from the original song! Ring-a-ring o roses, A pocket full of posies, A-tishoo! A-tishoo! We all fall down. I think my version went somewhat like this: Ringa ringa loses Nanana posy Ejis! Ejis! All fall down! At the same period we used to sing the national anthem and the opening line was a total disaster for me: Nkulunkulu tingati wetibusiso...! Kids say the darnedest things! I miss those days...
Posted on: Thu, 26 Jun 2014 05:42:31 +0000
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