Black and White Days

At three years old; we freely hid from tree to tree, and sneaked through under table to table, with snow smiles, filled with smells of present, and a rainbow heart of innocence, blinded with mountains of curiosity and fountains of supreme surprises. Clowning and crowning was fully allowed. But frowning and crying was full suppressed and disallowed. Dreams were monochrome, while responsibility was asleep. Ambition was a joke, while play was a gift of shift without a fight. Eze went to school with thorn school uniform, without a pen, book and school sandals, but still graduated with flying laughter. Tortoise could not trick the snail, because they both live in a shell. But it tricked the lion, by drowning into its shell. Kisses were meaningless, but still served has the eyes of salvation. While wildness was sweetness. Danger was headless, while envy had shortness of breath. Ada and Obi's affectionate touches; never stole away virginity. Sooner they departed into growth and found themselves in the paths of modernization. And Ada could no longer tell; if Obi is still a boy. Because her trust has rusted, and she wonders, why did their eyes met again in the rainbow lane of maturity? But she can't doubt God, the Almighty master designer of affection. Because he has immortalized the future, and has wisely joined Obi and Ada solely together, till eternity sleeps. -Oloidi, Oluwafemi *keep winning!*