You might be wondering about the title. The first thing that came into my mind was the letters I used to receive from my best friend. We both learned at different boarding schools, so we used to write to each other. That was my school address, and it has stuck with me for the longest time. Let’s just say a lifetime because I don’t think I will forget it. Getting letters from her was delightful and the highlight of my boarding life.
Then there was my childhood. I grew up in the ghetto. We had phones but made from plastics and toy cars. We used to cook with open fire outside,Mahumbwe was the term for this whole set up. Yaa that was the last time I heard a functioning family and a husband that was so caring.
After school I would wait for my uncle or visit the community library, where I fell in love with reading. A collection of Goosebumps series and the Disney fairytales.
People used to visit each other, and album books were the source of entertainment. My granny used to tell us different tales some sad and some funny, but she always made sure there was a life lesson from each of the stories.
The late 90’s brought up a new life a fast one to be precise. My Dad had a Nokia 3310 and I remember playing ringtones and having so much fun from that. We are all familiar with the phrase, “do not reply I am giving back the phone” right? Good old days.
I also miss how we used to use our brains before the internet.
A public diary. 