Tuesday 13 March 2018

Memories




Our Parties


Our parties were the talk of the town. When I was seven, my birthday party was held at
home, mainly in the garden. We wore trendy clothes Mama had made for us. She was
fashionable too. Our hair was untouched, natural, kinky and bushy. We looked the part,
the 1970s chics.


The music was an important part of the party, dancing wildly and dancing to win. Mama
had the best prizes for the winners. My brother Mike always won. He was a great dancer
with moves like Michael Jackson, he was not inhibited when it came to dancing. He is
now a very calm gentleman whose voice is never heard. How we change!


There was a whole assortment of pastries but the jollof rice won. It was tasty, not so
spicy, made just right for children. We ate heaps and heaps of the colorful, tempting
rice with large pieces of chicken completed with a creamy salad.


The sugar was too much though, sweets, drinks, and cakes. This must have been the
reason why the party got livelier. We danced a lot and played less.


Our parties were very communal, many friends from school, neighbors and family friends
attended. I wish I could find the photograph of us standing on the stairs. The tall ones, Ben
and his friends at the back and the younger ones including the birthday girl in front.

I can still see the colorful decorations and balloons hanging in the trees like ripe mangoes
waiting to be plucked. These images never leave me.

2 comments:

  1. Balloons in the trees hanging like mangoes creates an inviting image. Thanks for sharing your special memories.

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  2. Love this memory and the way in which you described it. Birthday parties are the best... and these sound wonderful.

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