Dense fields, animals running across
We all played, no separating line
And picked the little *ross!
Those days when there was rain
Drums and melodies played
We felt pure joy no pain;
Through day and night it stayed!
Then all decided to change:
And things never remained the same!
I miss the old days!
Gone are those days!
Written by: Akeda Mj Agesa
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson
I am a member of the WRR editorial team.