I am gripped by a strange kind of nolstagia. My mind is racing back to the times past. The years of my prime youth. The good old days!
I miss the rolling hills of my village, the small meandering river where my granny's cattle fed. I miss my childhood years. The summer sun shone bright in the mornings as I went to school. My granny would share with us bed time stories from the bible and pray for the entire family for God's protection and His guidance.
I miss the rolling hills of my village, the small meandering river where my granny's cattle fed. I miss my childhood years. The summer sun shone bright in the mornings as I went to school. My granny would share with us bed time stories from the bible and pray for the entire family for God's protection and His guidance.
(By Kajuna June 2006 pic.)
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