My introductory post

in #uti7 years ago

I am EDOHO, UTIBEABASI MIRACLE, THE THIRD OF five children

From Ekpene obo in Esit Eket, Akwa Ibom State.
A christain by religion, lover of christ, a 400level student of petroleum engineering, university of Uyo.
A proud cook, an entreprenuer.
ITMPDOODLE1517308062201.jpg was raised in Navy Town Ojo Lagos. And I am very proud of my humble beginnings .. a time when everyone treated each other like family, 👫 We went outside to play in the streets, built dens, climbed trees and built tree houses 🌳, we didn't eat fast food🍟🍔....we ate Groundnuts, Kulikuli, Kokoro, Puff Puff, Buns, Ojukwu finger, agidi jollof with biscuit bone, dankwa, Balewa sweets and home made foods....we would get ice cream from the ice-cream man,kunu from Hausa women.

We played ten-ten, Suwe, game boy, hide and seek🙈, in and out, police and thief and then enjoyed visiting our neighbors, Families and friends.
There was no bottled water🍶, we drank water from the tap or buy Ice-water 🚰 if we had a drink, we would share the same bottle of juice...after giving it a wipe with our mucky sleeves, We had a tv only to be switched on at 4pm on weekdays and 10am on weekends; rode our bikes 🚲 or played in the rain for hours, "barefoot".🕰There was no such thing as a mobile phone or any other electronic device 📵. We weren't AFRAID OF ANYTHING (except maybe the Nurse, the soldiers at school and our parents 😉) If someone had a fight, that's what it was...a fist fight👊. Kids didn't have guns🔫 or knives🔪, we played cowboys & crooks. 🏇The street lights 💡were our curfew or until your Mom shouted through the window. School was mandatory, ✏️📒.
The days of going to school in groups just so we could gist and buy dankuwa,Gudygudy and condense milk with our pocket money. And tales of Kidnapper's scare everywhere and mom would warn us not to collect sweet from a stranger if u dont want to turn to a tuber of yam. Lol.
We would NOT disrespect our elders👴🏼👵🏼 because we knew we'd get an ass whooping, with the belt, shoe or wooden spoon not forgetting the koboko invisibly hidden in every corner of the house. (Inter-street football match was superb during our time)
Trekking was our best means of transportation then...

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