MOMENTS I MISS

Ibrahim S Bangura
Posted July 17, 2020 from Sierra Leone

The beauty of creativity [poetry writing] has brought so much joy to me, it gives my brain and mind eyes to see beyond the borders of loneliness and makes me realised that sometimes there is beautiful sweet past like this one below. Thanks to Praxis magazine for publishing this piece and to their wonderful photographer Duncan Lessing. This was my life, I missed every bit of what is in this poem. Enjoy!  

 

When I recall the colours of my childhood memories I fall asleep hoping to enjoy those moments in my dreams, but I’m living now where all I dream about is fighting poverty I miss the moments when our relatives called my friends and I monkeys

We played like monkeys; hanging upside down in Mango trees our toes clinging onto strong branches, swinging bare-chested in big, baggy trousers tied around the waist with shoelaces I miss the days when I knew nothing

about the world: but I realised when I was hungry I would go to the village stream with friends to swim freely; catch and eat fishes for our supper In those days my eyes never saw the piles of bodies

on TV caused by Ebola – blame was cast on eating bush meat I remember my food bowl; it had a small hole where my soup escaped leaving me grumbling and my belly rumbling unless I sucked it quickly I even miss the times when a cousin came to eat with me

He was canny; he invented a game whereby no rice should touch the ground while we ate If one of us dropped a single grain, he must watch his eat-mate play My cousin always won. I miss all those moments, it was fun

to watch my uncle dancing to Ghanaian house party music on the radio at home; the way he controlled his heavy, leather shoes not to cause any shoe accidents by squashing someone’s toes But what I miss the most is our compound; playing balance ball

in the rain, boys against girls – love came alive I miss the moments when we played like monkeys I miss my food bowl, I miss my uncle dancing, I miss our compound I miss the moments when I knew nothing about the world

This story was submitted in response to Men & Boys.

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Busayo Obisakin
Jul 17
Jul 17

Lovely memory Ibrahim! Thank you for sharing with us.
Busayo

Ibrahim S Bangura
Jul 17
Jul 17

Thank you!

Tamarack Verrall
Jul 17
Jul 17

Hi Ibrahim,
You are such a good story teller. I feel as if I have met you and listened to your story in person. And to know I have met a young man who thinks and feels deeply - and poetically. It is so important that we have news for each other and what is going on in our areas, so that we can work together.

Ibrahim S Bangura
Jul 17
Jul 17

Tam, thank you once again for keeping me going by your words. I must say thank you to the founder of World Plus for brining up this wonderful initiative. My voice is coming right from a paralysed hill and humble mountain. I have been working on a collection poems and illustrations to share to the world.The title is ' My Road' which is going be out in due time. I am presently working on another collection of 30 poems, 10 stories and 15 illustrations.

Hello, Ibrahim,

You definitely have a gift of writing! Keep sharing your stories. I wouldn't be surprised if you'll write a book one day. Why not?

Ibrahim S Bangura
Jul 23
Jul 23

Sure, I completed a writing project last year funded by Prince Claus, I tilted it 'MY ROAD' in it I have 'Our ancestor's little gods, Same Road, How I learned to wash my body' and more. It will soon come out. I am also working on another collection of poems, stories mixed up with illustrations the world has never seen.

Thelma obani 2020
Jul 29
Jul 29

Your story is sooo amazing.
Thanks for sharing

Chi8629
Jul 30
Jul 30

Thank you for sharing.