The Early Mornings of Childhood

The smell of blooming flowers against the fading Queen of the night, very early mornings agreed with yellow hues. From the darkness, soft kerosene lamps flickered on, candles were relit, or yellow bulbs haloed the ceiling, and then the rising sun was borne. In came the pleasant sounds of peculiar birds that would go missing for the rest of the day. Those early mornings welcomed smiles, gentle coughs, sniffing. Hot cocoa, toast and eggs, akara scents, ankara Mothers’, oily fingers, purring cats, doors creaking open, then creeping shut, car engines yawning a shaky hum, until they roared … Good morning

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s