My African childhood

"The African childhood, full of sun and song,

Of wild adventures, both right and wrong.

Of games in the dust and laughter in the air,

Of friendships forged and stories shared.

The taste of mangoes, sweet and strong,

The warmth of family, a bond so strong.

The African childhood, a treasure and a joy,

A gift that stays with you, a lasting toy."

"The songs of birds and drumbeats in the night,

The scent of incense and fires burning bright.

The colors of the market, so vibrant and bright,

The sounds of people, a symphony of life.

The taste of jollof rice, a cultural delight,

The joy of dancing, a celebration in sight.

The African childhood, a world so rich and vast,

A tapestry of experiences, never to be outclassed."