The Days of Old

The most beautiful, gorgeous, most peaceful, Africa in miniature.
These were the words once used to describe Cameroon in the days of old.
Days in which our forefathers lived.
The days in which mobile phones were for the nobles and communication was done by the town criers and the legendary " I hear says ".

The days in which a man's compound was filled with numerous children from several wives, yet they lived their lives happily in one accord.

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The days when being the greatest farmer, Hunter, wrestler, Fishman, blacksmith, in the society was every child's dream.
Ooohh those days.
The days when oil and salt were the most precious requirements a man would need to get a woman's hand..

Days when grandma Eposi would carry a hot pot of fufu with her bare hands and still keep her calm.
The days when the rain's coming was announced by thunder booms and not forecast news.
Those days.
Those days when children would play and run naked in the rain the return home with a cold. The mothers would use their whips as drumsticks to drum on the children's buttocks before administering treatments.
Hahaha😅😅 those days.
Days that one could walk freely on the streets without the fear of getting shot.
Days in which games such as " *tabala, see-saw, touch and follow and dodging as well as wire/rubber cars". For this was the lifestyle of every child.

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My name is Mola Okole na molombe Epora titi. And this is my little story of the old.
So I urge you to tell your story of what life once was in our now bleeding land of Cameroon..

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