Happiness is in being a child

It’s day 21 of #UGblogMonth and trust me to show up to the closing of a party, why not! I need to hear the Deejay last song choice and him making that announcement they usually play at parties ‘the DJ says thank you and goodnight’ so yes I’m here for all the closing remarks and how lit the journey has been. First of all before we get in to the gist of today’s post, allow me applaud each one of you that took part either as a writer or reader. I couldn’t have done it without you. Your stories gave me reason to write but also gave me a sneak peak in to your world as I took steps in each of your minds and I loved it. As for my dear readers, thank you for showing up because you kept me going and not feel like I was talking to myself, I thank you. To the amazing people I have e-met during this blog challenge, it’s been such a pleasure and joy, now let’s not be strangers. As for me, I’m so awarding myself [I think I’ll bake myself a cake] because wow. I started the 21days of #UGblogMonth the exact day the 21 days of #lockdownblog challenge started by Ms Tinashe had just ended. Not to brag but yooooo almost 6 weeks of blogging daily, I can only staaannnnn plus it can only be God. I should do a recap about this now that it’s done. Anyways enough of my mumble jumble, let’s get in to this post shall we?

If you notice my title choice, you can tell that I’m playing clever by shooting two birds with one stone by combining yesterday’s blog prompt [childhood memory] and today’s since I didn’t get to write yesterday. As they say, it’s never too late so let’s do this. Quite frankly though, I think I lived my happiest moments as a child or at least a great percentage of them are from childhood. Don’t get me wrong, adulting has it beauty growth but nothing takes the trophy like the joy of being a child and the innocence in it. I remember how we’d play in the rain with no worries about anything till the parents mentioned that you could catch a fever from it. How can I forget the excitement from playing dodge ball a.k.a kwepena, stuck in the mud and all those adventurous games that left you feeling alive. Don’t get me started on forging the parents signature in your homework book on those long weekends where you played too much, forgot to do your work and had to do it Monday morning at school which meant you had to find a way to sign it [I think this is how corruption starts haha].

I have so many blissful and notorious memories from my childhood and it’s tricky figuring out which particular one to share. One thing I remember though, I was so confident as a child, extremely. Sometimes I feel like if my child version met adult me, she probably would struggle recognising her. I wonder where all this fearlessness went but maybe blame in on growing up and things or insecurities show up louder than they were, as you see them clearer you somehow start to slowly cringe in to your safety net. But maybe one day the safety net will be burnt but that’s a long term process still being worked on. Anyway, so in the spirit pf being fearless, I recall how I was the only girl on an all boys football team with Kampala Kids league. Whether or not I actually kicked the ball or scores for my team is a story for another day but I did get a medal, certificate and group photo from it. And then how I once randomly painted a picture in those Saturday Vision sadolin things and I won a T-shirt, colors and I think paint for my school, I don’t quite remember but I know the headmaster couldn’t stop talking about me in the staff room and I was like 3 weeks new in the school. I was suddenly walking unnecessarily on cloud 9 fwaaaaa haha Good times!

See, revisiting my childhood is such a happy place and I’m grateful. Meanwhile I can’t forget the kind of naughty child I was. Trust the African in my mother to woop me with everything and anything in her sight. I hated school so much so each time they’d wake me up, I’d go to the bathroom lock myself in and sleep hehe. Then my dad would come and make sure I’m all showered and the war would shift to my uniforms. I’d start fighting with buttons on my T-shirt oh bwoy! Sometimes it was my homework book that suffered because I’d tear the pages out and draw vorongonto [equivalent of doodling] in my book then get disciplined by my teacher. But you see, I didn’t fear being beaten in fact, it made me grow more horns to be notorious hehe. Wow, Jesus did really save me because wow, I was a handful. And should I give birth to one of my kind, I’ll definitely not spare the rod ati exercising naughty corners, no chance. It worked for my mother and I turned out right so mini me better get ready. Also fun fact, I was such a chubby cute baby and I think if baby me met adult me she’d think I’m being starved or something because the two look nothing alike. A part of me knows that my chubby cheeks relocated to the future and may one find their way back to my face haha.

Chubby cute baby me-[all three pictures]

Aside from all my madness, I truly did enjoy myself as a child. Sometimes my siblings and I recount the memories and just burst in to hearty laughter. They still get mesmerized by the awesome kick ass adult I turned out to be because with all my walalala, it can only be God. I remember our fights for the remote then going to the neighbors to watch sunset beach some stupid telenovela and coming back to find the maid had locked us out. We had a T.V but it was in black and white pictures while our neighbors had the colored so we always wondered why their pictures were different. Also I used to think every TV had a small window at the corner which you’d open and a staircase would roll out so the presenters could walk in to the TV, I still laugh at myself. I thought so for radio too but for these one I thought they’d sleep in the radio because since we never see them, maybe the never come out. The brain of a child hihi. I remember the first time my dad bought us sofa sets, we jumped in them the whole night carrying each other and in the process I think I fell and broke my arm. Then some time my mum bought us a new ball so as we were playing with it in the night, my brother kicked it so hard and it landed in my stomach by mistake. It left me sick and throwing up for like three whole days. Oh my, how can I forget the day we watched the Jesus movie and I wailed for about two days telling my family how they’d killed Jesus. I think I missed the part where He resurrected. As for the first time I found out we were going to boarding school, I was so excited because I was finally going to own my own loaf of bread lol. The memories are countless and each of them make me happy in their own way.

I know some of my happiest moments were lived as a child also because there was no worry about bills and responsibility that growing up hands you. But then again, adulting too has it’s happy moments. I’m a firm believer of the fact that happiness is an inside job and it’s a choice. You can choose to be happy right where you are regardless of your circumstances. And my happy place is in God because every time I’m tempted to sulk about life and wallow in a pity party, He always has a way of cheering me up and that makes me happy. It can either be through His Word or a song or a friend that randomly calls to check up on me or sends me a meme or even in just the simplest things and it gets me back to my happy mode. Fun fact, I’m a happy person so I always try to guard the things that keep me happy so that even when I’m sad I’ll try to find the happy in there. I guess happiness like life is what you make it and it doesn’t have to always be material, true happiness is from within. The kind that keeps you smiling even when the storm’s raging and only God can give you that kind of happiness. He calls it JOY!

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Published by: Dee Gash

My story...your story...our stories make up our history that will live on long even after our journey on earth ends! Let’s keep it written! I am all about this Writing Life...I believe we all have a story to tell and this is my version! I’m humbled that you get to read it. Take a seat and let’s hear from each other.

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17 thoughts on “Happiness is in being a child”

  1. You reminded me of my own childhood memories Dee. I have to admit you were a lovely child. Yes we all do notorious things while growing up but I think that is what makes our childhood happy and memorable.

    I still love watching kids do the things that I used to do. Though the kids now spend a lot of time digitally, so many don’t even go out to play. But anyways childhood is always a childhood. Life grows and we all remind ourselves of those old days.

    Lovely post.

    Best wishes from The Strong Traveller and have a great day

    Do have a look at my blog whenever you find the time. There is some travel and lifestyle content which you may find interesting. Your thoughts will surely be very valuable. 🙂

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    1. Awwwwwwww I’m glad it did and yes childhood memories are the best, so priceless if you had a good one. And it’s sad kids these days might miss out on all the fun we had but i guess times change and we have to adjust accordingly. It’s amazing watching kids and literally seeing yourself in them haha. Thanks for passing by, I’ll definitely pass by and read all your travel adventures 🥳🥳🥳

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      1. Yes, and also kids nowadays I feel know so much more than we used to at their age. It baffles me sometimes. It will be lovely for you to stop by. Motivation is all we need in these trying times. Thanks 🙂

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      2. Yesss they are more exposed and informed than we are and while it has its cons, it’s pros are lovely to watch…astonishing! Yessss yessss motivation is all we need…you’re welcome

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  2. Reblogged this on Resolute Scribbles and commented:
    Hahaha forging those signatures 😂🙌🏽🙌🏽 corruption indeed. My brother and I used to make the driver sign. 😂.
    Also fighting for the remote is a highlight. Bambi sunset Beach is a classic. 👏🏾
    Haha indeed you were naughty, I hear my ‘walala’.
    Wow. You’ve made me laugh.
    Thanks for sharing Dee.

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    1. Awwwww you reblogged🙈🙈🙈thanks Danie🥰🥰mahn atleast you and your brother were sharp because the driver is an adult. As for sunset beach I even wonder if it was for our age haha just remembered young and the restless but I’m old yaraabiii😅😅😅😅 those remote fights were real haha….thanks for reading hun and walking down memory lane with me🥳🥳🥳

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