childhood robbed cannot be regained

Childhood stolen cannot be regained.

In the past month I have gone from where is she to ,  and here she is again . 

I must confess it feels good to be thought of as a person and not a personality. I wasn’t aware that my people saw me to be so weird and bizarre. But when you grow up as I did, at the age of seven, knowing you have responsibilities to take up, automatically you’ve gotta be different. 

In the last few weeks I have been cleaning myself up and it’s been a rebirth. The cleaning spirit. 

My childhood was completely taken away from me , there were no birthdays, no holidays; no normal pleasures of childhood . It was exchanged with hard work , struggle and pain ….

Unfortunately, as an awful price, I can not recreate that part of my life neither can I change any part of the narrative.

But it’s up to me to be who I loved to be , need to be and appreciate what I choose upon myself… Besides, why cry over spilled milk.

I wonder where the light of nature will be when we open our hearts and express our God given talents….

The sounds of approval rows through the continent and the whole world abound magic .

Wonder fills our heart for we glimpse for an instinct, the playfulness of life …

And that’s why I love children ❤.

I learn so much from being around them. I realized that, many of our world problems today from the inner city crime to large scale wars, terrorism. Our over crowded prisons are a result of the fact that, children have had their childhood stolen from them . 

The magic, wonders, mysteries and the innocence of a child’s heart are the seas of creativity that would heal the world , I strongly believe in that ❤. 

What we need to learn from children isn’t childish. Being with them connects us to the deeper wisdom of life which is ever present. Life which only has to be lived ! 

There’s no other way to life which is waiting to be recognized with our own heart’s. 

I see children and cherish the little moments spent together with them including the sick and the poor . I have always been sensitive to their pains and struggles ….

For this reason, I love children. I really appreciate you being a part of my life , the journey has been though yet , we aren’t giving up !

Author: Introverted writer

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