To days when yes was yes, and no was no, and maybe made sense even when the month wasn’t May and there were no bees to be found.
To the final run of teeth through school girl hair in anticipation of seven o’clock when cartoon network assumed its rightful place on GTV.

To afternoons watching “Hindi Movie” while munching on rice and beans, with salad, spaghetti, gari and everything in between.

To vacation classes that had less to do with science and math and more to do with mingling with boys-boys, girls-girls and a cross-section of the two.

To waiting in restless anticipation for the weekend in order to escape school. And then waiting in anticipation for Monday to return to school.

To Kingsbite chocolate, nkate boga, and coke; worthy prizes for good behavior, hard work, and treats from visiting family and friends.

To times when internal rivers gushed over things like who got to sit at which dining table chair and who got to be (claim) which power ranger.

To moments when it was perfectly normal for siblings to fight like cats and dogs and immediately resume collaborative mischief against everyone else

To the morning rush to call shot-gun, sit up front and decide who could read the Daily Graphic, Junior Graphic and Spectator first

Back to when.

When the simple things counted.
When life was all play and tears were momentary lapses.
When being troublesome was the norm, and being “good” the exception
When mistakes were okay and ego barely known
When laughter and smiles were abundant regardless of strife
When kids could be kids – acting grown-up, without actually being it.

Back to… when?

Jemila Abdulai is the creator of Circumspecte. Follow her insights on Twitter and Facebook.


  1. Going down the memory lane …. trying to put the pieces together, hoping that you would understand nature? 'Saan er livet' –> such is life

  2. I love this, i love this, i love this…back to when we both had the same Johnny Quest dreams…

  3. thats a nice piece of article, really takes me back to memory lane…hmnnnn, you never know how fun it is to be young till you are older and assume responsibilities.

  4. Poetry doesn't usually do it for me, but something about this post had me reading to the very end… looking back, I think I missed Power Rangers on GTV, but Captain Planet on GBC was the craze; and closing credits on Akan drama signified the true end of the weekend… thanks for this trip back to when.

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