The good old days

beautiful people. Thank you for dropping by my blog today. Today I want to talk about the good old days.

the sweet life of the 90s 😁 Don't mind me; I'm not that old. I just reflect on the life we used to live before death took almost everything from us. Back then in the village, everyone was family; we ate in everybody's house 🏠, and it was safe.

Families could exchange food with each other, and it was a normal thing. I remember my elder siblings sharing clothes with my cousin; we sleep at each other's houses too. My father and his brother are living in peace and harmony. Going to school back then was very easy; your gratitude and an appointment letter is waiting for you. Hmm, everywhere was peaceful, and everyone was family.

The Christian, Muslim, and traditionalist all were living in peace, with no unnecessary killings. Oh God, what really changed? How did we get here, with families fighting and even killing each other these days? Everyone changed when those good uncles died. Thing turned a different way.

You go to school 🏫, and after five to ten years, you are still searching for a reasonable job. Cousins are now strangers. My question is, what really happened? What changed? Thank you for reading through. I missed the good old days.