When we were boys.

When we were boys.

Life was sweet and eventful when we were boys.
We didn't worry about life or anything.
We played hide and seek,
We played in the rain 

And thoroughly enjoyed the harassment 

The pelting rain did on our little bodies.

We enjoyed herding the cattle 

And swam in shallow, muddy, 

Deep dams and rivers.

We enjoyed being naughty. 

We often received hiding whenever we came home late. 

We played football. 

From empty mealie meal packs every day, 

We drove all makes of cars made from wires. 

We liked shooting birds with slings 

And sometimes used snares 

To catch small animals. 

We played with sticky mud. 

The one used by the potter 

And rolled it to make Bulls and heifers 

We challenged each other 

To see which one was the strongest. 

We cried when bathing, 

We would leave white patches 

On our bodies when we bathed ourselves. 

Our minds were inquisitive, 

Sleeping was the only time we rested. 

We played with used car tyres the whole day. 

Chasing after them, rolling down the street. 

We didn't have hate, we loved unconditionally. 

We liked sweets and expected something

When mum and dad came from work. 

We spent the whole day playing 

In the streets with our friends. 

Playing meant the world to us. 

We were called for food all the time. 

We never thought of girlfriends. 

Having families or growing up. 

We just loved being boys 

Our parents were our role models

We always knew that Mum or Dad was a magician. 

Who always gave us what we wanted. 

We never knew that life was that hectic. 

It was very simple and beautiful 

We believed our world was the best

When we were boys, we were always happy. 

By Makurira