The view was great especially during the evenings: the sunset was usually rosy and radiant, calming yet inviting. You could feel its friendliness as though calling upon you to come closer; it was just a sight to behold. This was where I grew up. Everything was peaceful; you could almost hear the crashing of waves and the rhythmic sound of the ocean. I had never been away from The Riverside, never seen the outside world. I felt bounded because the only thing I could see was the horizon from beyond. Most often, Traders and Sailors came around with shipments filled with Western clothing, foods, books and several other things which were foreign. They even had toys too :). I was poor, so I never really had anything given to me besides food and good clothes. It’s just exciting to see all of us children run down to shore whenever the men from the outside world came.
I loved to play with my friends. “Hide and Seek” was our favorite game. My favorite hideout was behind the bushes where no one ever checked but sometimes I would opt to hide behind the rocks when at the beach. I usually picked sea shells too. I had collected thousands of them in the hope that I would be able to exchange them for toys whenever the men came. I had two siblings we didn’t get to see much of each other but it was always fun when they were home.
One night while we were playing in the moonlight, a ship docked. We went to see if it was the usual men because I thought they were due to return the next week as usual. I immediately grabbed my basket filled with shells I had gathered and ran to the Port. My friends ordered for me to return that instant but I refused. I began seeing people being pushed into waiting ships. What was happening? I couldn’t tell. I tried to get closer as I hid behind the rocks on the shores. It was a full moon but the light didn’t seem enough, rather it was blurry. I didn’t move any closer as I saw my friends in the distance. They seemed to be shaking their heads; yeah they disapproved me being inquisitive.
As I walked towards a bunch of reproachful faces, I couldn’t stop looking back at the men being pushed into the ships. I sought an explanation and it came to me, “The New World”! On second thought, I wondered if the men were tired of staying here at the Riverside. I scowled for a moment, I hope not. My friends laughed at the idea of the men being taken to The New World, but seconds later they all rested their hands on their cheeks dreamily. I shook my head in disbelief and immediately assumed the same position as them. That was all we ever dreamed about; when we were older we made a pact to leave our poor remote Island. Soon we returned to playing our games and forgot all about what had happened.
Later that night, I eagerly told my mama about what had happened. She seemed stunned and broke down, that wasn’t the reaction I expected. She should have been happy they were taking the men to The New World. She walked towards the wall and looked at the picture of a man hanging from our mud hut in our poorly lit room. She was crying so I asked her what happened. She found it difficult to say anything, so I asked if my father was ever taken in one of the ships down at The Riverside. She nodded her head and wiped away her tears with the edge of her wrapper. I knew the answer already; I just wasn’t sure why I decided to ask. I couldn’t wait to tell my friends, I was sure Bola, Seyi, Deola, Dayo, Shola, Ife, Eze, Titi and Naomi would all be jealous by the time I told them my father had been to the New World before :). Mamma didn’t say a thing and I soon returned to playing moonlit games. Every day I would go down by The Riverside, hoping one day the men would take me away in their ship to their own world, just the thought of that made my face light up with a smile. I was going to the see the world beyond the one I grew in. I ran to shore, I could see the ship in the distance. They were soon out of sight. Until then, I intended to enjoy my childhood maybe they would take me away one day.
#MyThought –> How blissful it was to be a child, having not to worry and think about all these many things that dance all up in my head now. The innocence back then was without blemish and yes! We all were once as naive as the little girl in the story. :p
Thank you for reading! 😀 Please make use of the “Thought box” below and tell us your own naive childhood tale. Yes! You have one! #GodisWatchingYou
69 thoughts on “Tale of a Little Child [Down By The Riverside]”
This is nice…really nice….brilliant piece!! Kudos…
Perfect execution of words,well-scripted… CLASS
It So Awesome Having Not To Bother About Things As A Child….Having Yur Friends All Around You To Keep You Company And Dreaming About How Big Yur Future Is Gonna Be!!! Life As A Child Is So Amazing!! Either Rich Or Poor! ^_^ 🙂
❤ glad you enjoyed it
Nice…i love dis … Simple bet yet touching n brilliant (y)
VeRy Very Awesome. I like like. 🙂
I’m glad you do.
Nice one. Childhood experiences are one of the best. Nothing to worry about. Doing things out of free will. Everything you do turns out to be fun later. Its an experience which the story has no ending. Nice one bev. Keep it up.
Thanks Nife ❤
I wanna see the new world too *dreamy eyes*…this piece was awesome..i was actually waiting for the tragic end and never saw one……great relief…!….my childhood was filled with romantic wishes..yeaaah…like getting a love inscripted necklace and so on…but i never wanted to grow up tho..still don’t.
Yh me too..I never saw that ending… #brilliant
lol we all have to grow up eventually..thanks for reading
Wow!!! Touching story….that feeling of being a child with no worries of any sort….*sigh*
Nice… it would really be cool to have that feeling of not having to bother about stuff, just enjoy what the world has to offer, laugh with any hidden meanings, run around without someone saying “aGbaya”.. Really see the world as a child again.. nice One Funto….
God knows I wnt 2 go bk 2 dose days wen d onli prob was knowin d color of crayon to use *sigh….. Nice write up bro
thanks for reading 🙂
This is an astute and well laid out piece of writing… I love this.
I appreciate , thanks for reading
Sweet one again!
Wow! It’s funny how you seem to have been there the whole time and experienced everything! Good writing though!
great one! ❤
This is very innovative n motivating.kudos to u dear.
Omg… I love the literature….ur writing is beautiful… Yh.. I miss my childhood…. Not having to worry bout many things…. Ignorance was bliss, dreams were always amazing… I always dreamt then of flying planes, but they looked like buses with wings in my dreams, now we can’t claim ignorance anymore, now we can’t dream like that anymore, now we must b aware and hunt our dreams back… Nice read nice read
Outstanding tale. Ignorance is indeed a blessing.
beautiful write-up. i missed my childhood, for some reason i cant seem to remember anything and i have very few pictures. well my mom said i was stubborn so im sure i had fun.
Thanks TI 🙂
This is beautiful!
I really enjoyed reading! Great job!!
thanks a lot 🙂
Ignorance is #Bliss
AWWWWWWW. This is beautiful. 🙂 Such Innocence. Sometimes I miss being a kid and not having a care in the world.
awww Leema :’)
An outstanding piece, my friend. Touched me on several levels. Thanks.
I am glad ❤ thanks for reading
Thanks Valerie :*
I also expected there to be a gory ending to the story. It works well without one.
Well written, captures the essence of childhood well.
Good use of language to form contexual imagery we can relate to.
Loool…I know my comments are very technical. What I mean is that the piece is very good. Well done @ShyTalkative.
thank you very much Eva, I’m glad you enjoyed it.
Nice piece….’M stl innocent sha :p
Yes you are, and the Queen of England is black. :p
lol we all want to think that
Such a beautiful composition…
Thanks you 🙂
really creative n yet very simple and easy to relate to…sure we all had crazy beliefs and imagination when we were younger but then life has a way of opening our eyes to see things the way they really are
thanks for reading
Really Good.. Wat Was Urr Inspiration?
thanks, I wanted to write something close to the slave trade.
Thanks to all who read it 🙂 Wish I could reply all of you. Hopefully I’m able to guest write again.
thumps up bro
Great. Nice. Perfect.
Oh this is really nice. Brilliant work.
childhood days…….days i love the most….nice piece tho….cudos…
There’s somthing interesting and almost sad about her innocence and ignorance….well written piece.
You have a really good way with words. Thanks for not making it tragic in the end.
In my opinion, one great thing about childhood is having a long life ahead of you with a lot of opportunities, plans…. And choices.
This is so beautiful.
You are a great writer Banana :*
I love the simplicity. we all had those naive thoughts.
Childhood is awesome! Beautiful innocence! Good piece.. Keep it up. 🙂
Hey, this is really nice…a touch of class 🙂 + I’m not sharing my cool story :p
LOL. You really should. Humor us! common!
nice! nice ! nice!…..this is so wonderful…..it even made me smile 🙂 ….kip up d good work (y)!
Thanks everyone for reading.