Beatrice Ukwueze @thegovernor

I awoke tired and irritable after a restless night of combating mosquitoes. The insecticide I had used before had proven to be ineffective, leaving me with nothing but frustration. Determined to find a more potent solution, I decided to head out and search for a better insecticide.

The market was bustling with activity, and I found myself surrounded by numerous options, each claiming to be the most efficient at repelling insects. However, I was taken aback by the high prices of most of the products. After browsing through several stalls, I came across an attentive seller who recommended a particular insecticide, boasting of its effectiveness and quick action against mosquitoes.

Though a bit skeptical, I hesitantly purchased the recommended insecticide, hoping that it would indeed live up to its promise. As I made my way home, I felt a glimmer of hope that I had finally found the solution to my mosquito troubles.

Now, I sit in my room, eagerly waiting for the opportune moment to unleash the newly acquired insecticide. As the sun begins to set and the first buzz of mosquitoes fills the air, I hold the bottle tightly, anticipating the impending eradication of these bothersome insects. With a sense of determination, I patiently await the perfect time to spray my room, and I am ready to witness the mosquitoes' dance to their demise.

Living in the same compound as my neighbor Agnes was never a dull moment. She always had a way of making the rest of us feel somewhat inadequate because we weren't dating or in any relationship with the opposite gender. She would often boast about her love life and the attention she received. Last week, she started talking about how she was expecting a big surprise package on Valentine's day, which was today.

As the day progressed, Agnes received her elaborate package filled with romantic goodies from her boyfriend. Her excitement was palpable, and she made sure to show off her gifts to all of us. Meanwhile, the rest of us neighbors exchanged love and joy among ourselves, celebrating the day in our own way. There was a sense of camaraderie and warmth that filled the air, and I must say, we were all enjoying every bit of it.

Later in the evening, Agnes approached us with a contrite expression on her face. She confessed that despite receiving the extravagant gift, she still felt a deep sense of emptiness. She apologized for her earlier boisterous remarks and expressed her appreciation for our companionship. We accepted her apology with understanding, and as a show of good spirit, we all came together to continue the celebration. Laughter filled the evening air as we shared stories and enjoyed each other's company.

The atmosphere at the stadium was electric, with the crowd filled to the brim, eagerly awaiting the much-anticipated clash between the two rival teams. As the match kicked off, the energy in the stadium was palpable, and it was clear that we were in for an intense and enthralling game.

The match went back and forth, with both teams displaying sheer determination and skill. In one moment, the crowd was roaring in excitement as our team made thrilling attacks and came close to scoring. However, in the next minute, the tide would turn, and we found ourselves jeering and shouting in frustration as the opposing team launched equally formidable counter-attacks.

The game was undeniably tough, filled with nail-biting moments and heart-stopping near misses. Each goal attempt and save sent the crowd into a frenzy, as we collectively held our breath, hoping for our team to emerge victorious.

As the final whistle approached, the tension in the stadium reached a fever pitch. Then, in a moment of sheer joy and relief, our team scored a stunning goal, sending the crowd into raptures of delight. The stadium reverberated with the deafening cheers and applause of the fans as they erupted in celebration.

When the final whistle was blown, marking the end of the game, the atmosphere was electric with jubilation. In a thrilling turn of events, our country's team emerged triumphant, overcoming the tough competition and clinching a hard-fought victory.

And just after classes today and after the strenous walk from school to my apartment, I sat comfortably on the warm comfort of the soothing fabric -called bed, and dozed off deep in thoughts to the life I used to have as a kid.

The life I had was not used to this stress.
The life I had was peaceful and full of happiness memories and comfort, the only thing that ever worried me then was the denial of the sweet early morning sleeps that sets to mark trigger our student's role each working day.

The roads was always clear and peaceful and utterly was fun too to pick twigs and fling them to my fellow mates leaving roars of laughter as we strolled down the streets from school.

Things to eat wasn't a problem because dad and mum always provides, school fees wasn't a problem because eventually, it'd be paid.
We feared no harm on the way because as children, our hearts was pure and we knew no enemy.

Always absorbed in weekend play with the fellas and would skip morning and afternoon meals just so we could enjoy the fun to it's fullest.

Nature knew us and we understood its happiness.
I think I want my childhood back.