Adults always think that when you reach a certin age you forget your life as a kid and that sometimes of you try to remember you forget how your life as a kid is, I used to think like that and then I realized I still remember my childhood days, if not all part of it. I am a17 year old senior in one of the biggest High School in Ghana, West Africa, my name is "Nana Akos", my mom called from her car suggesting me to get in the car. "What were you thinking about" she asked. " nothing mom" I answer in Twi (a language spoken in Ghana), she ask again "what happened in school" I proceed to tell her that nothing happened much, but her questions keep coming and at this point I don't know what to say, so I told her that I am hungry. She stops her car and calls one of the food sellers on the street and buys me donut or puff puff as we call it in Ghana( it is not actually called Puff puff it has a twi name but it is difficult to type in english since some of the twi alphabets are not in the english alphabets). I take the puff puff and blow on it as it is hot, I took a bit from it and burned my tongue, I was then reminded of when I was once in the hospital due to some serious sickness. I ask my mom " do you remember when I was at the hospital when I was 4" she then responds with" yeah but you were to young, how do you remember, anyways I do, it was one of the sad times for me I remember praying so hard without even drink water and eating. That is why I tell you to look after your self every well" I cut her off and tell her " that I always look after myself and I avoid doing unnecessary work that will put any strain on me . She responds with "hmm I hear" (in Twi). I look over at my brother Kwabena who is playing video game on the Tablet we received just yesterday. I asked him when he downloaded the game he responds " yesterday". I shake me head and continue to eat my puff puff.
