A HARD DAYS NIGHT

I missed the days while in primary 1.I got up early in the morning and had a cold bath
and it was freezing.I suppose the climate was much cooler then.The morning
breeze was welcoming.My grandma would prepare for me with a cup of hot milo plus
two slices of bread with ‘planta’ and sugar on top or some fried banana for
breakfast.Kampung style fried rice is my favorite for my breakfast.No coffee.Coffee
is for elder folks I was told.I used to bring some guava fruits for
schoolmates.We have few good guava trees around the house.I go to school by ‘beca’
(trishaw) owned by some close friend to my grandma.We don’t have electricity at
that time,so there’s no night-life at the kampung.A few years later there was
electricity and we listened to the radio for short stories at night before I go
to bed.It was dark n quiet at night except for the sound of the wind blowing
the trees occasionally creating the sound of music in the lonely night.I go to
bed very early.I suppose tired after playing football etc with friends at the
field in front of our house in the evening.I got up early in the morning so I also
have to rest early.For that I can get enough energy for the day ahead.I love to
go to school because i got a few very good friends.Recess time was fun cos we
got to play for a while at the school field with the classmates.No worries.We
play our favorite games till the school bell rang.I don’t buy food from the
school canteen as my grandma always prepare something for me from home.Eating
with friends was a lot of fun at the canteen.We always share our food among
us.My school is about 3km away from the house.I got home quite early every
schooling day and after I had my lunch,I have to go to another class just next
to my house to study Arabic.About 5 o’clock in the evening after finishing my
chores at the farm,my grandma will reward me by allowing me to play football
and other games at the field.All my friends around the kampung would be there
to see the match almost daily.Friends forever,but true friend is hard to find
these days.Now I long for yesterday.Yesterday,’life’ was such an easy game to
play.If song can be the food of luv,play on…..