His name was nnana (the baby)

He was the king. Everything revolved around him. He was loved and admired by everybody, while others envied him. He made everyone cheerful. Even my strict grandfather playfully called him Korotman, soon my father joined, so did my cousins, my brother and I. He was always spotless, with soft chubby cheeks and smelled sweet. He didn’t even walk or bothered talking to anyone. His mother was always carrying him, sometimes visitors, my grandmother, sister, my mother, my aunties and uncles, particularly my late uncle Bathina. His food was very different. My brother and I wondered why he was never fed phaleche (maize meal). I have always suspected that he was arrogant. I deeply loved him; I wanted to be like him. 
 However, sometimes I curiously wondered whether I was ever like him; thankfully his mother and my sister narrated in detail that when I was Korotman’s age, I was also ‘envied’.  Although I still don’t believe that there was ever anyone like Korotman, I wonder whether Korotman too, feels the same, because he has a younger sister. 

 I wonder what Korotman saw. 
#childhood

#siblings

#cousins

#baby