I met my childhood friends

I met my childhood friends,  

I saw them. They looked well and beautiful. I missed them. I miss them, however, I’m happy that we met, again.

 I saw Teiman, I saw Mmeikho, I saw Bophose, on a horse, I saw Monale at her home, I saw Mapelo ko Nyangane, I saw Matheketheke at church, and I saw Ngwanyana Wa Pula. I saw them.  I didn’t only see them, but I saw their children, their nieces, their nephews, their sisters, their brothers, their aunties, their mothers and their grandmothers. We talked. 

I was satisfied to realise that they have, like me, also stepped up, so to speak. They were responsible adults, responsible mothers, fathers, aunties and uncles. I wanted to ask them whether they remember the time when we were kids: how we so wanted to be adults, we couldn’t wait. I guess we have finally arrived. We have arrived. Dreams do come true indeed.

I am happy that I met my childhood friends, again.