A Memory Of My Happiest And Perfect Day.

There's this particular day that still feels like a dream to me, reason being that each time I remember, it do feel like I didn't experience it naturally, that day was just too perfect to be true, nothing special or extraordinary happened, but still that day remains perfect smd refused to fade.

That day was a Sunday, that day, I mean the weather was its usual self, hot as usual with us dripping in our sweat. From the start, I woke up from sleep hearing my sis singing her usual morning worship song, she was in the kitchen cleaning up and doing some other house chores.

It started feeling strange when that very morning nobody was looking for his or her left leg shoe, nobody was looking for his or her bible, nobody was looking for the cloth to wear or anything, that has never happened in our house, there will surely be shout and crys on Sunday mornings, well my bro made his way to the sitting room to on the radio as my mum was in the kitchen to make a little toast bread for us.

The radio also did not act it's usual self, it picked signal at once and was tuned to a station where music was being played, we all came to the sitting room to complete our dressings while vibing and dancing to the music. Even my mum and dad were out nodding their head to the song, nobody noticed the bread was already burning and when we finally knew, we all laughed it off and mum rushed back to check, that's unlike my family, my dad or mum would have said something or shout on us.

We all dressed up and went to church, most of us were wearing same cloth, but that didn't even matter, nobody complained, in my house if someone was to wear same cloth like the other, one would insist they didn't want such and would go back in to change into something else, but this particular day, nothing like that happened, what's happening, this unlike us.

That Sunday serve went as usual, nothing special, I didn't remember jotting down the sermon, that's unlike me also, but I very well remember the worship session, we were all so avrriwd away, including my bro who hardly dance, clap, sing or do anything in church, that day was different, it was like God arrested his heart that day. .

Also, we didn't plan to go anywhere after service, but immediately after service it was my dad himself who suggested we visit the beach, what, my dad? Is this real, this can't be, well jt was real, while going he said we shouldn't mind him that we should just go to see the beach, we all smiled, we weren’t dressed for the beach, no mats, no food, no money to rent or buy anything, but all those didn't matter to us, we took off our shoes, rolled up our trousers, we played in the water and chased each other like children, including my mum and dad, all this was unplanned, yet it was so perfect.

There was a woman nearby with a stall, she beckoned my sis over and gave her puff puff, she said she enjoyed watching us, and loved the way we all giggle, smile, and play. We all shared the sweet puffpuff and my dad though didn't have much on him, he bought more before we left for home, that day was just so good to be true, we all felt alive and unbothered and felt.

We were used to having light in the evening's, but on getting home that evening, there was no electricity, well that wasn't enough to switch the rest of the day for us, nobody complained, we just sat down in circles, out on the rechargeable lamp and we all take turns sharing stories. Well my dad story was the best, it was not the usual tortoise and all story, it was a story of how he met my mum and we all listened, my mum was just there smiling and being shy.

Our phones were off, so there were no distractions, and even my sis that still had some percentage left in hers didn't remember where she dropped it, still she wasn't concerned or bothered, we were all just there enjoying the day.

Thinking back now, I can't say I know what made that day different. Maybe it was the peace, the way we all let go of what we lacked and leaned/focused fully on what we had. That kind of hasn't happen before or after, its not one we could recreate, that kind of a day only happens once, you just stumble into it unplanned.

It's been long now, but the funny thing is, non of us even took pictures or anything, all we had was the memories, and every time I feel like I am losing it, when life gets heavy and am feeling off, I just go back to that day and I smile.

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