A place from your past or childhood, one that you’re fond of, is destroyed. Write it a memorial.
Growing up was fun, whenever I go to Lagos Island, sweet memories still flood my mind, memories of a clean sparsely populated and breezy neighborhood which encompassed Bishop Street, Olowogbowo, Elegbata, Daddy Alaja, Koseh, Balogun, John Street, Doherty, Idumota and Marina. Everywhere was our playground including the gutters and right in the middle of black well tarred roads, cars hardly passed by, it was only a few people that had cars, commuting was not common then,
