Sunday: The Crown Jewel of Childhood in Jenta

Sunday meant a lot to us.

Sundays were the biggest, best, and most anticipated days of our childhood in Jenta. They still are.

You could endure an entire week of tuwo da miyan kuka because you knew that Sunday was coming—with its redemption plan: Sunday rice.

But it wasn’t just about the food. Sunday meant freedom. There was an unspoken agreement with our parents—on this one day, we were allowed to go for yawo (roam the town), as long as we returned before sundown.

Sundays were for adventure. We wandered through Gada Biu, Rukuba Road, Farin Gada, Bida Bidi, and sometimes, if we were feeling bold, all the way to Anguldi.

True, we didn’t have much in Jenta. But we had something priceless—a happy childhood. And when I look back, I don’t remember ever being unhappy.

In Motion, I tell these stories of our childhood adventures and so much more.