My Childhood Favourites

This thing called ‘nostalgia’. Who are you? You blow hot and cold at the same time – one child, different mothers, loved and hated the same. In one hand you hold the Polaroids of old, yellowed and dog-eared with age…full of smiles, carefree youthfulness and abandon; yet in the other sits the present and the future, full of promise yet mingled with uncertainty, a road yet untravelled.

Today I find myself…and I’m on a scale, tipping left and right when all I want to do is stay centered, around a fulcrum of certainty. All I need today is to create my future with a patchwork of squares and scenes from the past. Is to reread the stories and novels that made my childhood heart sing, to lick sweetened fruit powders off my palms and to explore the world with eyes of wonder and skinny legs that could run.

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My daughter, I figure I was just beginning to lose teeth in the 80s

I’m back home and all of a sudden, I have three eyes – two that see what always was and one that sees anew. One eye, an intruding telescope, peeping through the dark blue velvet curtains of the past. The days when children played on sand and grass and cooked inedible ‘soups’  in tin cans, when we saved our dresses for Christmas and our patent leather shoes too. When we were on our best behavior so that the gift of ‘Treetop powder’ would be ours on a Sunday.

I call myself a Nigerian child of the 80s – the decade I became a teenager.

Some of the most memorable periods of my life were in the 80s:

  • In 1981, we went on a family trip to Jos, in the North of Nigeria.  I saw my first mountains and experienced a Nigerian winter
  • In 1982, the twins were born and once again I was big sister. We were only expecting one baby so it was a pleasant surprise to get  two – a brother and sister.
  • In 1985, My dad took my older sister and I to Scotland – we flew British Caledonia on my first trip abroad. I came back with a kilt, memories of green apples from ‘Presto’  and a love for food, kindled by Wimpy
  • In 1986, I was 10 and in love for the first time.
  • In 1987, We got the Nintendo NES and Super Mario Bros became my favorite computer game in the world. EVER.

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  • In 1988, I won a national essay competition with the help of a cheap writing tutoring service – I can’t remember what the theme was. I travelled to Lagos to receive my prize. All I could think of was my new school bag with its cream and pastel flowers which my mom bought me from Laura Ashley.

My highlights of those years are interspersed with my absolute favorite things from that ‘era’. Everything from play to play.

‘The Girlz’ Club

We had a club of 4, and we called ourselves ‘The Girlz’ – it was my older sister, I and two friends – the twins. We typed out club rules on an antique typewriter, promises of honor and secrecy, respect and loyalty lined the pages.

When our parents travelled, we would steal out to the back and set up shop against the wall, shaded by the towering mango tree. We would gather twigs and sticks and lay them for a fire. Old tin cans and pots would be the sacred hollows for hibiscus leaves and water, salt and a sprinkling of sand. We would rub and chop the leaves, willing them to give up their mucugillanous selves…..just like Mr. Okra. And when tiny pods of okra were there, we chopped them up and played ‘cook’.

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My attempt at recreating a Fried Egg Sarnie

We went to ‘Bush hut’ and swam in one-piece suits – fashion was not at the top of our minds. We ate Fried Egg sandwiches and walked on stone paths. We skipped and hopped, we played ‘slate’, our version of hopscotch and we sat on swings painted white. We laughed when anyone made a grammatical error, quick to yell ‘FUSE’, ‘You’ve blown a fuse’ – a funny way of saying ‘You just destroyed a word in the English Language’. When two of us said the same thing in a conversation, whoever was quickest shouted ‘Jinx’!

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Taking my children on my childhood hunts to ‘pluck’ fruits off trees

Sleepovers were abundant, weekends spent exploring the estate we in lived. We collected metal bottle tops that capped ‘soft drinks’ and played ‘memo’ and counting games with them. We flicked and flipped and spun those tops around – no end to the games we could and did play. We were happy, young, free and in love with life. We had no worries and no fears, save for cats at night with fluorescent yellow eyes.

Treetop Squash, ours to drink

We drank Treetop and sweated in the sun. There were two options and Daddy’s sideboard held both. Once he pulled down the cover, it was there for us to see – the red and green Soda bottles complete with gas canisters; the white box, full of orange and pineapple flavored treetop and bottles of ‘squash’. Cordial. The bottles were funny, shaped like lava lamps with white caps the size of the larger part of cocktail jiggers/measures. Apparently, when Edward Craven Walker the creator of the lava lamp began creating the ‘Astro lamps’, he discovered one of the best containers was a Tree Top Orange Squash bottle and its shape defined the Astro Baby Lamp or Astro Mini as it was then called.

These drinks had magic powers. The orange one was white with orange speckles and was delicious to lick on its own. Fruity, with a touch of tart, and sweet we linked tongue and roof with no-ill effects. But the transformation was in water, a cloud of powder would sit in the column of water and before you knew it, it was orange. And ready to drink.

I liked the pineapple flavour.  Tearing the sachets open and dumping the sweet, fragrant powder bit by bit onto palms which were then licked clean was only part of the fun.

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From Mathmos.com

Now its gone, and in my years since then I haven’t tasted anything that comes remotely close to the wonder Treetop was. Perhaps I should buy an orange lava lamp?

Plastic dolls were ours to keep

These dolls are common in West Africa. I hadn’t thought about them for decades till someone called them pretty and open the floodgates of my childhood thoughts. I’d never thought them so… Thank you Manoushka!

My fondest memories of the dolls is chewing the tops off the shoes/feet. Don’t ask me why….but we all have strange habits as people. I have a colleague who chomps on pens, breaking plastic ones and scarring metal ones. I am perfectly normal!

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Courtsey, Eclectic Gypsy’s Etsy Shop

Pacesetters ours to read

Pacesetters. My word, they were ALL the rage in my time. Everyone read them or they didn’t ‘belong’. First we bought them with hard-earned pocket money and then we tried to read them all. They were the Nigerian/African equivalent of Mills & Boons (which we also read) but they were in our language, with characters we ourselves could have created, had seen and even befriended. We knew what they meant when they said ‘Mallam’, one word but we saw the context, read between the lines and laughed out loud. They were our stories, our lives, our experiences – we loved them.

My strongest Pacesetter memory was when  I was 10 and in love. He too was 10 and I thought him tall, dark and probably not as handsome as I know now but he was there.

I wore pink in June and it was a fine companion to the green hedges and grass that surrounded us. Love and music were in the air. He stood in a corner, with his sister. I got a pacesetter book, also pink and something to do with love. He gave me a gift of a pink sports watch, the style a precursor to the Baby G watches that were all the rage in the 1990s and 2000s. And then my memory begins to fade…..

Childhood love was sweet and exciting, I didn’t know any better. Some of what I imagined love felt like was shaped by the books which I consumed voraciously.

And then I grew up, life went on and Pacesetters were forgotten till I came across them three five weeks ago, in a bookstore called ‘Chapters’.  Since my return home, I’ve been hungry for African literature. I’ve stilled myself and read them with measure, and not with the mad rush of a starving child. I’ve paced myself, savoring words and stories, places and events. And I’ve began a new library, a collection of texts I read in my youth….so my children understand the times I grew up in. 7 Pacesetter novels stand there proudly…. all I could find. I am thrilled for they were out of print for many years and have only just come back into fashion – I believe that the cries of the 80s children reached the publishers.

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So yes, my new collection includes some Pacesetters. And new writers – modern, fresh voices like Teju Cole, a Nigerian in New York, and Nguigi Wa’ Thongo, of Kenyan descent and others that will slowly fill a corner of my shelf, till they bulge and demand for themselves an entire aisle. I am looking forward to going ‘home’  to another city to visit my mom, and raid all the boxes and rooms that might hold some of the fragments of my youth. Excited I might find memories but restrained in case I don’t.

Finally, the Ebelebo tree

‘Mama, its autumn’, J says. And my heart trembles. I bite on my lower lip to quench my memories of fall. Autumn is my favorite season ever and she knows it. In despair I look up and out….and I spot orange leaves and caramel ones too, leaves the colour of burnt toffee and burnished russet ones. Some hang on to the branches of the tree, and others sashay down to the ground. God sees my heart, He comforts me. In that moment, my Ebelebo tree is my totem pole, all that is and was good in fall stands here before me, in this tree.

Growing up, we would sit under its leaves, spread wide like an umbrella and we would take shade. When its fruit littered the ground around us, we gathered as many as we could to wash…or wipe clean on stonewash jeans. Once we ate the fruit off the hard seed, we would look for large stones, or bits of brick….and then crack, crack, the nut would go, revealing the fresh almond shaped nut at its core. We rarely succeeded in getting the nut out whole. But that was of no consequence. We would gobble it up…no thoughts or fears of allergy or disease.

When we were out and we hungered, we never despaired. There were enough Ebelebo trees to stave off hunger. I’m hoping that my children will enjoy the fruit too of this Indian almond tree, we have to wait and see.

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Sea Almond Tree, Autumn in Nigeria

And on this nostalgic note, I end this month’s edition of my favorite things. While the remains of 326 boxes, fresh off a container from Atlantic seas await…..Yes. Our things have arrived and Chaos Central has come to town in our newly rented house! God help me.

But first, I dare bask in the wonder the 80s were. And you? Are you a child of the 80’s? What are your most poignant memories of your childhood? Or of the 80s? Can you remember 1983, 84, 87 and 89?

22 Comments

  1. Oz..did u grow up in Bendel estate, off Airport road, Warri, Delta state, Nigeria….this is just me you are describing here….

  2. I feel so happy so see your younger one….who introduced me to serve eggs ‘sunny side up’ – I listened to your elder daughter’s instructions and made it too – but was not up to her expectations. Sorry for that day – I think I am better now!

    Oz, you surely took me to my younger days – 1980 was the year I returned back to India as a five year old from Tanzania. With my mother tongue, I had learnt a little bit of Swahili and English. In the 80s, I think I actually started understanding the warmth of being in a big family, grandparents and all about relationships. You reminded me of so many new things I was introduced to – passion for reading vernacular books, enjoying with cousins – plucking sour tamarinds and licking them under the shade of the trees to getting my first big bike (ofcourse with side wheels).

    You have transferred you readers into a different world.. thanks for that!

  3. Oz,
    Oh! what nostalgia you bring back. I was a child and then an adolescent in the 80s. I remebered buying a big can of Geisha for 50kobo for geisha pepper soup, if you know what that. I still remember the coup that buhari president in ’83-that changed everything in Nigeria(my opinion).I remember my first ice cream cone from a Fanmilk shop. My Bata cortina shoes that I wore from primary 4-6 ;which my sister later inherited (they were everlasting).
    My favourite thing to do was climb mango,guava and pawpaw trees even as a girl. Yes I loved my ebelebo too! Read my first pacesetter in ’85(at 9years old), it was the Deliquent(I didn’t even know what the meaning of the word deliquent meant until years later).

  4. I love this post so much, dear Oz. 🙂 I wish I could hug you tight and listen to even more stories over a cup of coffee or tea. 🙂

  5. What a wonderful collection of memories. I was born in 86 and this post made me think back to all the pivotal events and quiet moments in my own childhood. Thank you for sharing another delightful post with me. It warms my heart to visit… I hope you are having a relaxing Sunday full of laughter and good food. I’m eating a bowl of soup and I’m thankful for these cooler days!

  6. I really enjoyed this post. I guess I was a child of the 70’s and grew up in the Midwest. I had such a “Leave it to Beaver” childhood…where we would play outside until the street lights came on. Everyone in the neighborhood had kids and we all play together outside. Autumn was great there and then…a bushel of apples that we picked would set out in our attached garage where we would grab one and rub it until it was shinny on our shirt as we went out to play. We would go to the pumpkin patch to pick out the best pumpkins for our jack-o-lanterns. The apple orchard where we would get apple cider by the gallon for pennies, and have cider and doughnuts. We would plan our route for the best Trick or Treating and everyone had their welcoming porch lights on and we ran the whole way by ourselves without fear of anything! …I could go on but I’ll stop for now(well you did ask). In the mid 80’s I was living in Hawaii and that was another good time with new food experiences and cultures.

    Looking forward to hearing more of Nigeria and nostalgia!

  7. Such wonderful childhood memories Oz. Thank you for taking us with you as you delve into your past. I am a child of the 80s too. And every once in a while when I need a quick lunch, I fall back on a fried egg sandwich doused with tomato sauce. It’s really comfort food 🙂

  8. Thank you for the trip down your memory lane! I came into my teens in the early 90s but my memories are similar – Super Nintendo, Sweet Valley High novels…

    But I suppose more importantly, I was living in Asia at the time, with family, surrounded by family and, for the first time ever, people who looked like myself. I didn’t stand out in any way.

  9. Oh the 80s in Lagos! I remember treats like Apapa Amusement Park and our special family treat of going to Federal Palace Hotel on Sundays for Chinese. My father insisted we ate with chopsticks:) It was a red, velour paradise with a massive roulette on the table for dishes that were flavoured with African pepper with a nod to their Chinese roots. I remember eating African pears ( a pink apple looking fruit until I was sick) and begging my mum for suya and garri for dinner when my dad travelled.

    I loved the freedom which is impossible to recreate now in our fear obsessed world – we used to come home from school and roam the streets with no adult supervision. Whether it was in Yaba where I lived or in the shopping complex, where my mum had a shop.

    I am jealous that you managed to get a Ninetendo in the 80s, I remember playing with an Amstrad cassette game – I stumbled on the computer a couple of months ago (part of my mother’s hoarding habits and I sat at wept with joy as I remembered my youth)

  10. I was born in the 50″s. I lived through President Kennedy, woman lib/Gloria Steinem, the Beatels, Vietnam and the 80’s, my disco days…

    Lovely post and great memeories. Thanks for sharing.

  11. As a child of 7 in 1987 in Sydney, Australia, I remember the dance lessons that I used to take. Tap, Jazz and Ballet, one after the other. I loved the Tap and the Jazz, but not so much the ballet. Still now whenever I hear a song from that time I am transported back to that hall in the middle of summer with the sun streaming through the windows. I remember running around under the sprinkler in the back yard, cooling off after the day of dancing in Lycra leggings and leotards.

  12. Great snapshot of child’s eye view of Nigeria.
    The 1980s were the last traces of punk, mixed with disco and the New Romantics! Big hair and eye make-up. My teens say “You were so lucky to be a teenager in the 80s – the fashion was so great,” The few pictures I have reveal the truth!
    Love Autumn – season of mists and mellow fruitfulness.

  13. Ah, the 80’s, my memories are different since I graduated High School, gave birth to my first and joined the Air Force. My childhood memories were shaped in the 70’s. Regardless, it’s amazing how worlds apart and a decade how lateral childhood can be.

    Clubs, girlfriends, dolls (stripped and sometimes mutilated), swimming, family trips and experiences. A favorite tree as home base for our “girls only” club, we made a fort around it with sticks and moss. Different yet the same.

    Thanks for sharing your childhood and bringing a little nostalgia to me. Best of luck with settling in, I don’t envy you the work of unpacking.

  14. I was born in 1983, so I don’t remember too much of the decade. I do recall going topless (I was 5 or 6 and nothing to see at the time!) to help my dad and brother do yard work outside. I just wanted to be “one of the boys”.

    I actually just sent these to my brother today:

    http://www.brickset.com/detail/?Set=6273-1
    http://www.brickset.com/detail/?Set=6267-1
    http://www.brickset.com/detail/?Set=6259-1

    http://www.brickset.com/detail/?Set=6988-1
    http://www.brickset.com/detail/?Set=6057-1
    http://www.brickset.com/detail/?Set=6271-1

    All old Lego sets that we owned in 1991 and 1992.

    Also, I collected stuffed “bunnies” as a child, and chewed the tops of their ears off. No shame! Nostalgia!

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