By an unknown reason, it just came to me and I felt that it is something I should express today and so I am sharing it with you. It was about the cacao trees.
My mind plummeted back to when I was still a seven year old kid; to a memory where I was under some cacao trees which made a canopy above adjoined mixes of bamboo steels and cassava crops. I remember happiness would build up inside me as I perched under one of the cacao trees in that yard while waiting for my friends or playmates to come into view, running and with their hands clutching a basket of food.
I remember it was a lonely dwelling located far from the houses in the neighborhood which was huddled close to another forest-like habitat. I remember I used to frequent the place alone or with some friends where the cacao trees really predominantly thrived, bore good fruits and where we, kids, used to hoard in a basket, tore the deep-red pods open, took out the soft, white seeds, and chewed it delectably in our mouths.
I thought I have lived there ever since. There was something unspeakable or enchanting about being under those cacao trees like it was a place that became my zone for mutual comfort.
It is just today that the memory of it made me feel nostalgic and I thought I should let it out…