TO CHILDREN ALL OVER THE WORLD

As I woke up to face the reality of a new day. It suddenly dawn on me that it was another Children's day. I had mixed feelings figuring how best I would be bold enough to tell the distressed kids I see around the streets Happy Children's day.
While in my deep thought, I quickly dashed off my bed, said my prayers, did my chores and hurried to work. I remembered vividly how my childhood memories were, how I always looked forward to seeing my friends at school, most of who were nice and I loved them silly and others who were really naughty. But I was very happy because they made every bit of my day as a growing up child count. We could 'yab' that is make jest of ourselves and play with one another till the day fades away and never will there be grudges in our hearts.

I remember the days when my teacher smacked me so hard because I had a poor grade in my classwork and I was so sad and strived in my heart to do better next time. But all I am and would be is a reflection of what my childhood heroes made me. My parents, my teachers, Sunday school instructors, my aunt, my nanny and my friends. They taught me how to be respectful, how to persevere in the face of adversity, how to be humble, patient and to give wholeheartedly without expecting anything in return.
The glamour of my childhood memories, all of which I cannot tell, but as I look back into history lane, my heart goes out in tears for the children who were victims of the April 1996 Srebrenica Children Massacre which is 19 years today (May 27 2015).
As I walked through the streets I could still hear the cries of distressed kids whose memories have long been forgotten. The 2002 Ikeja bomb blast- a sight so horrible, with dead bodies piled up like grains on the floor. It still beats my imagination how bold I could be to look at our little kids and say happy children's day when I recall the Boko Haram Sect  that murdered 41 kids on their bed in Yobe State or is it the Syrian Chemical attack and the Assad regime that left 1,300 children dead?
Oh! My heart still bleeds some more as I recall the most spoken about Chibok girls abduction that left so many mothers in Pains. What about children today who are living in abject poverty? No clothes, no good homes, no good education, no food. No good childhood memories to hold unto?
To all the distressed children all over the world and to all those kids that lost their lives for one wanton cause or the other in Nigeria and in other part of the world, I join my voice with that of other patriotic citizens and parents so dear to say......
We hear your cries,
We see your halo,
We love you dearly,
We feel your pains and we will all gladly strive daily to see your Stars shine on. On this special day in the lives of Children, I hold in my heart the hopes and wishes for a better life to our children and with a big hug and with lots of love, I say to you all
“it's another children's day!”
Happy children's day to all the Pearls and Princes all over the world and I love you all!