Back then, every child in the community was everyone’s child. 👧🏾💛

Back then, every child in the community was everyone’s child. 👧🏾💛

You could be walking to buy bread and three different aunties would stop you to ask,

“Who sent you?” “Where’s your mother?” “Did you greet the elders?” 😅

If you misbehaved, the neighbour would correct you and your parents would still correct you again when you got home. No one called it “interference”; it was love in action. ❤️

We grew up surrounded by watchful eyes, caring hands, and loud laughter. The community raised us like a family with discipline, unity, and warmth.

Do you miss those days when the whole street looked out for each other?

Share one memory from your childhood that still makes you smile 👇✨