I grew up in a small town called Badja in south Togo. Oh ! how I love this place. I was raised up by my grandparents at a place where a neighbour was considered as part of our family member. This is a place where everybody knows their neighbours and what they did. The people in that town greeted everybody on their way. We could not pass without saying good morning, good afternoon or good evening. I was so amazing to see that people could recognize each other in the night on the street and will greet you. This is a place where I saw my grandfather inviting people to come in the house for some foods. There, used to be a beautiful stagnated river by my grandfather’s house and every Saturday and some Sundays, women, men and children from the neighbouring towns came to wash their clothes and I had fun with my friends while my grandparents used to entertain the adults anyhow.
I walked to school on two kilometers a way four times a day because we went from 7 in the morning to 12PM, had to take a 2 hours break and came back at 2PM to start classes at 2:30 to 5 or 5:30Pm. In this town we even shared food, drinks, compassion, hope, sadness, happiness even helps of all kinds in our farms.
Badja is a town, that saw me grow up, school, and get to where I am now and who I am. I am very grateful to my grandparents to whom I own my life. they were the ones who took me in when they found that my life with my own parents was not helpful. Grandpa just passed away too soon. Then my grandmother took over all alone. How I wish I could pay them back. Oh Lord keep both of them in a safe place please. I just don’t want this article to be too long. So now at my age, I remember everything that I had in my childhood town and I want to give back to my community and show my appreciation and gratitude to my country for the opportunities I had going school.
Please joint me in making a difference by helping a child in a rural zone in Togo .