There has been so many of my childhood memories but most memorable one is the pattern and consistency by which my family used to make sure we traveled to our village every December yearly.
Getting to my village as a child, our grandmother of blessed memory will prepare a particular meal for our arrival then subsequently my father's senior sister will take us to her farmland very far away to join her to harvest her yams from her farm land, we keep carrying basins of yams many times to her yam barn, she will return another day tieing the yams in the ban for forward usage
and another year's planting.
Thank you