Little Hunter Games
I liked the way the sun lit up the sky every summer, it made the world my spotlight and boy did I play my part. My parents only let me play in the summer, there's was no school for months and if I passed my exams in flying colors I was allowed to play to my heart's content.
I grew up in Ijaye. There was nothing but farm and green dotted by a few buildings as far as the eyes could see. My favorite past time was chasing bush rats. The little things would scurry around the bush floor and escape into their holes on the ground. They did not know they ran for their death traps; the farmers had taught me and the other children to smoke them out of hiding and stand guard at the entrance of every hole we could find ready with sticks to kill on sight.
The snakes didn't escape our hunter games, we killed every one we saw by grabbing it by the tail and knocking it against the floor until it died. Every boy was ranked by the number of snakes he killed, and I was the balogun, the best of all.