{"id":102175,"date":"2021-06-27T08:00:39","date_gmt":"2021-06-27T12:00:39","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=102175"},"modified":"2021-06-27T08:00:44","modified_gmt":"2021-06-27T12:00:44","slug":"alade-street","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2021\/06\/alade-street\/","title":{"rendered":"Alade Street"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>\u00a0Alade Street<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>I remember Alade Street<\/p>\n<p>It was a wide one, untarred,<\/p>\n<p>hardly traveled by other than us \u2013<\/p>\n<p>the dwellers of the street<\/p>\n<p>It stretched from the residence of the mayor \u2013<\/p>\n<p>The Baale we called him<\/p>\n<p>All the way to Mrs. Kojo\u2019s residence<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>There were side roads dispersing from<\/p>\n<p>This quiet, untrunk-like trunk road<\/p>\n<p>Of the tributary roads, two were tarred<\/p>\n<p>The rest were like the trunk \u2013good sand sticking to the ground<\/p>\n<p>They were travelled by the bicycle riders \u2013Raleigh was a synonym for bicycles then<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>I liked Alade Street, there was no up-down motion of even the bicycles<\/p>\n<p>They just crossed Alade street to go on to Morocco Road and others<\/p>\n<p>So, we were safely out, and flew our kites<\/p>\n<p>We won competitions as one kite reached higher than the rest<\/p>\n<p>And we bade the champion tell us how he got a higher height<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Come Harmattan, we ran up and down<\/p>\n<p>Trying to catch the cloud we saw from the other end<\/p>\n<p>But the cloud always cleared before we got this end<\/p>\n<p>And when we looked, the other end now had the cloud.<\/p>\n<p>We never caught a cloud, but we never stopped trying<\/p>\n<p>In Alade Street<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>\u00a0Alade Street &nbsp; I remember Alade Street It was a wide one, untarred, hardly traveled by other than us \u2013 the dwellers of the street It stretched from the residence of the mayor \u2013 The Baale we called him All the way to Mrs. Kojo\u2019s&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3490,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-102175","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/102175","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3490"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=102175"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/102175\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":102649,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/102175\/revisions\/102649"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=102175"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=102175"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=102175"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}