As a child of about 10 years, my mother would take me for walks around our neighbourhood, we would bask in the calm and serenity of the scenery around us as we chatted away and listened to music. It was fun.
When my friends and I attended the Martyr’s Day walk that the school organised, it reminded me so much of those moments with my mother, albeit the lack of music. The walk was not what I expected, it required determination and perseverance to get through those 5 kilometres. As I trekked through the hilly Akright city landscape, my friends at my side, I realised that I would not trade that memory for anything.
By Davina
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