Probably there was a  thundering sound , it was the time of war, the war of liberation resisting the dictatorial regimes when the almighty God gave it the power to breath .It was the bouncing baby boy  MARK JOHN .It  started schooling five years later." A CAKE MUMMY OTHERWISE I WON'T GO TO SCHOOL." I remember those days when I HAD no reason to study but all my loving parents could do was to exchange CAKES SWEETS AND BISCUITS for my going to school. Well those days are history. Its now the big boy MARK no longer MUMMY'S BOY BUT A MAN working to make a life like those who came before him.