Nick-Knack #29: Village (Welcome Back, Nick-Knacks!)

This humble little place where both
sets of grandparents and both
my father and mother grew up,
and where I, myself, as a child
frequented every Sunday;
once a quiet little village up on a hillside
with just one road leading in and out,
winding, curvy, bumpy and difficult,
dusty, rough roads with smaller paths
branching off them to old-fashioned
wooden houses roofed with zinc sheets
and/or dead palm leaves,
is now a bustling little town with
way too many vehicles, a
brand spanking new bus depot, and
fancy, new brick-and-concrete buildings
that treated the villagers to their
very first 7-Eleven and KFC outlet.