“Harmattan. Itchy Ankara clothes. Willoughbys and Akintundes. Too much jollof rice. Way too much chicken. Grandma’s house.” Those are the things that pop up in my mind when I think of Christmas.
My grandmother always made an event out of Christmas. Well, she made an event out of everything. But Christmas had the extra oomph. For those two days – December 25 and 26 – I have always eaten more than my belly could take. Lol! Loved every minute of it.
By December 25, the harmattan weather would have kicked in and the marble floors would be slippery. My siblings and I will turn the sitting room floor into our own skating rink. And ‘weeeeeee’! You could hear squeaks and squeals everywhere.
I think I want to go back to those times, No care in the world, no deadlines… Because by December 26, the family will gather around the TV to watch all the best movies, our mouths unceasing because the food won’t stop flowing.
Ok, I want to go back!
