Growing up in a face-me-I-face-you apartment made me see Christmas as a season of sharing.
The door to our apartment was always open to friends and neighbours. After ‘blowing banger’ all night, jollof rice from neighbours would be waiting in our room before I left bed on Christmas day.
This has changed in the last decade. It’s every man for himself in the semi-middle class areas. Now I just want to stay indoors on Christmas Day. Those moments that make Christmas very special are gone but I still cherish the season a lot.
