Early morning harmattan has come and with it an overwhelming dryness, which gnaws at the sides of the eyes and attempts to solidify the eye wax. This dryness also rests on the lips and makes them unattractive. This means that Vaseline sellers would soon make money this season. Wipe off your tears, everyone, before the dryness rests there, too. Even though the sun comes in and takes away that overwhelming dryness, it never brings with it a wetness. Already, a coldness has come and stayed. Harmattan don take style enter man pikin pocket, and e get wan time wey ‘harmattan’ reach filling stations sef. Remember d queues wey nearly cover roads. I fear next year January, o!
When the yuletide comes in full swing, you will see young girls, out of everlastingly innermost starvation, throw away what is meant to be precious to them to cling to so-called “moneybags”, young or old. You will see people missing, especially these young girls, for ritualists have sprung up and turned these girls into “innocent victims”. You will hear of aircraft crashes due to the “caskets” plying the air. You will hear of road accidents due to the “caskets” plying the road. You may probably assume that the same thing would happen in the waters, too. You will also see the reckless and helpless spending of money by those young and old moneybags, most of whom came back from foreign lands for visits with the sole intent of displaying their ill-gotten wealth. Dem no go feel d harmattan dat much sha. You will see friends and family visiting each other in their best apparels in order to eat “Christmas” and “New Year” food. You will hear bangers and knockouts and flares of all shapes and sizes blasting here and there without ever catching those mischievous culprits. The singular excuse for all the events mentioned is that Jesus Christ is born. In remembrance, all and sundry will rush to church in religious piety for fear of the world coming to a miraculous end at the very last day of the year.
The singing of Christmas songs, the spread of seasonal greetings through handsets and “courtesy visits”, the “air” of celebration and so on has been on and on millions of yuletides ago. The sheer chronic monotony of it has shrivelled into redundancy. The different economic and political situations in the country worsen day by day and remain unsolved. As usual, some people are unaware of the gross financial aridity that would befall them when they enter the month of January. A Chinese proverb says: Cheat me once, shame on you. Cheat me twice, shame on me.
St. Paul says that too much of anything is bad. As dryness gnaws at the face during the early harmattan morning, so will financial aridity gnaw at people when January of any year comes, except for those who spend wisely and save wisely. Those in true financial aridity caused by their own foolishness would open their mouths agape and depend on God dey.
I am so sure that politicians will use this yuletide period to display ill-wealth and rehearsed manifestoes, and attempt all possibilities to recover that money around the months of February and March 2011 before the elections begin in April.
There is a saying that if you can’t beat them, you join them. I guess I have to participate in the fake feel of this forthcoming yuletide if I am to survive this ordeal, never knowing how future yuletides would look like.