My Santa Claus! I whispered, saliva suddenly drying off my throat. I forced myself to breath so I could fully comprehend what was happening. You won’t blame me for forgetting how to breathe for a second after I explain how I got into this perplexed state of extreme shock that has threatened to burst my brain.
Growing up in a proper Nigerian home, the joy of Christmas for me came first of all from eating original jollof rice. When I say original, I mean the jollof rice cooked over firewood and charcoal that gives it a distinct aroma and taste otherwise known as ‘party rice’. Secondly, it was the anticipation of shaking and collecting a gift which was most times a substandard toy that usually got spoilt or lost after the next day from a scruffy looking man dabbed in white and red costume which my mum called father Christmas. The other thing that made this period a festive one for me was the joy of running around tormenting friends and neighbors with banger (Fire crackers) on the street. .
Far from memory lane, I am now 29 years old. I have since left the life of father Christmas and upgraded to Santa Claus, Jollof rice to Chinese rice, running to jet skiing.
Its another year and Christmas is close. I had just finished having dinner at the famous and exquisite burj al arab restaurant in Dubai when I got a call from my boss asking me to remain in the restaurant that he was sending someone to drop a package for me.
”I hope he is not bringing extra work for me,cos’ I cannot afford to miss my flight”. I grumbled
”I will keep your jollof rice for you, make sure you come on time o” I remembered my mum’s phone call earlier in the day.
”As if jollof rice is even enough to make me start racing across continents”. I hissed to myself, pissed by the delay.
Instagram kept me company while I waited for the unknown package. I had become so engrossed that I forgot why I was waiting in the first place until someone tapped my shoulder and dropped an envelope on my table. I assumed it was a Christmas card and decided to open it out of courtesy so I could thank by boss .
No! The card wasn’t from my boss, according to it, it was from my Santa. I laughed inwardly thinking it was one of those regular Christmas thingy until I properly read the note:
May all the sweet magic of Christmas
to gladden your heart and fill every of your desire.
Here’s from Santa to you for a work weldone in the year
First class ticket to any 2 countries of your choice
200% increase in Salary
A Cadillac CTS Car
A $10000 voucher to any clothing store
become the golden memories of tomorrow.