The reminiscence of the Christmas before last would not cease to flood my memory like thunderclap. It was my first Christmas in the tropics. More than that, waking up in my continent and sleeping in another on a Christmas day offered me a Christmas in another atmosphere that’s a total departure from all I have … Continue reading Stone The Santa!
En route PH to Lagos Haba! I wonder why this driver is acting in this manner. We’ve passed various places worthy of stop over, yet he refused to stop. The armies of worms within me already crying foul, and do I blame them? With few crumbs in my belly, and dusk gradually approaches…”A call … Continue reading Christmas, Oh! Christmas
It was the 24th of December and at the time I was 6-7 years old. I was still the only child of two parents who didn’t see the need to travel but were nice enough to let me travel with the Nwosu’s. They were family friends whose village shared boundaries with my dad’s. The morning … Continue reading A Christmas Memory
“The Cock is still alive!” I screamed with excitement as it jumped off the big bowl when hot water was poured on it by grandma. The full-fledged cock began to hover on the floor spurring up dust as it flapped its wings gasping for life in futility-its head has been severed from its body. I … Continue reading The Real Christmas Story
December 25, 2000; Abeokuta. Whoever believes Christmas is the birthday of Christ must be living in fantasy land; a land peopled by fat, heavily-bearded, sack-carrying men in oversized red habiliments. To me and people of my ilk, Christmas is the official excuse for the slaughter and consumption of millions of hapless and helpless chickens worldwide. … Continue reading Aunty’s Chicken
The Gift of Punishment I opened the door quietly and shouted, “Ah Musiliu! Wetin you dey do?” You dey steal!” I had made just enough noise to shock and knock him off balance because he almost fell as I stepped in. His sorry eyes found my gleeful gaze and he sank into the ground immediately, … Continue reading The Gift of Punishment
December 25, 1995. I remember. I was six years old and you were ten, and we were happy. We hoped it would last forever. I remember that day, it was a Monday; I refused to take off my new clothes that I wore to Christmas mass that morning. You were upset when I soiled my … Continue reading White Memories.