This is how I remember it. This is the image of my grandmother that sticks; that Christmas of 2005, the Christmas before she died. She is sitting at the dining table, in her customary chair. She has a bowl of Bournvita in front of her. Yes. A bowl. Apparently, this is how she likes … Continue reading Mama Efon’s Last One.
24th December, 1996. Our house on the ever busy Ogunbowale street buzzed like a beehive just as it always did in the days leading up to Christmas. We had a number of relatives visiting. Uncles who dressed slaughtered birds and helped to lift heavy stuff around the house, amid all the banters and back-slapping. And … Continue reading The Christmas Eve Raid
“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