Christmas Changes

Christmas Changes

YEAR: 2010 LOCATION: New Karu, Nassarawa State

On another Christmas day, I stay smiling, the harmattan allowing us to wear our suits for once. It was shocking to start receiving messages on the 24th. Wasn’t expecting anything of such, with Facebook, the likes and all. I thought that like birthdays, all messages would be parcelled to my inbox or dropped on my wall. It seems some things don’t change much. And it does seem they do. I decided to think of Christmas again and understand it as being more than simply rice, chicken, soft drinks or well, beer.

Christmas had always been one of those days to me: A busy day of service to people who came about to the house, hoping to be served. My mum always gave the announcement at the end of Mass: “All roads lead to my house.”

Almost everyone in the church would move in procession to our house. There was always something to eat, and some left-over. This would not seem like much to you except if I added that there were times when we would have only a pot of food and a few drinks. Yes, this was usually the case. Mother would go about worrying herself “Would these people have something to eat? Oh…” Then, like some five loaves of bread and two fish miracle, it would go over with left-over. For us, it was our punishment as we would have to serve, clean and all. Well, it was usually punishment till after their eating, most of the visitors would exchange our ‘Merry Christmases’ with some notes, or coins.


There were the other rituals of relations coming from the village and other places for holidays. There were the compulsory snapshots in the famous ‘Christmas clothes’ that had to be gotten always. It didn’t matter sometimes that they were over-sized or out of fashion. You just had to wear them to please the buyer…

That was what Christmas came to be. For five years, I did not experience this as I traversed several lands, sharing different Christmases with various families. I discovered that the traffic to our house after church had reduced. Matter of fact, it was only the Tiv community that came. I noticed that even people who had clashes previously smiled with each other and enjoyed themselves. It was at this time that I realised that the ‘all roads lead to my house’ gave several people a platform to meet and even trade smiles. I did some investigations and discovered that a lot of quarrels had been settled over a plate of my mother’s Christmas rice and soft drinks.

There is hardly any returns for our ‘Merry Christmas’ this time around. This isn’t due to our being grown – which is true. Sadly, perhaps due to economic hardships, a lot of people have lost their touch of the yuletide generosity. Many children carry long faces with fewer of them getting those new clothes that formed the joy of many childhoods. Some households change from the traditional chicken to fish and others, the cheaper pork. Sadder still, there are fewer visits with everyone becoming busier or less friendly.

I try to bring back those memories as my younger sister and I go to the Priest’s house where a new Priest is. We watch a movie and accept a ‘Same to you.’ We walk plenty and have fun when Fidelis, our relation who helps in the house goes out and has more beer than he can contain. His stunts which include some crazy dance steps, pricing almost every item in all the shops around and shouting at the top of his voice is really entertaining.

In the night as my family sits down, exhausted from our various walks, I realise that this is the one time when we can be found together. It has been so for long but I have taken this for granted. This is the time when we can reminisce over those days, thank God for the present and plan for the coming days and just, enjoy the grace of being together. There was always Father singing his great tunes – father; Aunty Pat coming in from Makurdi to our home to share in the fun: both of them no more. There is Dadi, Mr. Charles Ayede (Uncle and foster dad) spending his pocket away to give us fun at some exotic place whenever we visited. Dadi[1] joked only today that Christmas had been postponed and as such there would be no outing. You can imagine the groans…He still found time to take the family out. Hmm. At this Christmas, my eldest brother is several kilometres away, trying to meet a job deadline and perhaps, make it for the New Year celebrations. My eldest sister came in with her fiancé who shares the evening with us[2]. My eldest sister goes to start her own family. We would move to make ours and the reunion of all at Christmas would be shorter and far between. I move around kissing all my siblings and mum in gratitude of the time.

Slowly sleep steals in, time’s change propping me to drown in dreams of better times in hope of best days ahead…




The times are sure changing and we don’t know what tomorrow would bring. Still, we have this time. Let us make each holiday worth the joy for who knows what next year’s would be like? Steal whatever time for love and make it far lovelier. Merry Christmas and no matter what the present looks like, may your New Year be joyful and fulfilling. Amen. Lu dedoo[3].


[1] He passed away in May this year in tragic circumstances.

[2] She’s now married, this Christmas, there is even a nephew King David (through her), seeing his first 25th December like our Lord

[3] (Tiv) Be good; Take care; Be blessed…and several other lovely meanings that the minute hold of English can’t present

14 thoughts on “Christmas Changes” by Sueddie Agema (@sueddie)

  1. This is sweet, Su’eddie.

    Really sweet.

  2. @Seun, thanks very much. Interesting thing is I didn’t even spend Christmas with my family in 2011 after all…
    Tried to make the best of it all by visiting several relations I hadn’t seen in a while and lots more. If I was to get the chance of another memoir, I would write one for 2011 – was another fantastic one through which I learnt a lot. Thanks.

  3. Lovely bunch of delightful experiences you have there. I enjoyed every bit of the nostalgic ride. Cheers and happy new year too my noble veteran Taraba corper!

  4. Fine effort Su’eddie, I kinda liked it, just that no singular moment stood out, all the aspects of this reminiscence seemed so parallel.

    Good luck.

  5. @scopeman60, hmm…don’t mind me – jumbled up thoughts, abi? Thank God you ‘kinda liked’ it…If it was parallel, then maybe it’s
    because Christmas is all parallel to me.
    Well, I wrote this in 2010 and kept it somewhere. When the competition came up just decided to put it up…last minute.

    Hmm, Naija people have stopped using ‘Good luck’…Best of luck jare…to us all. :) Well done!

    1. I will get to read the full version soon, but I assure you that this is a fine effort…..and yes, best of luck : )

  6. Do find the full text of this story ‘unedited’ at
    There was truncation to meet competition rules. I think the other one is different and makes more sense … Do be patient and read noting the difference which is in a paragraph with a part on our trying to hide some money given to us by our Parish Priest. It is longer but I think it is worth it.

    @scopeman60 @seun @kaycee @raymond @petunia007 @bohbup @onireke @banky @saintvinny

  7. weirdpile (@weirdpile)

    I remember walking a lot too and accepting some “same to u” but sometimes we all got “shame to you” and we couldn’t tell the difference till much later.

  8. No wonder.Felt this read so familiar. I had read it on your blog sometime ago. Nice effort, as always, but like @ Scopeman said, no defining moment.

    Well done!!!

  9. Lawal my brother, yea, saw your comment too and all the posts. I thank you for all the goodwill. When I wrote this, was just exploring my entire feelings for Christmas, wasn’t thinking of impressing…so, maybe that’s why I didn’t do no ‘definition.’ Well, no excuses. Thanks … @weirdpile: abi? I think most Nigerian childhoods are similar…Well… Same to you :)

  10. Awwwww! I totally felt your post, especially the unedited version.
    Things have changed. Christmas has even lost its peculiar smell.

  11. @Raymond: it seems as most of us grow older, we grow greyer, grey being the colour of soberness and sadness in some parts. Life, abi?
    @Kaycee Thanks o! I actually thought I was the only one. It reminds me of ‘the good old days’ when Coke was Coke and children children…. Hee hee hee, at least, we can say that too. Hmm, *sigh.

  12. olufunmilola (@funpen)

    @kaycee, yeah, it’s either christmas changed or I grew up; but christmas doesn’t feel like it used to anymore. All in all, keeping the whole point of the hloiday is the key- A savior’s birth.

    plus opportunity to spend time with family.

    I missed the contest, By God’s grace, I’ll be around for the next one.

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