When I woke up, I was kind of confused about where I was. Other than that, I personally think my morning was pretty bland.
To be truly honest with you, I didn’t know how special the day was until it was like, 1 in the afternoon.
I was playing in the sand-pit near our gate (We were actually trying to build sand castles with no buckets and only a bottle of water. Long story short, I ended up making a handprint, while my sister said she had attempted to build the tiny version of Patrick’s house!)
While I was building, I noticed a group of children coming into our compound. When I asked my cousins why, they started staring at me as if I had just committed the ultimate sin.
They were like, ‘don’t you know today is Christmas?’
I think by this point, you might be a bit confused. You see, in our family, we do this little tradition, where we invite the village children to come and eat. My Grandfather started this tradition and when he died, my relatives decided to continue it. One time, one of my aunt’s said ‘It will be like we are standing in his place, I and the rest of your relatives are representing him and his legacy’.
Sometimes I don’t really like it when they talk about Grand-dad, it makes me miss him more.
It was so amusing watching the children come in. There were these group of girls, who were debating if this was Grand-dads house or not, and, whether or not they should come in.
When it got closer to the evening, one of my aunts decided to buy us ‘knock outs’. They are these things, where you light it up, throw it to the ground and then hear it give 3 loud bangs (depends on the one you buy though) .
I remember when one of my cousins bought one massive knock out, that cost him about 500 naira. He called it a ‘bomb’. When he lit it, it made a very loud banging sound. I don’t think I have seen those bombs any time since then.
My Christmas wasn’t as boring as I thought it would be. It brought back fun memories.
I hope you had a great Christmas.