It’s hot, sunny, dry, dusty, windy, cold morning, dry lip,
white and scaly skin December again. The mornings this time are not so cold
though. Even though I would like to describe it as a fake harmattan season, I
cannot deny that the sun has taken its toll on my skin and I am one or two
tones darker, I am also a bit thinner from the stress of work.
It is however good to know that it’s the season to be merry.
The holidays are here, the Christmas lights are in every street, trees in every
house, red and white costumes and caps. While some people understand the real
reason for the season, others just see it as a time to wear fine dresses, visit
family and friends, spend the last pennies in their accounts.
I am very much aware that I am too old for this. But just like the children, I would like a
parcel for Christmas too. I miss the sweets, biscuits and balloons that the
Nigerian version of Santa Claus (father Christmas) gives to the children at those funny, weird
and very absurd Christmas shows usually hosted by schools and TV stations. I
would also like a Christmas dress and shoes.
Beyond the celebration, 2011 was one year I would find very
hard to describe. Summarizing the year would be very hard. All I can say is
that it was a year of a lot of gains and losses. Lots and lots of losses I must
say. Sometimes when I think about the amount of losses in this year alone, I
can only pray and wish that 2012 will better……
In any case, this Christmas I am very happy. I am loving the
season, the rice is boiling, mum fried the chicken already, the visitors are
falling in. And I just want to use this
medium to wish everyone who has ever read or followed this blog a very merry
Christmas and a prosperous 2012. Hoping that 2012 will be much more peaceful, fun
and random. See you next year!
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