REMEMBERING HOW I SPENT CHRISTMAS AS A KID

Christmas comes once in a year and as kids, christmas isn't complete until we embark on a journey called "Yawo" meaning "visitations".

On Christmas day, we make a list of people to visit and we embark on that visit wearing our Christmas clothes, Christmas shoes, Christmas haircut, christmas smile. Everything is special. Everything must be perfect. The haircut must be perfect. Any error, ruins the Christmas and we need to wait till next year to make up for the error, (not acceptable).


We begin the "yawo". Having ate our parents food, we are offered food at every home we visit. No is not in our dictionary. We eat and continue to eat until we start seeing veins on our stomach, like it wants to burst. Towards the end of the "yawo", we begin to beg our host to keep away the food and give us money if they could and the day was perfect.


The next day was the most dreaded day of all called "boxing day". When people all over the world are busy unboxing their gifts, we will be purging and unboxing our stomachs. We just develop this special love for our toilets and the day ends on that note.

We converge many days after, analysing how we had fun eating our lifes out.
Merry Christmas all and eat till you see the veins.