One of the soldiers told me to sit down ‘cause they were not going to let me cross the border. He informed me I would be returning to Nigeria with them after their shift in the morning. Hehehe… it wasn’t funny
Documenting my days from the first of December, leading up to Christmas and a little after
That Christmas taught me never to look down or get too used to Christmas jollof rice, ever again.
Christmas preparations as a teenager had me plucking feathers off dead chickens soaked in big bowls of hot water. Gosh! How I hated that smell.
Christmas was also the only time I ever got new clothes. See, as I was the youngest child in the family, most of my clothes were hand-me-downs.
I know you’re going to say it’s still 115 days away, but I really can smell Christmas already.