Documenting my days from the first of December, leading up to Christmas and a little after
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
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.