Now that I’ve been scammed into adulthood where there is no more Santa and his gifts unless I take my wallet and debit card to the market, by myself, to get me my wishes.
Tag: Blogmas2019
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.