RED THE FESTIVE
PERSONAL
Happy
holidays; eat, pray, love.
So indeed here we are again, another
December crossed with one too many to eat, drink and laugh about. Familial
gatherings filled with jollof rice, fried rice, ona and soup, pepper-soup, deep
fried meat, chin-chin, bubbly drinks with clattering glasses, stories and mock
chatter and gossips thrown about in the air.
Your Uncle from abroad will fondly complain
about relatives who behave as if people who live overseas shit gold there. Your
Aunty will talk about her big government job, how she has been promoted and was
eating easy money from the federal government office she worked in, a few angry
comments will ensue from flared tempers and dug up trespasses, you will watch
and your presence will hang over this like the birds that sit on trees watching
the things about humans that confounds them.
I leave for my ancestral hometowns in a few
days, and oh how I look forward to comments about my womanliness, with aged
relatives sporting dwindling eye-sights getting touchy, the hard truth about
what becomes of youthfulness come a few decades knocking me off my feet,
cousins one too many that I can hardy place all their names or even faces
cramming me into a corner of guilt. And the sweet, sweet air of village life,
with natural sounds and beautiful silence. The sound of nature untainted slowly
enjoying its depleting grip on the earth.
I however sincerely hope you have a much
more exciting holiday than I’ve had so far. Truly.
But in all, it’s the season to be jolly I
suppose, so we will accommodate these nuances and revel in them. We will wear
our red lipsticks or not and plaids or not, and heels or not, we will smile so
broadly our cheeks will ache, we will eat, pray and love as we always have. We
will wear red, we will be festive.
So in spite of all the fuss about the festivities of December, those of you who don’t indulge at all, believe me, you are by far the luckiest, my overworked hands tell no tales. And no I am not out to ruin your beautiful unfestive lives with my anecdotes and familial traditions. I’m not even a fan of traditions in the first place.
Last post of the
year I’m afraid, looking forward to the exciting new journey that begins with
2018! Hope y’all don’t abandon me though, lol. Enormously grateful to you all
for taking the time to always be here, thank you for creating this space with
me, means more to me than you know. Have yourselves some beautiful days ahead.
A hi nya, with
love, x E
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