Hello, everyone.
Welcome to my blog and another wonderful edition of the Hive Learners' featured post. Over the years I have had a lot of memories about Christmas and how it was spent, but one particular year's memory still stands out.
Christmas during my childhood days actually feels different compared to now; when I was a kid, by now my parents would have to buy two pairs of shoes and clothes for both Christmas and the New Year's celebration. Today's date is December 24, just a day before Christmas, and I still don't have a new cloth, not to mention two pairs of shoes.
I must confess that I fear adulthood. The responsibilities that come with adulthood are frightening. Permit me to say adulthood is one of the scariest phases of life. At that phase, you are expected to take responsibility for your every action. Responsibilities rest on your shoulders whether you're ready or not; you just have to struggle to meet up with what's requested of you.
The memory of that one Christmas that is stuck in my head took place in December 2012; my dad traveled on a business trip, so we were just left with my mom. My mom said she cannot spend Christmas in Yobe State since my dad, who is the sole reason we are so far from home, is not around. She started contemplating whether or not to travel to the village.
Her elder brother, who lives in Kano State, made a suggestion: instead of traveling to the village, why not pay him a visit as that will even help curb expenses? My mom agreed, and I will never forget how we left Yobe State, Nigeria, very early in the morning for Kano State. We arrived in Kano State after three hours.
On our arrival as kids, it was very easy to blend in and know the other kids; it did not take us 24 hours to start talking to the kids and plan how to visit Mr. Biggs. After the kids left our house, my uncle actually warned us about one of the kids from the neighborhood, whose name was Doris, and also asked us not to leave the house for any reason on that day.
We felt really sad that day; all our dreams of going to Mr. Biggs for the first time were being shattered right before our eyes. We overheard him discussing an outing with my mom and some other far relatives that reside in Kano State as well, and this gave us hope as we will take that as an opportunity to visit Mr. Biggs and be back before them.
Everything went as planned, and we had all the fun like never before. We ate everything our little money could buy and headed back home. With luck on our side, my uncle and mom were not yet back. We changed clothes and acted like nothing happened. My uncle came back, and Doris the talkative told him everything. This is why my uncle said we should avoid her, but we didn't listen.
Long story short, our Christmas ended in tears 😂 as our uncle flogged the hell out of us. Till this day, I still remember how I had so much fun during the day and cried so much at night. I still regret ever knowing Doris.
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