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The question, "After Christmas, what's next?" leads us to the twenty sixth of December every year. All around the world, we h...

The question, "After Christmas, what's next?" leads us to the twenty sixth of December every year. All around the world, we have the day for the exchange of gifts (boxing day) to be hallowed. In this part of the world, it remains of of our National Holidays.

Those words sounded again. It sank deep into my heart. That evening, mamana as we called my mother had told me "You would kill this yea...

Those words sounded again. It sank deep into my heart. That evening,
mamana as we called my mother had told me "You would kill this year's
chicked"


As a growing young man, I was barely ten- about eight to nine years. I
recall that I have watched mamana kill the chicken for christmas three
years now. Easter and other "good days" were not left out and so now,
this year, I would lead the slaughter of one of those chickens.

"Having a poultry nauseates me," I thought to myself. And so, for the
next few days up until the twenty-third, I dread going near the
poultry. I suddenly come to hate the smell, the liquid-solid faeces
too...


Each morning, as the cock grows in that poultry, I remember it
swallows a day off. The countdown remains stronger and nearer with
each crow- the crow too, sounds like some mumbled words: "Merry
Christmas, Please, don't kill me" or more like "I've got one more
year, Merry Christmas", "This year's not the last!" and so on...

However, I've got fright. How would I kill this chicken?





(... Years Later)

Today, I'm grown. I recall episodes of last christmases and I recount
more than enough experiences. I recall the play, the food, the dresses
and the "bangas" as we called it. I recall that on evenings when our
fathers and mothers did not give us money for fireworks, we ran around
with paper, specially folded to make a shape. We then held the tip of
the shaped paper and made a flap- It sounds like "banga" if you've
ever tried it.

At times, we picked numbers of three, five or seven and we sounded the
"paper banga" by our numbers- this covered up for our three, five or
seven sound bangas...



So this year, as I take the knife and head to the poultry, I no longer
fear that chicken; I only pray that I do not spill blood. And as I
draw closely, I still hear that cock crow saying, "Merry Christmans,
do not kill me"







Nelson Vincent Ayomitunde

Wednesday, December, 2nd, 2015. 9:32am (Adet-Dream Life) "The rest was history. We spoke well enough that night. Well I think ...

Wednesday, December, 2nd, 2015.

9:32am (Adet-Dream Life)



"The rest was history. We spoke well enough that night. Well I think the only thing I ended up thinking about him-cos I remembered so was his name. I actually choose to call him Handsome- Yes, that's his name."



3:14pm
Waking Up could really be tasking especially when it involves another "task". Adet felt a log of wood on her head. She recalled the last night-the drinks, the dance, the dinner. "At least, it was worth it," she said, nodding her head.

Tuesday, December 1st, 2015 06:12am These days are faster than usual. Only weeks back, we had celebrated the new year and now, it's th...

Tuesday, December 1st, 2015 06:12am These days are faster than usual. Only weeks back, we had celebrated the new year and now, it's the first of December, 2015....


Hello Guys, I wish to formally welcome you to this month of festivities... As I watched from a corner of my room, I noticed that t...

Hello Guys,

I wish to formally welcome you to this month of festivities...
As I watched from a corner of my room, I noticed that the glacier that had covered my back yard for much of November was retreating. I could see a foot of ground around the edge of the new perimeter fencing- bringing on December!!!

And then I checked the Calendar...
It's the month of festivities.


You surely know what I did see- the truism...
In this new spirit (the volksgeist), we tend to have the best of the new month... Even if we do not tend to, I know we would... (Grace)

This month is lined up with activities. I promise majorly, a prose which shall be updated here daily for the next 31 days into the new year. Be ready!


Freebies would come in between this prose. There would be an airtime spree for all networks, Top comment prizes and social media involvement. NELOC's back and better. Wish you all the best of this month.