It’s Almost Christmas

My God, it’s only a month to go. Yes, Christmas is almost here. Anyone excited? Sincerely, I have mixed feelings over this. Actually, I feel like we should skip this Christmas. Don’t mind me, it’s just those crazy ushago moments that really freak me out whenever I think of this Holiday. So, let’s just say am not so eager. It was so nice when I was young(Lol, don’t add that ‘kwani how old are you?’ part. I still am. My dad still can’t stand the fact that I should be moving out soon. He always has excuses. “You will, maybe next year.” Then next year keeps shifting) I read a blogger’s experience (I can’t remember who it was) of telling the parents about moving out and I so related. I felt like… boom! That is so me.

Anyway, back to the Christmas part. Am 22 and I no longer can act 10. It’s sickening, I just don’t know how to explain it. Saying goodbye to Chewing the Queen-cake wraps, packing your yoghurt’s box(it will know it’s importance when you’re locked in your room😂) and taking turns with your sibling(s) in clearing the sufurias with ugali. You don’t want to know how crazy my childhood was 🤣

Am just out here thinking to myself, is it possible to skip Christmas?

My home folks are waiting on me as if I got hired by Safaricom to do the “mteja wa nambari uliopiga… (The customer’s number you’ve dialed…)” announcement and get paid after every call. I don’t know if it works that way.

“Napenda kitenge ya maroon. Unajua inaenda vizuri na skin yangu” Easy granny, am in school. I’ll attend to all these after. What entered my people’s heads? I mean, Nairobi to them is a city of plenty. A city you get to and immediately get rich. Maybe those are blessings, but again, the pressure is way too much. The shosh’s of the village are the first to ask for their ‘kitenge’ they were expecting from you. They are African loyals, you  know. “Am so done with y’all, I can’t anymore” I tell myself in the mind. Am so careful, I can’t spit out the words. They believe they can ‘curse’ you so just play along. You also have to smile while delivering the disappointing message ‘Dani, wich wang’ni nowil. Nakelni suka Krismas mabiro.’ (Grandma, I forgot about your kitenge but I sure will bring it next Christmas) Awkward!!!

Again, can we skip Christmas?

You close schools to be with family and just enjoy the serenity of your shags but that’s not what’s waiting. You get home and your travel bag(s) gets the first welcome. I think I need an intercession at this point. Lord Jesus, hold me at this point because when I land on someone, Omuga Kabisae will be announcing ” Kifo chatangazwa…” but am all calm, Christmas period is for love and peace. I won’t attack anyone.

“Umetuletea nini?” is the statement I have been avoiding. “Kuna kitu uliacha kwenye nimetoka?” I’ll probably answer. I can only say that to my sibling(s). I’d not dare that on any ‘parent’ figure at my place. I was raised well, you see. Plus I don’t want to be on the billboards (And the way I’ve struggled to be recruited by the modeling agencies that deal with billboard advertisings😄) You probably wondering which billboard. My people have this tendency of spreading your name in the village if you step on anyone’s toe. You’d be infamous by a snap.

During Christmas, we totally feast. The birth of Christ is always a blessing in every home. The fun part is inviting other families and friends. Now, the frustrating part is when the other family has a girl/boy same age as you. Utatii, is the best word to use here. I don’t know why achievements must always come the same time among age group to my people. You’re always reminded of the other’s and a lot of comparison done amongst you. I don’t know if am the only one who really don’t like this pressure? Anyway, it’s motivation at some point.

So many activities and things happen during the December holiday. I love the visiting grandma, relatives part. Do you know why? Chicken always die for us😂😂😂 Actually, I directly translated that. Again, don’t mind me. I love chicken especially the ones rared at home. There’s something special about them😋. The slimy veggie too. That should never miss when I go/come visiting. It’s the ushamba village in me.

Anyway, the mixed feelings just dropped at this point. Well, at the mention of food, everything, feelings included, have to obey. Nyamachomas, ojuri(I don’t know the translation), bonfires and singing the carols in the middle of the night. So much fun to think of canceling Christmas. This is also that time you have family reunions, crazy cousins coming over and the whole neighborhood just being lit with craziness. Somebody push Christmas closer please!

Let me prepare for my exams and stop being homesick. I’ll see you guys soon😘

Regards,

Flo.