My first Christmas in Diaspora was really so strange and lonely, everyone told me I would get used to it but I still have not. I miss my Christmas in Africa. At this hour its already Christmas day in Africa but the bustling and festivity would be going and tomorrow the big day, would dawn with so much fun, celebration and visitation from friends and family.
Market bustling with people and merchandise, I love the smell and feel of the harmattan wind on my face at this time in Africa. Plus the delicious aroma from the food stalls. There is so much to see on display and to buy. Sometimes not to buy but just walk through makes me feel the season.
I know that Christmas in my Africa is no longer as it used to but still its not like it is in the Western world. The roads so dry and devoid of traffic or life. It is everyone top your tent o’Israel. Its a celebration for you and your family alone, the gifts and food is to be shared among you and your family alone. Unlike Africa where we cook and serve for our neighbours and friends in the spirit of giving of the season.
I realized that even in Africa, things have changed too in the way Christmas is celebrated. Does any one still buy life chicken days or weeks before Christmas and keep them tied around before they are slaughtered by either the head of the family or the bold one in the household. I heard its either frozen or it is killed and cleaned now in the market where they are bought.
Or maybe many are scared that the chickens would indeed be armed now to attack if they are brought home life. I have seen some gun throttling chickens, ready to fight to stay alive. I am not surprise, I think it is all part of the civilization that have changed our world even my Africa.
Whatever it is I miss the way it was before now, the spread of love. The sharing and fun of it all still sticks to my memory and I would give anything to have it. Merry Christmas to my family and friends both in Diaspora and back home in Africa