Christmas in our homestead was mostly sarakasi(a circus)
When everybody came together and old grudges resurfaced, and the differences in opinions become quite distinct.
By 26th December all had found different exit routes.
I can't account for for everybody's emotions, that would be based on mere observation.
What I can describe with no trouble of recollection is my own reactions to the going-ons.
See, my mother works in the hotel industry, for as long as I have known her. That means holidays are busiest, and a divorcement from social life. But a single mother doesn't have too many choices.
When in the city, I watched TV all day long, Scooby Doo re-runs on Cartoon Network.
When at plot 65, I would be in a murderous mood.
One Christmas day, me and sister had been scrubbing dishes all day long, interspersed only with running errands for our visiting city relatives.
In the afternoon, different people got invited to different homes and some went to sleep.
We took a bath, brushed our hair and decided to take a walk about the village.
I must add here, that any ventures out of plot 65 were limited to the school route and the church route.
Birthdays were no better. Mother would bring a bag of candy the weekend that followed.
One time, I must have been seven. I decided to cook chapati for my birthday.
The concept, however was not mature in my brain yet.
I boiled water in a sufuria then poured in a kilogram of wheat flour and stirred. Yeah.
Uncle rescued the disaster and we had chapos about midnight.
I later learned kumbe these holidays don't even have christian origins. And the two mentione in the Bible had someone killed(too much for a celebration of life).
No wonder we were all so joyless
No wonder laughter only came after.
Good riddance I say.