Making the most of every situation

Today I remembered why I loved Christmas. It was a time I traveled to my village to meet my extended family. The joy of seeing all my cousins, the love I feel when I see my Dad and his siblings eating from one plate and relishing my grandmother's Okro soup, the bewilderment I feel whenever I watch my grandmother remove hot pots from the charcoal stove with her bare hand, the comfort I feel when we have to crowd my grand mother's room because every one wants to sleep with her on the same bed, the early morning palm wine, my grandfather makes available as we all sit together around a camp fire.

It was all love, peace, and celebration. This is always what I know as Christmas, I looked forward to it all the time.

Times have change, things are different now, my grandparents are no more, my Mum and other women married into the family, see hatred in each other. They see witches and wizards around them. My Dad's sisters are busy suggesting marring many wives for their brothers while they remain the only wives of their husbands.

Despite all these I like to remember the good old days; so I made this beautiful soup, as I enjoy my meal, I could only see happy faces and I feel great joy in me.

Enjoy
Adanna