Yunno what time it is? Throwback Thursdayyyy! (And oh, happy new month). This is our first #Blogmas (blogging in the days leading up to Christmas)
We’re finallllyyyy in the last month of the year and I thought today would be a great day to reminisce on our favorite December memories growing up. Look, Christmas isn’t the same anymore. It wasn’t even anything extravagant then, even the littlest things made up the vibe, the aura. It just had this feeling urghhhh! I woke up remembering all that would’ve been happening in preparation for the Yuletide season had I still been five. Instead I’m here, jobless af, desperately hoping ASUU would call off strike this second (and can this year gtfooo!)
The following are the stuff that made every Nigerian kid’s heart race in excitement each time Christmas approached:
- Christmas hair
Christmas hair is one thing every little girl looked forward to all year long! That was our bragging right as each one of us would strive to outshine the other with colourful beads and other adornments. Packing gel was the “happening babe” style then (like bone straight is now). Any girl on it was freaking Queen Elizabeth, I kid you not!
I, particularly, loved making long hair with attachment which school would normally not allow and I would flip it from ear-to-ear dramatic enough for someone just at the other end of the road to see. I’m literally excited typing this 😂
- Christmas clothes and shoes
Those pretty huge, bulky ball dresses with bows everywhere, white or baby pink socks folded just at the ankle with cute konkon shoes. (Oversized) check shirts folded nicely into jeans, stockings and black shoes. That was the Nigerian kid’s Christmas drip starter pack.
Many times, our Christmas clothes are ones our parents got us months before and hoarded just in time for the month. Better still, clothes twice our size and kept neatly in hope that we’d grow into it by the end of the year😭😂Yunno what time it is when your mom uses a broomstick to measure your leg to take to the market. I don’t know what sorcery that is but one thing I’m sure of is that our parents were in 2020 already years ago.
- End of the year parties
After all the drip is sorted, we used to have Christmas parties in school where we’d participate in carols, choreography, cultural dances, beauty pageants and other renditions. I was that child that did everything!😂
We also looked forward to those end of the year parties aired on TV (LTV, Nnenna and friends etc). Those ones where you’d give TV shout-outs “I wantu give a shout-out to my mummy and my daddy and my sister and my Aunty Tope. I wish you a meerrryy Christmas and a prosperous new year”. (Yes I did it😂 We waited all night but never caught the broadcast on TV)
We would go to amusement parks and have rollercoaster rides whilst we cried loudly like the babies we were. What’s Christmas without a forced picture with Father Christmas? Low-budget, horrendous looking Santa Clauses that don’t even give gifts smh.
(For non-Nigerians, they’re firecrackers).
Banger is a veryyyy important element this season. Knockout, ina olorun, lamole etc. Even till now, I anticipate hearing those sounds especially on New Year’s. I never got to do it when I was young because it lowkey felt terrorist. Children would legit throw it at passersby and in people’s compounds. It was so much fun. I loved to watch the fireworks too.
- Street Carnival
I’ve not seen this happen in a bit. Mehnnnn this used to be the bomb.com! There would be banners and decorations on poles. The whole street would party allll night regardless of whose mother is fighting whom. They would have similar T-shirts with each person’s name customized weirdly at the back (fuck is Horlhanrehwarjuh?😂). I was never allowed to attend but I used to jam the loud music from my room. Even if it used to end in hoodlums breaking bottle, street carnivals were really fun. I think that was the foundation of my love for street music.
- Enjoyment ear and dear
From Mr Biggs to amusement parks to family hangouts, the food was excesssss! We would travel, eat and play so much; fly balloons and cry when it got missing. The family time was beautiful. Some “your uncle’s sister’s cousin’s wife’s Aunty” would come bug you with stories of your infanthood and if you remembered how she carried you when you were born (yea totally!) The gifts, the monies our mothers kept and never returned, the bond. Bliss!
I hope with this trip down memory lane you’ve been convinced that adulthood issa scam. Maybe it’s just Nigeria. It was so cool back then. Now it’s just recession, Corona and Insha’Allah.
I hope you do find your Christmas vibe, regardless!
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