Merry Christmas

Wishing you all shades of the rainbow

To show how colourful

To show how bright and loving

My well wishes are to you and yours

Have a Jolly Christmas

FATHER CHRISTMAS

Did I mention that I am now an Aunty, yes oh...my brother’s wife had a bouncing baby boy some months back and this is the beginning of a new generation in my family. Papa Sykik and Mama Sykik are first time grannies and their excitement can’t be contained. The baby is so cute..... God forgive me, I wish babies don’t grow up... the cuddly, chubby, sweet looking face...they look so innocent, I feel like “sin” beside any baby.

Anytime I buy gifts for anyone I make sure I buy something I love and won’t mind using....I have often times “kolobied” gifts I bought for people because my longer throat won’t let go of the item. I then go buy something else.....Sykik is a nut case. Who does something like that? I plead guilty, some items are simply irresistible.

Who ever made it compulsory that rice (in whatever form, jollof, fried or white rice) and chicken are the official Christmas meal? I am so looking forward to eating firewood jollof rice this Christmas; I think Christmas rice tastes differently.  Can anyone remember visiting Father Christmas, going to amusement park, shopping for Christmas cloth inside Lagos market? Kai, I don old finish oh. Back in the days, we use to go from LTV8, NTA channel7, channel 10, channel5 e.t.c for Father Christmas. Wait for this, I was the cry baby of the house.....Father Christmas scared the shit out of me...I would, scream, scratch, claw and everything because I just didn’t want to be left alone with the Father Christmas...if Mama Sykik say make I no enter the Father Christmas grotto, na wahala be that, because I wanted the gifts without having to see the scary Father Christmas....it was always a battle, but someway somehow....I survived each year and came out with my gifts....hahaaha.... I scare easily till date, forget all this my mouth.  

Christmas was a season of gifts, Papa Sykik and Mama Sykik knows how to give gifts oh, my brothers and I got lots of gifts each year. I couldn’t wait for Christmas to come then, but I don’t know why my parents refuse to give gifts again now that I am older and married...after all I am still their child nau....abi do people outgrow Christmas gift and Christmas cloth ni? Maybe I should sue them, for reneging on their parental duties. Abi, they think have handed over to Hubby ni, I no gree, Hubby is husband, Papa and Mama Sykik are my parents...I will start protesting from today.

Dear Santa,

2014 is gradually wrapping up. It has been an eventful year and I can’t begin to count my blessings.

I have tried to stay cool, kind, calm and good this year. I have played by the rules and even stopped applying the “an eye for an eye” rule. I tried not to allow the “evening go down on my anger” and also had a kind word for my mean colleagues. Above all, I reduced my chocolate intake and now play #teamwater....... it was a tough call, but I remained faithful to the cause. I also shopped less, so I got to save more.

I know I will have the best Christmas this year if you will be kind enough to reward me for being a good girl.  I am all grown up but I still believe you exist; I am not like some people (side eyes to Toinlicious, and Simply mee) who don’t believe you exist.  Kindly prove to them that you do make dreams come true. I know you come in through the chimney (we don’t have chimney in Nigeria sha)...... I will leave the kitchen window open so you can still sneak in and drop my gift.  It won’t be a bad idea if you came calling with a gift bearing “Sykik, darling. You have played fair, you have stayed true and though I saw you act like an asshole some few times, you deserve a memorable Christmas this 2014” :) 

PS:

During my days, na Father Christmas we know oh

#Ajepako......Father Christmas

#Ajebutter........Santa Claus