I Hated Christmas.

Dear Unborn Children,
It’s been quite a while I wrote you, in fact, I’ve not written you since 2019. That’s bad.

However, I was busy having a nice and easy-going Christmas.
I spent the day quietly with the Nigerian Husband- God answered my prayers, he didn’t travel away as I though he would and he wasted scheduled to work either! Talk about God listening to my prayers. I didn’t go all out with the cooking, it was pretty modest and nice, if I can say so myself.
I was and still am grateful for life, for love and for family.

One of my favorite things to make recently has been peppered gizzard, I couldn’t possibly skip it for Christmas lunch.

For the past few years, I made the effort to make Christmas ‘big’, but it wasn’t always like that. in 2009 or 2010, can’t remember, but something happened

Merry Christmas.

Christmas is my favorite time of the year. I love the decor, the food, the merrymaking but most importantly, the reason for the season, the birth of Christ.

But there was a time I hated Christmas. I’ll tell you all about it in my next post. But here, gush over my Christmas tree. (If you’re on my Twitter – @voureal9jakid – or on my WhatsApp, then you’d have been fed up seeing this tree. But hey!)

“I will Never Pound Yam For Any Man.”

Dear Unborn Children,

Your father’s favorite swallow is pounded yam and vegetable soup. But I’ve never prepared it for him.
Hear me out.

During those days when we were still painting the best parts of ourselves for the other to see – learning about our likes and dislikes and whatnot – I learned he

Yearly Bride Price Payment.

My in-laws,

I greet you all in the name of our Lord Jesus.

On December 1, 2018, you voluntarily walked in the home of my fathers. We welcomed you warmly and asked what the intention of your visit was.

“Our son, who never leaves Yola, Kaduna or Abuja, all of a sudden began making unusual trips to Jos. We got worried and decided

Access To Money.

Dear aunties and uncles,

As the full-time Chief Operating Officer of the Usman household, I happen to have some free time on my hand from time to time.

So imagine my excitement when I got a call from my Bank – Access Bank – informing me I qualify to win big money as part of their on going cash raffle draws.

See, my village people thought they’re about to subject me to having very little money! It’s a lie, I must win this 1 million Naira today.

I quickly informed the Nigerian Husband and in fact, I made him some promises. I air-marked some money for

“Eh? What Kind of Name is That?” – How We Met.

Dear Unborn Children,

I won’t be the typical African parent, I will be quick to apologize when I’m wrong: I’m sorry I left you waiting since the last letter. Your aunties and uncles have been asking to read your letters too. Don’t worry, I didn’t share with them.

See, before your father met your grandfather, who you will get to see as a fun and attentive grandpa, I was a bit nervous.

Here, your father poses for a photo with your grandmother, a few days into his visit to Jos. Till this day, she still blushes around him, even more than I do.

My Village People Almost Got Me.

Dear Nigerian Husband,

I’ve got good news and bad news. Which do you want first?

Let’s start with the bad news.

See, my Nigerian Husband is a lucky man! See this beauty he gets to call his wife! To God be the glory.

So remember sometime at the beginning of 2019 when I attempted to make Masa. What a disaster that was. I almost put my good