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 Continue reading →
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 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.