2014 Christmas Holiday

While I was getting ready for service yesterday morning, I remembered something that happened way back in 2014 when my twin brother and I spent Christmas at a family friend’s place. Shit really cracked me up thinking about it. SS1 first term had come to a close so we opted to spend the vacation at one of our classmates’ house.

I share this without prejudice to my friend (who is probably reading this now) or his family. We had a great time there and it was one of my most memorable Christmas experiences courtesy of their magnanimous benevolence and homey reception.

Okay, back to the story...

Three days after we arrived, our friend told us that they (the children) would be travelling to the village by the weekend to see their Grandma and returning the following Monday while their parents would stay back with us. Wasn’t part of the plan but since it wasn’t going to obstruct the streak of fried meat and juice we had been eating every night for the past two days, it wasn’t a problem at all. Enjoyment is paramount.

His elder sister who was far older than we were was to go first while he and his older brother arranged for the following day. Since she was to go alone, she took both brothers’ Christmas clothes with her to ease the burden of their Saturday journey. Life is easier when you have an only sis.

At 6 am on the dot, she took the first bus leaving PH for Afikpo LGA in Ebonyi State. After about 8 hours since she left, her mom called to know the progress of the journey but her line didn’t go through. Immediately, she phoned her own mother to know if her granddaughter had arrived but she replied in the negative.

The moment she dropped the phone, the entire household went agog in panic. Everyone was just pacing up and down, making bodily movements that suggested they were mapping out a rescue plan in case their daughter had fallen into the hands of kidnappers.

Meanwhile, my friend went to a corner of the room and started sobbing. It was a pity seeing him in such a hopeless state so I walked over to him. In an attempt to console him, I held his shoulders but he gave me the shocker of my life.

“If they kidnap Chidinma and anything happens to my clothes, I won’t forgive her in this life.”

I was taken aback. I tried so hard to suppress the laughter that was rapidly welling up inside of me but I ended up letting it out, and for once, the attention of the entire room shifted from the missing child to my innocent self. Their eyes glinted with rage as the silence of everyone pierced through each and every pore of my skin. I became the villain of the piece for laughing at their plight while the real devil continued to wail like a helpless victim.

I know children do misbehave but my guy went to the utmost part of the earth with his naughtiness.