How my Xmas went:
I stayed indoors avoiding one of my neighbours who, during the last festive period this year, had brought me a hot, steaming, aroma filled plate of jollof rice well garnished with peas and decorated with two big strong meat. She now overdid herself by putting a can of malt beside it.
I was shocked when she knocked. I was gobsmacked when I even saw what she was carrying. I thanked her profusely. I drank the malt and stared at the rice. Each time I went to the kitchen, the aroma of the rice made me stay there a little longer. It smelled like the legendary party jollof rice.
Now, before you say I am bad or that one good turn deserves another(yeah, I know that right?), I actually planned to repay her “rice kindness” but here is what happened
I had sneaked to the market early on Xmas morning. I looked at her window upstairs, it was locked.
Going to the market on Xmas morning or even afternoon is a kind of habitual ritual for me here. Why, you may ask…
Its because you are the determinant of the chicken seller’s destiny on that day. You are the garrison commander of the chicken negotiation proceedings. They treat you with respect on Xmas day more than any other day just because, their eyes have come down, it has become a “gbanjo gbanjo” sort of thing, a kind of “buy two get one free thingy”.
Every serious person has bought chicken the day before in a mad rush. Then, the chicken seller would be ruler and boss. He talks with pride.
“Madam, if you no fit pay 3000, abeg waka” he says
On Xmas afternoon and evening, he becomes very humble.
“Madam, you Neva say anything na. I say make you bring money. Everything must go”
So, I got a big fat chicken at a very fair price. There was more sanity on the road. The road from my house leading to the market was dry.
Here, let me say a prayer for all those who left abuja by road and paid 18000 to the east and 12k to Lagos that may they find greener pastures in their village and never bother come back to overpopulate this city again, mbok.
Now, electricity is more better because everybody has left. So, I got back home after my impressionable sojourn at the market.
I had decided to cook fried rice. So I set to work.
Along the line….
Gas finished abruptly without a signal. A 12.5kg cylinder. And of course, filling it would leave a hole in my pocket. Some 4500 I didn’t plan for. My rice was already on the burner. Gosh!
So, I called the gas man praying he would respond on Xmas day. Luckily, he did.
Then, he came and carried the cylinder. He spent up to 40mins before he brought it back. My stomach was already growling. I was yawning. I had to calk him again and by then, he was at my gate.
I paid him painfully. Resumed my rice cooking but with less energy and interest. Not to bore you with details, my fried rice which should have broken the record of my neighbour’s legendary jollof was a sham, a disgrace to fried rice. It wasn’t as sweet as I envisaged it just because I missed one ingredient.
I was disappointed in myself. So, I carried the pot and began to eat myself to stupor. Feeding myself with the attitude of “everything must go”.
So, I decided to respect myself and not go out lest I run into her. Today won’t be different as well. I would be indoors trying to right the wrong by cooking a pot of jollof. If it turns out right, fine. But if not, I shall never see my neighbour again. Not this year. But next year. After the festivities. With a strong look, no guilt and shameless face.
I hope your Xmas was better than mine???
How did your go?
Merry Xmas to you blogfam.
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