For those who grew up in the village there was this euphoria
that came with Christmas celebrations, where I come from we had our way of celebrating
it. First of all Christmas was not Christmas if there is no nguo ya christmass
na viatu.And chapatti and mandazi and to sum it up our grass thatched houses
were painted with all manner of decorations, this was done with precisions
making our houses look like a tin of branded Kimbo.
Around Christmas time then we had a lot to do as kids,
although we were not privileged to access the merry go rounds or get to Children’s
park, we had our own ways of having fun. In Kessup for example where I grew up,
on Christmas eve children thronged the Kessup River bridge, you could witness a
mass procession of children donned in new
Nguo za ChrIsie. This obviously was not for the privileged only, I guess
every parent would save for this day since almost every child had a new shoe or
wore new cloths on the Christmas eve.
We observed this like our tradition, every year there was different
level of excitement, as we grew old the younger ones would take up from us. It
is until recently that I have noted that there is a lot that has changed, while
kids then had fun in the river or playing in the fields, our mothers and sisters
were busy making chapattis , wali and stew ya nyama . We could visit friends, visit
the sick and offer the little that we had.
Today that excitement is no longer there, Christmas gifts are
no longer there, Christmas messages are no longer circulated as we used to do.
What really happened? Ni economy ngumu or Christmas celebrations lost
meaning.
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