By Gideon Uzoma Umezurike
The
dusty dry wind has arrived again. All the way from the Sahara, from the North
of Africa to the West. It has got to Nigeria, and could be seen all around the
regions, in Lagos, Enugu, Kaduna, and in Bayelsa. The withering look of Nsukka
resembles that of a leper who had never bathed since the century began. And the
flowers that have once given life to the streets of the Ishieke community are
now shriveled up from lack of water. Even the Imo River that had overflown its
boundary at the beginning of November is now almost dried up. This harmattan,
it has spread so fast; and as it goes, people go with it. But they will return,
those who go with it. They always return, though all can't return. The road
must eat, just as the streams in their villages will take their shares. Some
will fall for poisoned foods; drinks will as well eat some heads.
Christmas is
here again; it is everywhere. The price of goods graciously announces its
presence, as the atmosphere all around the major cities is no longer the same
as it had been some weeks ago. The streets are becoming far less crowded, for
they are going home, those from other parts, especially the Igbos. They are
extremely hardworking people, even more hardworking than those of other tribes
in the country. This people, they labour ceaselessly from January to the
twentienth day of December. Then from the twenty-first day, they all set out
for the East, their own part of the country, their homes, their places. They
have only fifteen days for holiday throughout the toilsome year. This holiday
they celebrate with all the plenty they have amassed over the months. This is
the Fifteen-Day Sojourn, and it has already began.
Although the month of
December has only seen the evening of its twenty-second day, ‘Happy
Christmas’ is already on the dry, or rather scaly lips of
people, as they are now running about, here and there, in a bid to meet up with
the many demands of the season.
Fathers
have to buy new cloths for their beloved children and wards; mothers have to
cook with the fattest chicken in the market, a prospect that never crossed
their minds the previous month. And guys, they have to impress their girls.
Sweethearts have to take their 'honeys' out, to The Hotel Royal Dangrate, to Bubbles, to
Villaroy, to Gado, The Romanian Bar, The Red Lights, Chitis, The Holy Manger,
Shoprite, and all, depending on the size of their pockets: pockets that were
strenuously filled.
What about the little girls or the so-called ladies? Ha-ha,
they have to wear the latest cloths in the market, they have to do their hair,
do or manicure their nails. Will they paint the nails red, white, blue, or
black? Well, it greatly depends on the colour of their skin, which also
determines the colour of the cloths they
intend masking themselves in. This then depends on the size of their maga, the
man that pays. Is it man or men? It's men, for they have numerous men for
diverse purposes. The taxi driver in Port Harcourt will buy the weavon, the
business man in Lagos will buy the shoes, the lecturer in Owerri will pay for
the cosmetics, another will buy the cloths, while the other slim guy will buy
the airtime, the others will stuff the purse, division of labour. Their reward
is from the same source.
These are all what the season of
Christmas brings. But what actually is this Christmas? The celebration of the
birth of the saviour? Which saviour? Jesus Christ? Hmm! Is it not the Roman god Saturn that you
are commemorating his birth? Or are you so insensitive that you have never
thought of how these things came about? The gift-giving, the widespread
intoxication of wine, going from house to house while singing, the mistletoe,
the sexual licences, the Santa Claus, and all-- what do they reflect apart from
he Roman Saturnalia. The Bottom Line: Christmas has nothing to do with the
birth of Jesus, as it
has pagan origin and inclination.
Moreover,
does the bible actually ask us to celebrate the birth of the saviour? Was Jesus
at all born in December. The answer to these remains NO!
Do you think Gideon is right? Leave a comment let's know. Season greetings to you all...
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