So this is Christmas, and what have you done…..As Celine dion strikes yet another high chord, I can’t help but feel like the Christmas spirit is no longer with me. I don’t know if too much has been placed on my shoulders and since I’m a person who mostly lives in her mind, I’m hardly able to enjoy. Even though I can’t help but escape back to the days when I was carefree and wild.
The Christmas journey mostly began with a search for a high profile he goat or ram. This was done within and without the village and sometimes to far away villages in Kieni and Doldol. Once the choicest ram/ hegoat was found and purchased it was fattenened through loads and loads of nappier grass.
Christmas eve was the day when we’d go to Kīricu market to look for various vegetables and also Chapati flour and that rarely bought cowboy cooking fat. At Kiricu market, Jim Reeve’s rich baritone voice would welcome us as he belted, Mary’s boy child Jesus Christ was born on Christmas day.’ Of course instead of, ‘hark now hear,’ I used to hear, ‘I can hear.’ 😂
Somehow we’d manage to go back home carrying our paraphanelia and as we approached home we’d hear our uncle’s accordion playing from a distance and we’d join in to the sound of, ‘silent night,’ even though we barely knew the lyrics. The evening was already here with us and we’d soon be lost in the kneading and rolling of Chapatis and Mandazis. All this ensued as we belted Christmas songs and other songs playing on the cassette recorder. We’d never close our eyes before the clock hit midnight when the baby would be born. By that time we would have managed to cook two buckets of Chapos and Mandazis and the baking powder was already doing wonders in our tummies.The Kanairo people would bring us lots of assorted house of manji biscuits and eclairs which we’d eat outside as we watched the milky way display it’s shower of fireworks. Somehow we’d picture ourselves as the wise men from the east following that brightly shining star. We’d wish upon a star that come Christmas morning, a new dress miracle would happen. However….
On Christmas morning, it was more Mandazis and tea for breakfast before proceeding to Sunday school where they’d read to us the Christmas story before showering us with gifts such as bread, juice and sweets among others. We’d go home belching but we still had room for what was still to come. You could say we were eargerly waiting for the next episode.
Back home we’d find our brother and Mr slow preparing the gīthīnjiro which included making a bed of leaves for the goat to lay on as they dissected it. Soon enough, the smell of blood and roasted mutton would waft through the air and the ravens began circling and camping on the fence looking for whatever scraps they could get. Soon we’d be given the rump to go and prepare stew with the freshly harvested potatoes. The rest was meant for Nyam Chom.
The stew being ready meant let the feast begin, ‘vunja mifupa kama meno bado iko.’ Somehow even when our tummies were so full to the point of bursting they’d still hold more. It’s like their elasticity lived for that one special day. But Christmas would not be Christmas without rains. It always seemed to rain cats and dogs, I think it was nature’s way of blessing the day with a sign from above. We’d catch a nap as the rains pounded on the roof and after the rains what a joy is was to play in the pools of muddy waters while munching on ndūndīro.
So now as Darius Rucker wonders what God would want for Christmas, I can’t help but smirk knowing that Gramps Morgan has already figured it out. ‘ If you give a little more than you take, And if you try to fix more than you break, If you’re the kind who takes the time to help a stranger in the rain,There’s a place for people like you. If you stand up for those down on their knees,And lend a voice to those who cannot speak,If you shine a little light and give sight to the ones who’ve lost their way. There’s a place for people like you.’
So lets spread the love and the spirit. Cheers cheers.


Published by Nyar Kaheti

Born and raised on the picturesque slopes of Mt Kenya, Nyar Kaheti is your girl next door vibe kind of girl. She enjoys reading, writing, hiking, and listening to country music among other things.

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