My Christmas Clothes

Bring back joy to my heart this Christmas

Just like the days of old

Papa

Mama

Where are my Bata shoes

My Christmas clothes

Toys

And knockout bangers

Has Ariaria market closed

Let not the flicker of light wither

Shield please the candle light

Pain and despair engulf the season

Downed are the birds

Near misses and close shaves surround me

Hunger

And anger consume me.

Indeed a season of death

Give me back my season of joy

Play my Christmas carols

Where are my Christmas Clothes

Make me ready

The masquerades are at the market square

Make ready the Christmas goat

Throw not away the head of the chicken

The Christmas rice is cooked

This season

Celebrate life

Joy

Love

And mercy

To God be the glory

And His Son Jesus Christ

The reason for the season


Commiserating with Ossy and Ngozi Nnaji (nee Ogbu) in loving memory of their daughter Chidera Alexandria Nnaji (16/04/93 â€" 10/12/05) and the families of the victims of the Sosoliso crash.

uchenworah@yahoo.com



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Re: .My Christmas Clothes
Odinaka posted on 12-17-2005, 08:50:15 AM
This is reminiscent of those good old days, I simply went down memory lane.
May we have life to see many more of the season.
Re: .My Christmas Clothes
Kunle posted on 12-18-2005, 03:43:12 AM
With Bata shoes long confined to history,clearly replaced by bend down shoes.The cost of a goat hitting fifteen thousand,live fowl two thousand naira and a bag of rice above five thousand,many a house hold will recite your poem with nostalgic feelings.

In the midst of grief,long suffering and frustration,the least we can do is send forth yuletide greetings.

This tide shall pass...........
Re: .My Christmas Clothes
Unregistered posted on 12-19-2005, 06:22:34 AM
Yes the good old days.

I too went down memory lane........

I remember the trips across the mainland to the island........Federal palace Hotel, sitting by the water front with my parents eating and drinking. And yes we had our new Xmas clothes and shoes on. As I write I can almost smell that lovely smell you get when mummy opens up the suitcase of brand new clothes, she saved for Christmas.

Dear Lord, please give the forth coming generation, something good to talk about in their old age like I can remember my youth with joy.

MERRY XMAS AND A HAPPY AND PROSPEROUS NEW YEAR FOR NIGERIA AND ALL ITS PEOPLE.
Re: .My Christmas Clothes
Nze Sunny Ogbu posted on 12-21-2005, 05:22:24 AM
Dear Uche,

I mourn the xmas your piece instigated in my memory,it seemed a long time ago.Today's xmas is like a bowl of the best food without a pinch of salt, tasteless,and watery.
Whatever, or whoever took that feeling away murderd real joy.
I dread the truth that we might not find such bliss again ever.......God what a loss!.
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