It's Christmas

So, it’s that time of the year again. Me I? I wasn’t planning to write anything. I was doing like my ancestors; hunting and   gathering then I shalabosha you people with stories come Njanuary. I was chilling in my house last night, covered in my throw that I shipped from Timbuktu watching a movie wishing they just wrote as a book. Ghafla bin vuum, a hard reality knocks my door.  You know, I don’t expect visitors at 9pm. I lazed to the door just to find two faces I have never seen smiling at me with a wrapped gift in hand. Asi!  My people, it was just what I wanted. Best part was it was from a generous human neighbor who gifts random people every year. I had that ka feeling. I placed the gift on my table for 2 days straight. She made my Christmas. I don’t know what you guys are doing this Christmas, but may you spread cheer and happiness. May it bring you wisdom from the East. Oh, may your credit cards continue weeping with every beep of the barcode reader, Njanuary is watching you will face the kwensikwensis. Above all may you not miss the miracle of Christmas like the other guys in the inn in Bethlehem. Those jamaas did not have room for a Saviour to be born in,I hope you do have room. Merry Christmas humans, good tidings I bring.Enjoy your joy,live radically and love completely as you keep your chicken wagons afloat. Merry Christmas.
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