Christmas Day is almost upon us. The time of sharing bla bla bla! You all know that that’s a different story here in the ghetto. The only thing I have been giving all year round which I will continue to be generous with are cigarettes. The rest will be charity because times a hard, giving is a rare occurrence. The only free thing is air, polluted air. At home it might turn out to be a very different story.
I’m dreading the appearance of relatives who only visit once every year. For Christmas Day dinner, busy elbowing me out of my seat. I have to be content with eating in my room every Christmas because our house will be swarming with fake people who pretend to like us when they are only here for the coleslaw. Bloody leeches with their mucus dripping babies busy messing up my mood. You would think that half of them don’t own houses. Our kitchen is taken over, Dad’s only car is abused every Jack and Jill to go buy alcohol. These crazies own us for the whole of Christmas day and this is an every year occurrence.
One question people, is Christmas really about giving all its about ya’ll trying to drain us of every last stock of fresh food we have. I hate people! I hate people I don’t know who invade my space, you already know that. The shriek of the child of someone I hate is like a knife being thrust straight into my heart. And it goes deeper everytime those shrieks get loud. Jeso! This is not the way I envision this year’s Christmas day dinner going like.
Things I quite tough in the country, therefore I expect my dad to tell is relatives to fend for themselves. I see my mother having a meltdown if those people even appear. 4kgs of rice in one go is not a joke at all and beef prices are on the rise. The motto is simple, ‘Each man for himself, God for us all. ” I am feeling stingy, don’t even attempt to test me.
Inini
