Cracks and holes in the wall
The lizard resting on the broken rooftop
Mama cooking with the remaining firewoods
As we surrounded the three stones blowing the woods to give it more flames
Teary eyes, choking voices
Mama drove us away from the fire
Giving us a calabash of water to calm our nerves
As we watch her putting some woods in and withdrawing some
Wiping her teary eyes with her other hand
Her wrapper almost falling off her round waist
As she struggled to keep the flames high
My siblings and I huddling together sitting on the banana leaf just in front of our tumbling hut
I wondered where papa was
Maybe in the deeper part of the forest
Hunting for the biggest Meat
As Ma continued cooking this special dish
Papa came just in time with a bush meat slung across his shoulder
He wasn't smiling
I know he isn't happy
He would have wanted a bigger catch
But unfortunately all the animals have gone to hide
Mama collected the bush meat and started doing justice to it
As papa created another Stones of fire
I watched as my parents prepared for our little Christmas party
It's so rare
We haven't had one in years
They're just trying to make us happy
I would have appreciated our usual garri soaked in water
But it's Christmas,Santa might have preached to them
I stood up leaving my siblings on the banana leaf
As i hugged Papa, then Mama
And whispered 'thank you' to their ears
I couldn't be happier without a pot of Jollof rice and meat on a Sunny Christmas day.