The Old Way Christmas

Throwbacks are always fun especially when you throwback with the right kind of people. I got the perfect people one day at work to throwback on Christmas back in the day. I’m talking about the 1980s..😜😜. Oh yeah, we are not small children but for the sake of some of my readers lets talk about Christmas in the 1990s πŸ˜‚. 2000 babies, sorry, I will throwback on your kind of Christmas next year, God willing πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚. I belonged to the group of 1980 babes whose parents managed to migrate from the village to the city for greener pastures. We were like the β€˜Borgers’ back then when we went back to the village at Christmas to celebrate with other cousins and the extended family. Those times were good mehn! We are talking about the days when rice and stew was bae. Forget Jollof. You will understand this if you grew up in an Ashanti man’s house. You will eat fufu and ampesi saa till Christmas when you got to see the rice meals on the menu. Those were the days when the chicken was like an El Classico, you don’t want to miss it. Christmas was when we put on our best behaviours to get delicacies. Christmas was also a period for fun with other children.Β 

Our Christmas conversation took us from food to games and finally to stubborn things we did in the ’90s. There was this game we use to play “chem pe” literally meaning lets divide and “twa dai hu” which also literally means go round the house. These were very silly games thinking about it now. This is how it goes. So if your partner meets you eating they say β€œchem p3” and you have to divide whatever you are having into two equal parts and give your partner one. That’s was a bit ok as compared to the β€œtwa dai hu”. With that, you will stop eating and go round the house. If you come back and your partner hasn’t finished eating your food, lucky you. My village houses were huge compound houses so the possibility of coming back to meet your food intact was on the low side but we loved those games. Some of us cried and others laughed after engaging in such odds. Outdoor games were the ISH then. That game you draw on the ground and jump around it. I’ve forgotten the name. Do children of today even play β€˜ampe’ again?!. 

I remember we used to build Christmas houses with palm branches. I remember we used to stay out late talking and sometimes listening to old tales from our grandparents and uncles. Most of which we grew up to realize were serious “tooli”. I remember we used to wear our Christmas dresses, shoes and lace, socks with frills at the band for girls and moved from house to house to greet and collect our Christmas gifts. In some cases we also gave people something. The Christmas gifts were mostly money, piccadilly biscuits and toffees..πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚. The sad part about this is that our mothers collected the monies and that’s was the end of it. The story they will tell you the next time you asked about that money hmm … but every Christmas we went through the same thing.Β 

The Other Stories of Christmas

One of my colleagues told us a story about one mango tree the children in her household had been warned about. In spite of the warning, they always climbed the tree to pluck its fruits. One Christmas, her cousin was on top of the tree while they stood under the tree to collect the fruits he threw down. Unfortunately, my colleague’s dad noticed there was someone on the tree and asked who was on the tree… lol. They all run away leaving their poor cousin on the tree. The lashes he got ehπŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚.Β 

Another colleague shared his story about a neighbour’s fowl they stole for pepper soup. My cousins and I share a similar story. The funny part was when the owners came asking, we pretended not to know. Our times with our cousin’s as kids during Christmas were fun. The only part I hated was when we were all asked to eat from the same bowl; our parents’ believed eating together was going to foster love for each other as we grew but those moments of eating together always ended in a fight πŸ™„.

My 2019 Christmas 

A lot has changed over the years. We all at a point stopped going to the village for Christmas. Rice and chicken became an everyday food. Those games faded out and video games came. We grew apart from some cousins. We matured and the world also evolved. My brother, Nanu, had this on his status: “I’m chopping this Christmas the old way. I’ll stay at home, light firecrackers (knockout), buy a toy gun, blow a balloon, drink Fanta, eat piccadilly biscuits, eat rice and chicken and watch Home Alone. Your affronts and parties ain’t got nothing on me. My ways are the old ways.”Β 

I’m totally down with him. So this Christmas I’m going the old way in my own way. Who’s joining us?

Cheers!!

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  1. You made me reminisce my childhood days

    1. ☺️

  2. You made me miss my childhood Christmas days…. Those were the times when you had the chance to drink a full bottle of coke. The way I’ll be sipping it small small eh… Hmmmmmm

    1. Hahaha..guilty of the sipping Fanta small small.

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