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GrandMa’s storytelling time is a piece recounting some of the beautiful village moments with grandparents. Grandma’s stories and sweet food were some of the things that kept us awake late at night in the village during our younger days. How sweet these days were. Back then in the late-90s, we used to enjoy some of the olden day stories grandma told us for us to have an understanding of why the world is the way it is today. So, after our family evening meals at about 7 pm, we quickly rushed to the room to bring our loin cloths, what we used to protect ourselves from the cold. We put our chairs around her and listened to her talk. Little Eduke was about 4years old by then. Then grandma would ask us if we have closed the doors, windows and made sure the younger ones, one and two years old are…

Christmas is sweet in my village When I think of Christmas, the first that comes to mind is new clothes and shoes, rice, chicken, baptism, stew, much meat, balloons, “bonbon”, brown money and homecoming for those who were out of the village. One week to Christmas, pigs, goats, fowls, horses, and cows start mourning. Movements to and from Bangem (where women go for shopping) become rampant while quarrels between man and wife are on a daily basis. All these made Christmas very sweet in my.village How it used to happen in Babubock, my village The preparations always seemed like Jesus was coming in person. It was a time for “Papa and Mama” to award us for excellence.  They always threatened not to buy Christmas dress unless you passed number 1 in the first term exams. And if you did, all the beautiful gifts were yours though even those who failed…