Time for joy, time for cheer

Haven't been here in a while. I blame it on the exams, lack of sleep and stress that comes with it. But now I'm here; and so is Christmas. Some say it's not Christmas until the Coca Cola advert airs. Here in Kenya though, it's not Christmas until you start eating. Parties pop up everywhere like flowers in the Springtime. And when they start, they don't stop till January, by which time people are flat broke and several kilos heavier, with enough fat to insulate them against the cold during festive season rave nights.

At home, Christmas starts when Mum’s birthday comes around. Best way to begin the festive season. A goat always loses its life, or, like in today’s case, a goat and a sheep. With a humongous White Forest cake to go with it. So as I sit here with a plateful of cake, listening to the noise of the happy people in the background, I know Christmas is here. Happy birthday Mum. Lots of love!!!! Now off to the gym…