Christmas in Africa holds a special place in my heart, taking me back to simpler, joy-filled days as a little girl. Back then, Christmas meant so much more than just the decorations or the gifts—it was a celebration of togetherness, love, and traditions that still make me smile.

Childhood Christmas in the Countryside

In my younger years, Christmas was all about family gatherings and a sense of community. The highlight for me was getting a brand-new dress—maybe even a new pair of shoes if I was lucky. The excitement of waking up on Christmas morning was unmatched. The house would be bustling with activity as relatives from the big cities arrived to celebrate together. The countryside came alive, with everyone sharing in the joy of the season.

Breakfast was simple but special. Adults would prepare tea, mandazi (a sweet fried pastry), and if we were extra lucky, bread and butter. For us kids, this was a treat. After breakfast, the majority of the family would head off to church, while the women stayed behind to prepare the grand feast.

Church services were a highlight of the day. It wasn’t just about worship—it was a chance for us children to show off our new clothes and connect with friends and neighbors. The atmosphere was lively, filled with songs, clapping, and laughter.

The Feast and Festivities

After church, we’d rush home, eager for the feast that awaited us. The menu was a mouthwatering spread of chapati, beef stew, rice, potatoes, chicken stew, and—if we were really lucky—a bottle of soda to share. We’d eat until we couldn’t take another bite, laughing and chatting with our extended family.

The joy didn’t end there. In the afternoon, someone would often light a campfire, and we’d gather around it, listening to the adults catch up while we kids played with cousins and friends. If someone had a radio, music would fill the air, making the day even more magical.

The Contrast to Now

Fast forward to today, and Christmas has taken on a new meaning for my own children. They wake up to the excitement of Santa Claus and presents delivered through the chimney—a concept that feels worlds apart from the simplicity of my childhood celebrations. While their joy warms my heart, I can’t help but feel nostalgic for the days when Christmas wasn’t about material gifts but the gift of being together.

The True Meaning of Christmas

Looking back, Christmas in my childhood was less about the things we had and more about the moments we shared. It was a time when love, laughter, and togetherness filled our hearts and our homes.

So, as I celebrate with my family today, I carry forward the spirit of those cherished childhood Christmases. To me, Christmas will always be about family, love, and the blessings we share.

As we gather with our loved ones this Christmas, let us cherish truelly what matters. Let us be thankful for the life we have, the people around us, and the moments we share

From me and my boys , Merry Christmas, everyone, and may the new year bring joy, peace, and countless blessings!