Christmas at the Balubuliza’s

Greetings from Johannesburg and Season’s Greetings as well.

Hope everyone is okay and is feeling festive for this beautiful season.

Thank you so much Joel for tagging me on twitter. Even though am not home for Christmas this year, writing this piece will keep my heart warm as it will remind me of what Christmas looks like in my family.

Christmas at the Balubuliza’s means:

  • Giving out everything we don’t need or want anymore to the local Church to be shared with those in need.
  • My mum will also share her abundant garden harvest with our neighbours and the neighbours usually do the same. (This gets really exhausting when am sent to like five houses carrying eggs, matooke and avacado) But because am the youngest, I am always the victim, the process takes like 30 minutes.
  • Decorating the Christmas tree on the 23rd or 24th. It’s because everyone is always “extra busy” until the very last moment. In all honesty, no one ever wants to do it and I always suffer the fate of being a last born and eventually having to do it.
  • My mother insisting I pin up old Christmas cards from different relatives and family friends from way back when. Dear Mummy, no one gives Christmas cards anymore except Fuel stations and Banks. But I love my mum and I always have them dangling on a string somewhere.
  • Waking up early in the morning to help with making breakfast. On Christmas Day, everyone MUST help out with the process.
  • Eating a heavy meal for breakfast, usually katogo with offal and plenty of other food. Which is why the point above happens.
  • Listening to Calvary Cross Choir songs before heading to Church. (I don’t know how many people remember this Choir but they have really amazing music, they are initially from Namirembe Christian Fellowship…if that rings a bell).
  • Phone calls to everyone in the village. These are usually made by my parents but will have the rest of us yelling in the background…”Sekukulu Ennungi !!”
  • Wearing our Sunday best (that we hurriedly bought that week) to the Christmas Day Church service. I still don’t know why we always wait for the last minute to go shopping.
  • Lunch at some place nice and fancy. I always buy a loose Sunday best outfit for this moment. One MUST NOT play games at lunch time.
  • Listening to the Boney M Christmas album after lunch while eating cake. I mean, this album changed our lives..and I know it’s not just us. My dad is always the DJ on Christmas and we wouldn’t have it any other way.
  • My parents talking about how the Christmas Day was for them in each of the years my sisters, brothers and I were born.
  • Spending quality time and having a conversation with my whole family that is purely and strictly about the good memories from the past years.
  • Giving and getting gifts from each other that we all know we can share e.g umbrellas and chocolate (everyone wants some so you would have to share…jeez..). But thank God, this has changed over the years.
  • There was a time when my mum would lead us in reciting Psalm 23 (Zabuli 23) in Luganda together at night before we went to sleep. Of course, it was just her and my dad who knew all the words and the rest of us would just mumble our way through right till the “Emirembe ne Mirembe Amina…”

Writing this makes me miss home so much but it also makes me grateful for the Family I was given. I love them and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Happy Holidays dear ones

Hugs and Hearts

Esteri đŸ™‚


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