Uche was happy, it was Christmas again. Christmas to him meant new clothes, good food, traveling and getting to see Ngozi. As was the tradition, his family would travel to the village on December 23rd. It was a tradition, not only in his family, but in the families of every clan in his village. His uncle called it the seasonal migration of the Igbos.
He couldn't wait for December 23rd; he had packaged a gift for Ngozi. If he gave her the gift, at least she'd allow him touch her breasts. He had been fantasizing about that moment for three weeks. Grandpa would be happy to see him, last year, they both went palm wine tapping together and grandpa showed him how to tap the wine. Uche wondered what new things his grandpa would teach him that year. Bathing in the stream was something he was looking forward to, not that he liked the coolness of the water, but because he liked watching young girls bath. When Christmas comes calling, Uche can't stop his excitement. To him, Christmas avails him the opportunity to indulge in his cravings and to learn new things,
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