WHEN CHRISTMAS COMES CALLING
The festive spirit was so tangible I felt I could reach out and touch it. I was going home to celebrate Christmas with my family after a year of not seeing them.
The bus trip lasted five hours so I got home early in the evening. From the gate, I could perceive the different aromas emanating from the kitchen. Trust me, my mum is so good at cooking that you get confused on which of the dishes to eat. As for me, I am going to eat everything. After a year of missing meals in school, I can't afford to let them pass me by.
Tiger, our huge Dane came bounding out of the house with my younger ones in tow. It almost dragged me to the ground with its profuse welcome. Home sweet home!
I wish I took a picture of my mum when she saw me. That smile on her face, her arms opened in embrace, that was a moment worth capturing.
Right now, I'm in the sitting room, doing justice to everything I can lay my hands on. It's so nice to be home when Christmas comes calling.