By Kola Johnson/
There is something truly unique about Christmas—its enigmatic allure, its mystifying charm, and its cryptic, imponderable puzzle. It ranks not only as the most celebrated holiday but also as one of the most fantasized, captivating the hearts and imaginations of people worldwide.
Christmas has inspired countless writers and thinkers over the centuries. It stands as a grand festive occasion, celebrated and immortalized in literature and music. Charles Dickens’ A Christmas Carol, which I studied for my GCE in the 1970s, remains a masterpiece that vividly captures the essence of Christmas in Victorian London. Though somewhat challenging, I recommend it to any earnest seeker of knowledge for its graphic and profound exposition on the season.
Similarly, the iconic Ebenezer Obey’s Ninu Odun Ti Nbe Laiye…, released in the early 1970s, became an instant hit, capturing the essence of Christmas celebrations with a soul-stirring resonance that remains evergreen.
As the months roll into September, universally known as the beginning of the “ember months,” the Christmas spirit starts to unfold. Like an intoxicating spell, humanity collectively succumbs to the festive euphoria—a countdown that stirs dreams of celestial bliss brought down to earth for a moment of celebration.
The atmosphere becomes electric. Christmas carols fill the air, bangers light up the skies, and the excitement builds to a fever pitch. As a child growing up in the Igbo-speaking areas of the old Eastern Region—Aba, Nsukka, Ngwo, and Enugu—these magical Christmas moments left an indelible impression on my young mind.
I recall with nostalgia the innocence and joy of those early years. The celebration was pure, untainted by life’s complexities, and filled with wonder. Stories of the heavenly hosts in Bethlehem, the guiding star, and the journey of the wise men were brought to life by my class teacher at St. Mary’s Primary School, Ngwo. These narratives captured my imagination and reinforced the significance of the season.
Living in Ngwo, we enjoyed a close relationship with Chief C. C. Onoh, the father of Bianca Ojukwu and a future governor of Anambra State. His wealth and influence did not diminish his cultural connection, as he often joined the annual masquerade festivals with his people. Ngwo’s rustic beauty and communal spirit made Christmas celebrations truly memorable.
I remember the joyous gatherings at our home, the aromatic delicacies of rice and chicken, and the melodious carols sung with enthusiasm. The pyrotechnics, visits from relatives, and festive goodwill added to the magic. Specially cherished were visits from my grand-uncle, Pa Raji Ayoola Adeleke, grandfather of music icon Davido. Despite his busy life in Enugu, he often celebrated with us in Ngwo, exemplifying the bond of family and kinship.
Our eventual move to Enugu, the vibrant capital of the Eastern Region, added a new dimension to my Christmas experiences. The Yoruba community in Enugu was tightly knit, and the festivities were marked by unity and joy. It was here that my mother joined the Cherubim and Seraphim Church, and I experienced the healing and prophetic insights that shaped our lives.
However, as I reflect on those golden years, I am struck by the stark contrast to today. Christmas in Nigeria has lost much of its romantic allure. The economic challenges, insecurity, and social changes have dampened the festive spirit. The days when Igbo men would consider it a taboo to celebrate Christmas outside their ancestral homes are fading into memory.
Gone are the times of sartorial elegance, sumptuous meals, Santa Claus visits, and the ubiquitous carols that once defined the season. Poverty and survival have overshadowed the joyous anticipation of Christmas.
The magic of those good old days seems to have slipped through our fingers. Yet, as we look back with fondness, we must ask: Can we regain our paradise? Can we revive the treasured age of golden memories?
The good old days elude the grip of time.
Our paradise in fleeting vapor o’er air.
Pray! Can we regain our paradise—
That treasured age of golden memory?
(Personally composed)
Kola Johnson is a Writer and Journalist.
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