
The things that I observe at the Madina Market as I commute to work every morning are pretty much the same. I’ve noticed at least two preachers on my route who have an unofficial-yet-kind-of-conventional preaching post. Depending on the time I get to their stations, they’re either singing along with their music playing loudly on speakers, preaching or advocating for passers-by to give an offering. My squad of ‘aboolo’ sellers too strategically position themselves close to a T-junction, one of the places with the heaviest pedestrian traffic. And of course, by that time, most of the other vendors are either done setting up their shops or are just about finishing up. There is this relatively smaller shop among the lot that is always playing music – genres spanning from gospel to highlife to reggae to classical to ballet. Ok, I’m exaggerating a bit, but you get the drift.
On the morning of 1st November, during my routine trip through Madina, I heard the aforementioned shop playing Christmas carols for the first time and it put a smile on my face. Christmas was around the corner and these people were clearly way ahead. Eventually, all the others got caught up in the fever. In no time, Christmas paraphernalia coloured the market and the streets and Christmas carols could be heard at every corner.
To many of us, the season of Christmas is just another range of dates on the calendar that comes with its set of conventions. We get at least two days off if we’re working. We decorate our homes with lights and ornaments and rummage through our music collections for our Christmas carol albums to play 24/7. Some of us dare to boldly belt out the “Jingle Bells”, the “Deck the Halls”, the “Afe akɔ aprɔ”, et al, digital Christmas album or not. The heavens know that we’ve murdered the lyrics of some of these songs but for the sake of sanity, we’ll graciously overlook that for now. We call and send out messages to our loved ones. We watch our beloved “Home Alone” on our beloved GTV – any other way is highly unnatural. And dare I mention our annual “days of return” – the 25th and 31st December. Don’t even get me started on the new year resolutions.
And of course, we have the occasional parties and visits to the beach. We deserve to celebrate, don’t we? After all, it’s Christmas.
Something struck me recently and has really gotten me thinking ever since. Very few of the motions we go through during this time of the year every year really point us to the reason for this celebration. I noticed that even with the carols we sing, quite a number of them do not talk of the Saviour’s birth. Yet He’s the reason we’re celebrating Christmas to begin with.
What does Christmas mean to you?
To me, although I’m reminded every single day of the love that God has for me, during Christmas, it’s made much more spectacular. The birth of Christ is worth celebrating because it marked the beginning of so many other wonderful things – His life and ministry, His impact on all those He interacted with, and ultimately His death that brought me salvation and intimacy with the Father. It’s worth celebrating because it teaches me of how over two thousand years ago, the obedience of a young couple against all odds has benefitted generations upon generations till date and still counting. And because of that, I resolve to always let the will of God be done in my life. Probably, some two thousand years from today, lives will be blessed because of this decision that I have taken.
So amidst the blessing of some days off work to stretch my body in all directions, the bursts into spontaneous song and dance – in key and in rhythm and with the right lyrics, I must add, the calls and messages that go out, the binge-watching of movies and cartoons and the occasional church services I attend, I make sure to make God know that I’m indeed grateful for His gift of His Son.
Again, I ask, what does Christmas mean to you?
What Christmas means to you will be clearly reflected in the way you celebrate it.
And of course, it goes without saying, that whatever you do – however you decide to celebrate Christmas – should honour God (1 Cor. 10.31).
Today is 28th December, 2019. For most of us in the working class, Christmas celebrations have technically ended. Some of us are fortunate to have a few more days to spare. Thankfully, irrespective of where we fall individually, we have next year and the years after that to always live with this consciousness, and we pray that God continues to bless us with the gift of life.
I wish you all a Merry Christmas and a glorious 2020!



























