Dreaming of a White Christmas in Ilorin

Christmas has always been more about the anticipation than the actual day. We spend so long looking forward to Christmas. There is always at the centre of all this longing for Christmas, a heavy dose of nostalgia. We want yesterday’s Christmases, not tomorrow’s. My Christmases past were mostly spent in that splendid city of Ilorin.

In Ilorin, you could literally smell Christmas coming. at the end of October or the begining of November, you could feel the air change as Harmattan beckoned. You knew then, that Christmas was coming. During the 80s and the early 90s, NTA Ilorin had just two Christmas cassettes. There was Jim Reeves’ ‘Twelve songs of Christmas’ (I am dreaming of a White Christmas was played many, many, many times), and for some weird, and as yet unexplained reason, only one side of Boney M’s 1981 Christmas album (Mary’s Boy Child & Feliz Navidad are the only two Christmas songs I can remember being played).

We spent the run up to Christmas guessing which one of our primary school teachers would put on the red suit and don augmented belly. When Mr. Alfa played Father Christmas (We knew no Santa!) his voice gave him away; and Mr Ikujini’s distinctive walk soon unmasked him. We looked forward to the Christmas cantatas and the carols on the rock. Ilorin, a primarily Muslim city (We have a mosque and an emir’s palace!) was festooned in tinsel and plastic Christmas trees; our green and yellow taxis all declaring their dreams of a white Christmas. Sometimes, our parents bought us ‘Christmas cloth’ and woe betide the tailor who did not sew up our dazzling Christmas outfit in time. If you had any doubt about who belonged to which family, wait patiently for Christmas, when all will be revealed.


We did not revel in the idea of Christmas presents (we had very few) or the dubious ‘magic’ of Christmas. We had jollof rice and chicken – who needs magic when you have jollof. We sang ‘We wisoo, a mewy kimas.’ We played! Oh how we played. And all the parties and NTA would show films on television and sometimes stay on air past 10pm, imagine! But these were the Christmases of my youth. They were all the more beautiful because they can never be replicated. It is not just the absence of departed friends or the scattering of Ilorin’s inhabitants to the four winds or the changes in the world that prevents duplication – it is the innocence of youth that made us bask in the joys of Christmas, oblivious to the weariness of the adult world. It is the joy of a child that makes it Christmas. So we make Christmas beautiful for our children, even if it is not a white Christmas in Ilorin.



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