MERRY CHRISTMAS❤️🎄‼️ EXCEPT NEPA STAFF

 Merry Christmas La Familia! I pray the abundant joy that comes with this season never ceases from your lives. Typing this is a bit uncomfortable for me because I have nail on (I wonder how bankers do it), but I'll do anything for you. Plus I have been putting off writing for some days now.

I didn't start writing to feel smart, I started writing to express myself properly. But  these days that has been a little hard for me maybe because I am searching for a perfection that doesn’t exist. And that search shouldn't stop me from sharing my heart with you, it's currently 13 minutes to 10 p.m., and I have noticed inspiration usually hits me at night no thanks and more blames to a certain someone from Oraukwu, Anambra state for turning me into a night owl. Don’t ask questions. 

It's my first Christmas without my mum, and probably the first December in my life I didn't travel to Illah or see my grandpa. I don't know how to feel. I don't feel bad but I am not excited either, it's justout of the norm for me. I didn't feel old when I turned 21 about two weeks ago (say happy birthday to me in the comments) but cooking Christmas rice today made me feel all grown, I felt like a 'woman with responsibilities' ; that's what my cousin called me two days ago. I am so proud of my rice and turkey but I am still in shock that I cooked "CHRISTMAS RICE", not any kind o, Coconut rice.

Today wouldn't have been the idea of an ideal Christmas for me, I cooked rice, hardly wished anybody merry Christmas, scrolled through my phone most of the day, got toasted by one lousy man on my way to my aunty's house,(sidebar Lagos men "you look familiar" is a CASTED format, please you have to be more creative moving into 2026), And as if that wasn’t enough, EKO ELECTRIC DISTRIBUTION COMPANY threw  my fellow Nigerians and I into darkness on the day representing when light (Jesus Christ) came into the world.  Isn't that crazy and ironic? Nice one NEPA , EKEDC or warever you call yourselves these days. I hope your Christmas was as hot as mine or even hotter.

Then for the people in my area, they  to be arrested because since two days ago, they have been blowing banger and you know what's worse?? They have been lighting fire works in the hot afternoon. Afternoon?? And you say police should not arrest them? No o. Even birthday boy is tired.

As for the people with their gens on 24/7, remember the Lord is watching you. I didn't know I hated generator sound this much until this holiday, i want to blame them for being so inconsiderate but everything falls back to Nigeria, because if NEPA or warever they are called would do their freakinggg jobs, I wouldn't be having such a deafening experience.  But NEPA did their best to spoil my day and failed because the true highlight of my Christmas was meeting my niece and nephews. Big aunty activated.

Another thing, I didn't see a lot of pictures from you and yours this year, what happened ? Nigeria abi, I heard PJ's and Photoshoots were so expensive. Chai, so sorry. God will rescue Nigeria o because If He doesn't, we are in soup, hot one, hot nsala like the one I could have eaten for breakfast this morning if I had travelled (Can you tell I miss my village just a little?).

 Before you call me a hater, Merry Christmas to you and yours...if you deserve it sha.

Do you know why I am here? To remind myself that I don’t have to be perfect and there’s no perfect writing but most of all to let y'all know I  am a funny babe because I'm  sure you chukled while reading and if you didn't, that's a you problem. 

Anyway I hope you enjoyed this rambling. It's a day late because my laptop died last night, no thanks to NEPA. But we are still in the Christmas mood so...deck the halls, I guess.

Have a holly jolly Christmas, it’s the most wonderful time of the year… except you work for NEPA. Go and collect your Christmas wishes from Eyo masquerade.

Lots of love and tinsels,

BUNMA🎄💕. 

Comments

  1. AnonymousDecember 26, 2025 at 7:28 AM

    Merry Christmas Bunma. NEPA deserves all the heckling.

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  2. AnonymousDecember 27, 2025 at 8:55 AM

    Quite an interesting read. You might want to write next about a long list of resolution for NEPA or wareva they are called.

    Season greating,
    Enyinnaya.

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  3. AnonymousDecember 28, 2025 at 3:28 AM

    NOT BEING USED TO GENERATOR NOISE IS HOW YOU KNOW SOMEONE GREW UP IN IKOYI

    ReplyDelete
  4. AnonymousDecember 30, 2025 at 11:53 AM

    😂merry Christmas

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