CHRISTMAS MEMORIES: With Love From Zimbabwe!
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It's 2 Christmas People! I'm gonna scream till the walls cry out! Yep! Please don't blame me for misbehaving, my body is just doing me anyhow. Okay, Tory Teller be calming down. Let me act normal small.
So today's episode of Christmas memories is quite unique because it's from my dear friend and fellow blogger all the way from the Southern part of Africa, Zimbabwe. Yep! You heard me. Make some noise people!!!
You recall I told you we'll be having guest writers from the continent right? Well, here's one and there's another and another. Get ready y'all. The Tory Teller's Blog is gonna be lit this season!
Without much ado, enjoy!
It’s the most wonderful time of the year…Television felt so good when I was a little kid especially during Christmas time. I sang along to the Christmas jingles and at some point, I believed that Santa was real, it didn’t matter to me if he didn’t bring presents to Zimbabwe. That little fantasy world kept me going. My festive season felt complete.
I remember the day my momma got me boy jeans which are now popularly known as boyfriend jeans with a pair of wedge heels. I thought my mom switched my Christmas clothes with someone else but alas that was my Christmas look. I started loving them so much surprisingly.
The aroma that filled the room still is my favorite part about Christmas. Family members coming in with different foodstuffs, it’s unfortunate that I was not a photographer yet because by now I would have a lot of Christmas albums. Food is powerful in these times, the happiness is tremendous.
I don’t want to ignore the fact that my Christmas spirit is not the same anymore cause someone’s daughter is getting the hang of adulting. I didn’t even buy Christmas clothes for myself because 2020 showed me some flames. I am still looking forward to the food though but for Christmas movies, I am no longer a loyal fan.
Written by Nicole Kurebwaseka aZimbabwean Blogger known as Humanity Boss.She blogs about society's woes and happiness, coffee conversations with a soft pillow in case you want to sleep over, and a little insider of her personal growth. You can visit her blog here, kindly drop her a love message from me!
Holla! Now you see that buying over sized clothes for children is actually an African thing so please forgive your parents, it's our culture!
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The moment your momma buys you trousers for Christmas, it means you've become a "big girl" 😂ReplyDelete
And yup, adulting has changed a lot of things about the holidays.
Merry Christmas to you, Nicole. It's good to have you here! 🤗🥰
Blog sis always repping.
I knew I'll find you here.
Merry Christmas to you exclusively!
As innn, BG be giving me tension everytime. Only you is a peopleDelete
Seme, you're very right!
Merry Christmas to you too baby girl!ReplyDelete
We are happy to read from you Nicole. Merry Christmas to you too.ReplyDelete
Bia! ToryTeller stop swallowing my comments na.
Biko no vex.