Christmas Again?

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Christmas Again is an anthology of stories about the reason for the season – Christ.

A collection of stories masterfully woven by fine writers including the very versatile and super talented DrSwag and edited by Chimeka Garricks.

The anthology is just off the press, and like freshly baked bread, it’s best eaten while piping hot. The aroma is making me salivate already.

I just got my copy and I rushed here to share with you guys

It’s a good companion this holiday season, to remind us of what and who we are celebrating; remind us to be thankful, to show love and kindness to those around us, and it gives hope for the coming year and beyond

In the coming days, I’ll be sharing sneak peeks into the stories

But for now, I’m just going to curl up on my couch, with my phone and a bottle of Coke, and…

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    1. I am not sure I posted my entry. Here it is…..NATIVITY…THE BIRTH OF DREAMS

      ……. SHE GAVE BIRTH TO HER FIRST SON, WRAPPED HIM IN A CLOTH AND LAID HIM IN A MANGER—THERE WAS NO ROOM FOR THEM TO STAY IN THE INN.

      Pregnant with hope and possibilities, but terribly heartbroken! She got home, crumpled on the chair and wept her heart out. Tears ran like floods that soaked the hand rest of the settee she had collapsed on. Body-wracking sobs enveloped her being until her mum who was hanging clothes to dry outside heard her through the window, ran into the house and held her so close. The stormy flood of her grief seemed to seep into the embrace of her mum and the raging subsided into a temporary calm.

      ”Ojiugo, gini mere, what happened?” Her mother asked rhetorically since she had an idea of what the issue might be.
      ”Nne, Rachel, Somto and Naomi, all got admissions: the school said that was the last supplementary list and no more room for admissions. What will I ever do now, Nne, what will I do now?” Ojiugo stuttered, chest heaving.

      ”It is all good, something will come through for you,” said her mum, hugging her close and wiping away her tears with back of her hand.

      Her dream had always been to study Literature in the most prestigious university in the country, however those hopes had been dashed and she had to make do with a technical school without any reputation whatsoever and study Fine Art since that was the only school with room for her and the only course available….

      ….A VIRGIN SHALL BRING FORTH A SON…

      Class had ended for the day but the students still milled about with the causal air of the young and restless. The lecturer, impervious to their activities stood before a painting, completely mesmerized. The portrait with a moniker of “The Dream” was so picture perfect it was almost surreal. The colours blended into each other so naturally and the brush strokes were divine. Cherubs frolicked about in angelic euphoria over the nativity scene, each feather of their wings standing out in beautiful, stark relief that stunned the senses. Stars twinkled in wonder. One could almost hear the lowing of cows; perceive the fragrant air of stale hay mixed with the pungent one of the ammonia from animal poop. However, beyond it all was the emotion that radiated from the frame, a feeling that something momentous had happened, an event beyond the shores of humanity’s imagination. Nothing he had ever known had captured the birth of heaven’s dream more. The picture pulled and submerged one in an artistic ocean of amazement. It was so real and extraordinary, so poignant that the lecturer’s heart raced.

      What boggled his mind most of all was that the girl was quite virginal in the world of art to labour and deliver such breath-taking work. Totally wet behind the ears before she got admission into the school through a twist of fate.

      He knew what to do. Reverently, he took the picture off the shelf, gently wrapped it and carried it gingerly out of the studio.

      AND THOU BETHLEHEM, IN THE LAND OF JUDAH, ART NOT THE LEAST AMONG THE PRINCES OF JUDAH: FOR OUT OF THEE SHALL COME A GOVERNOR, THAT SHALL RULE…….

      At the most celebrated yearly art exhibition, the painting from places the judges could not even pronounce stood out like a lone star in a midnight sky. It held all spellbound and ruled at the event. It was not that the other paintings were not good enough. The truth was that it was beyond the spectrum of good!

      THERE CAME WISE MEN FROM THE EAST SAYING FOR WE HAVE SEEN HIS STAR AND ARE COME TO WORSHIP HIM…….

      The plane branded Tokyo Airlines dominated the runway like some gigantic metallic bird and regurgitated passengers slowly into the sweltering sun.

      The handsome, black American after disembarking from the cool guts of the plane felt he was cooking under the harsh sunlight. This was his first time here and though he had heard so much about the hot climate, he never had the foggiest idea that it would be this hot. He removed his jacket and put on a pair of shades.

      He did not know his way around so he got an airport taxi to the foremost art gallery that his organization dealt with sometimes.

      They had never heard of the man that he was looking for or his ward from some primitive technical school. The owner of the establishment was surprised that the Americana was highly interested in some unknown folks when his outfit boasted of the works of the best hands in the industry. His eyes actually popped when he heard that the tourist travelled all the way from Japan for a dead end mission.

      However, the American was resolute, he was not going back home until his mission was fulfilled. Through some amazing feat of resourcefulness, he was finally able to wangle out the name of the school and its location from the art broker.

      He risked his life on bad roads and other dangers to achieve his goal and he got to the school pretty late. The students were on holidays but fortunately, miraculously, since it was a small school, he got an address.

      ….AND WHEN THEY HAD OPENED THEIR TREASURES, THEY PRESENTED UNTO HIM GIFTS…

      The sun had hardly divested itself of its heavenly pyjamas when she came out to sweep. She had barely finished sweeping the front yard of the two bedroom modest affair when the sound of a coughing motor bike shattered the solemnity of the morning.

      She looked up, stopped her singing halfway when she saw the occupant of the bike. She was astonished beyond belief. What was such a handsome, city slicker doing in her compound at this time of the morning?

      He paid off the bike man and walked towards her in a sweet daze. He had seen her art work and it was mesmerizing but all his life he had never seen such magnificence! Her planes and symmetry were out of this world and though sleep had not fully left her eyes, they were filled with so much light and zest.

      He almost forgot why he had come. Introducing himself, he explained his mission. His father had been a military man stationed in Tokyo and he had grown up there and studied fine art. He told her about how her picture had been sent to Japan’s greatest art festival by her lecturer and had emerged as the best work of the event. They had tried getting in touch with her lecturer to no avail.

      She explained that he had passed on weeks ago and was surprised at the turn of events. When she had been informed of the possibilities of her work by her late lecturer and how he was going to send it to Japan, she had not thought much of it, so much so that she completely forgot about the painting.
      She was blown away when he opened his bag and gave her the scholarship papers to the institute of Fine Arts, New York City.

      She collected the documents, looked at them, then at the American and screamed!

      ”Mama!”

      GLORY BE TO GOD IN THE HIGHEST AND ON EARTH, PEACE AND GOODWILL TOWARDS ALL MEN….

      It was December 25th. The castles, cathedrals and structures of the picturesque city of Edinburgh were decorated with the icing of snow forming the largest wedding cake anyone could ever wish for. Out of one of such buildings, the couple emerged. Her wedding gown from Vera Wang was more brilliant than the snow that floated lazily from the skies and covered the earth.

      They walked down the stairs, resplendent in their outfit, pulchritudinous in their looks and instinctively, their lips locked in an engagement of love. As the warmth spread from her heart to every part of her being like alcoholic wine, she knew that with the realization of her dreams, the coldness of winter will always be far away from her now.

      Inside, the pianist caressed willing keys and out of the church, musical notes danced forth on wintry winds…..

      ”I am dreaming of a white Christmas……”

      Ekpo Ezechinyere ©2017

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      1. OMG!! Stimulating read. Quite touching…..and the way you relate it to the message ….the birth of Christ is simply Beautiful. What a lovely message here. Thank you for writing, for sharing. Thank you.

        Ps: Vera Wang! Noice!😁

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