31 May 2017
As a child, I looked forward to Ramadan for one thing mainly; Grandma’s midnight food. Most of the time, it was pounded yam and as a lover of pounded yam, I could sacrifice my sleep for it.
After the meal had been prepared and served, Grandma would wake us up to eat, though we never fasted during the day. Oh what goodness! Having extras to eat even while you were supposed to be sleeping is nothing short of goodness and Grandma’s graciousness.
The downside to it was; even if you went back to sleep at 4:00 or 5:00 a.m., Grandma would wake you up latest at 7:00 a.m. to prepare for church. God help you if you are not ready on time. Grandma never spared the rod.
How the world has changed! And the calendar too! Ramadan and Christmas were not so far apart. So as Grandma fasted, she also prepared Christmas Chicken (I didn’t even know Christmas Turkey was a thing). She fried the stew so professionally, I have still not tasted it anywhere else!
How the world has changed! And our belief system too. Grandma always told us to live in peace with everyone. I suspect her mantra would have been ‘Live and let’s live’. She didn’t also say radicalism was okay. As a matter of fact, if you saw how these older ones practiced, you may just be swayed. Observing their prayers and doing good.
Whatever they read or were taught must have changed. Perhaps, they didn’t understand so well what they practiced. Or how do you explain today’s stance? Or did I live in oblivion? I doubt it.
My grandparents lived and loved with no restrictions.
What am I saying? I am saying I miss my grandma and her culinary skills.
N.B Hey people, you expected a deeper conclusion? Yeah, this is deep. Lol