Generically, Africans are enthusiastic lovers of this red hot season, with a lot of precepts of boisterous preparations, sauced with an illuminating aura of arduous, avaricious and gleeful vibes serenading the detectable ambiance.
Welcome to Nigeria, a nation of obdurate Christmas enthusiasm, a land where ruckus fueled with an air of self-undauntedness looms. Its no secret how so very uninterstingly personal, Africans, residing in Africa, take this celebration. From a distant outlook, one never fails to notice the skirmish attitude of a large majority repressed by their most of the time sarcastic quest to comfortably live their way through the end of the year, more of an unreal a priori to an aposteriori.
Technically saying, you would judge this wholesomely exhibited character as an intrepidity consigned to oblivion, a sacrifice that a lot are willing to make, to prove to themselves, their kin and whosoever cares to know, how unbeleagueredly better there life is, than it actually seems to be. Here, you will find no shortage of theories expounding on the hike in prices of virtually every anything you can think of, including reasoning, common sense and the unequivocal manifestation of the many ways the nation is being mislead by the apocryphal government.
Ordinarily, the familiar interpretation of a government trying to regulate and truncate price tags on resources seems to be a little off and a way unidentifiable scenario everywhere in the country. Its not surprising but fervently awkward, how this appears to be the best of times for an annual exploitation by the government, an epileptic condition rocked on the masses who would unquestionably accept such fate, a sacrifice to make for Christ's birth.
Everywhere else, this festivity extrudes love in diverse forms for both Christians and non-Christians, it appears so ubiquitous and literal that it seems to be the only feeling there is.
Paradoxically, the feeling of insecurity in the abundance of bribe laden security officials, who in the spirit of the season, get terribly engrossed with filling their pockets off extortion from commuters, who extort the masses, and from the masses who would be most comfortable extorting themselves for every little service they can decide to render, trumps the idea that 'love is in the air'. It goes on and on from feelings of insecurity to the absolute fear of bankruptcy (as a result of excessive spending above one's means}.
This hysteria transitions into justifying the Mean World Syndrome, a phenomenon where violence exhibited by mass media manipulates people's thought to believe the world is actually more dangerous than it already seems to be.....Yeah, that's how bad things can be down here, its that deleterious.
Admist all crazy and crazy, topping the chart is how easy lives are lost, how degraded the humanitarian mindset and altruistic character expected of people really is.
Finally, this season invariably appears to be the season of crack ups, where lots of people lose their lives to lots of things, predominately auto crash, more than any other time of of the year, categorically making the country highly unsuitable for globetrotters or travelers of any sort at this period.