For most, 2020 was a detour. The year started on a high note with the usual New Year’s resolution and plans to “make it”. The Virus was a “white people” thing and we didn’t and some still don’t think it is a serious thing. When the lockdown was put in place, we still had hope, that we would get back to our “normal” lives in a few weeks. A few weeks have become months and are soon to become a year.
As John Lennon said, “Life is what happens to you while you’re busy making other plans.” Our “Tweny–tweny” fire was extinguished slowly but surely. Making plans became useless to some part because of the uncertainty and hopelessness of the situation. But as believers, Paul reminds us that “in all things, God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose.” (Why did God allow the pandemic? I do not know. His ways are not my ways and His thoughts higher than mine, but you can go ahead and ask Him) A friend recently asked me what that meant and looked like for me.
Well, the planner in me still kept his job. I am a planner and love to organise my days and weeks and have my calendar with multi colours for the different activities, tasks and days. As I made my plans, I always knew that God would direct my footsteps, I just had to be willing and ready to allow Him to take me where I needed to be.
Christmas this year is will be nothing like we have seen before, hopefully we will maintain the non-negotiable recognizable elements – big sumptuous meals, Christmas Service and new clothing. With the virus, social distancing, economic situation and protection of our elderly parents and grandparents, travelling upcountry hasn’t been an option for a few months now.
Christ is the reason for the season, undoubtedly. He came so that we may have life, life in full. For me life is full, is time with family making memories.
Christmas for the Bafokorora (Lumumba John (RIP)) family has always been a time to come together as one. Like most people I grew up in a home where Christmas meant a new pair of trousers or shoes, going to Church in your “ChristmasBest” and a nice meal at the very least a piece of chicken. Whether Christmas found most us in Nyarushanje or Kampala, it was still the same, filled with laughter, joy, jokes – here no one, I repeat, NO ONE was safe and love. The whole year everyone is busy with their “hustles” but on Christmas, we show up, even if it is for an hour.
Christmas food is the same for most people, as what they have had throughout the year, but it just tastes different. I believe it is because of the love and joy present that makes the meal special. My expectation for this Rona Christmas is Church in the morning, lunch with the Kiremires (my BF’s family) and supper with my family. Simple but powerful.