And finally, it was D-day.
December 25th…
The sun rose over Abuja, golden light spilling into Maitama's wide streets. Inside the Moses family mansion, Christmas had already begun.
The house was alive before Sam even woke.
From the kitchen came the chorus of pots clanging, wooden spoons clattering, and the aroma of spices thick in the air as Mrs. Moses commenced the age-old Nigerian Christmas ritual.
In Nigeria, no matter how rich, families don't buy or order food during Christmas, everything is homemade.
It added a touch of home to the celebrations. And today again, on another Christmas day, Mrs. Moses was the conductor coordinating the orchestra.
With her apron tied tight, she was already orchestrating her army of helpers.
"Kayla! Stir that rice, don't let it burn!"
"Sophia! Stop eating the meat, you think we're cooking for you alone?"
Well, Kayla knew what she signed up for when marrying into a Nigerian home. She already knew about all this ahead of time.
