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Love800:
What do you mean by cooperative society?

Government workers CICS. There's a particular amount you contribute to the purse every month and you can borrow from there and it'll be deducted from your salary automatically every month.

It was so much fun. My aunties always made sure I had new clothes and shoes for Christmas. New hair style too. Lots of food, drinks, etc. Now we the young ones are the ones sending money to them for Christmas celebration. Indeed life is in circles. I intend to also create good Christmas memories for my children.

Sapasenator:
As kids growing up in Nigeria, Christmas was the most important celebration for us and we eagerly looked forward to it.

I came from a very poor background so rice was not what we eat regularly, Christmas was an opportunity for us kids to eat rice and chicken to our fills.

Christmas usually started around November, this was when my parent would go to Balogun market to buy Christmas clothes and shoes for all of us.

We never went along, it was only our parents who would select Christmas clothes and shoes and we had this curiosity waiting for them to come back so we can inspect the clothes and shoes.

They had us place our feets on cardboard boxes and a pen was used to mark our feet sizes before cutting the cardboard boxes, this way, the right sizes of shoes were bought.

Once they were back from the market, we locked the doors and windows to test the clothes and shoes, our friends would be at our windows, peeking to be the first to see our clothes.

I wiping the bottoms of my shoes after testing them so they remain brand new on Christmas day. That was the only day we got brand new clothes, the rest of the year, my mom would send us to Sylvanus store to select used clothes to compare and see who got the best clothes. Hehehehe.

Two weeks to Christmas, my mom would go to the market and select about three chickens to feed for slaughter on the eve of Christmas day. So, at 6 pm on the 24th December, we would kill the chickens and start preparing for Christmas, we kids never sleep in the night as we kept dreaming of the next day.

I and my friends we used car plugs, wood and matches to create knockouts for the celebrate as we could not afford banga.
We would wake very early in the morning of Christmas, bath and put on our Christmas clothes, shoes and attires and, off we went to our friend's houses, together as a group we knock on the doors off all our neighbors and random strangers.

The rule then was anyone who came to your house on Christmas, you have to feed them even if they were total strangers so, we just randomly knocked on doors, walked in , eat rice and chicken and, ask the adults to " do Christmas for us".

We walked all around town eating from strangers, blowing knockouts and collecting Christmas money.

After we are done eating outside, then I would lead my friends to our home, by then my moms food was ready, by and I would eat together. We also dished out foods in trays to share to our neighbors and the neighbors in return will offer us trays of food and drinks.

We had this family friend that worked at Coca Cola and every year end , we always received about 4 crates of Coca Cola for this family reserved for our Christmas day feast.

At the end of the day, I would be so full that I would not be able to lie face down for all the food I had eaten that day.

What was your experience growing up on Christmas day, was it similar to mine?
Did you guys go about eating food from strangers and asking for Christmas money?
Is this practice still continuing today?

Thinking back, I must say it was very fun every Christmas and on new years days, we carried on with the celebrations.
I would not lie as it was a magical moments for us.

Share your experience growing up in Nigeria on Christmas days. Forgive my typos as I am on my second champagne bottle with my Jamaican Dragon Stout beer.

It was indelible and memorable! I am 45 now. I grew up around Isinkan Ondo Road in Akure. We made and exploded our rackets and bisco (disco isana odun). Our mothers never looked for us. We were safe in the neighbourhood. We came home whenever we were hungry. No fears.

On the Xmas Day, we went out to visit family friends. We had a lot of fun. In the end, we came back with pockets full of money to share. In the night, we wud have diarrhoea due to large intake of coke and fanta.

On the 26 Dec, we wud go to Orita Obele where OSRC wud be organising Xmas shows for children. All of us in our plastic glasses rai our heads!

But today, I live in the UK and Abuja, Nigeria. I wish to have the experience over and over!

Sapasenator:
As kids growing up in Nigeria, Christmas was the most important celebration for us and we eagerly looked forward to it.

I came from a very poor background so rice was not what we eat regularly, Christmas was an opportunity for us kids to eat rice and chicken to our fills.

Christmas usually started around November, this was when my parent would go to Balogun market to buy Christmas clothes and shoes for all of us.

We never went along, it was only our parents who would select Christmas clothes and shoes and we had this curiosity waiting for them to come back so we can inspect the clothes and shoes.

They had us place our feets on cardboard boxes and a pen was used to mark our feet sizes before cutting the cardboard boxes, this way, the right sizes of shoes were bought.

Once they were back from the market, we locked the doors and windows to test the clothes and shoes, our friends would be at our windows, peeking to be the first to see our clothes.

I wiping the bottoms of my shoes after testing them so they remain brand new on Christmas day. That was the only day we got brand new clothes, the rest of the year, my mom would send us to Sylvanus store to select used clothes to compare and see who got the best clothes. Hehehehe.

Two weeks to Christmas, my mom would go to the market and select about three chickens to feed for slaughter on the eve of Christmas day. So, at 6 pm on the 24th December, we would kill the chickens and start preparing for Christmas, we kids never sleep in the night as we kept dreaming of the next day.

I and my friends we used car plugs, wood and matches to create knockouts for the celebrate as we could not afford banga.
We would wake very early in the morning of Christmas, bath and put on our Christmas clothes, shoes and attires and, off we went to our friend's houses, together as a group we knock on the doors off all our neighbors and random strangers.

The rule then was anyone who came to your house on Christmas, you have to feed them even if they were total strangers so, we just randomly knocked on doors, walked in , eat rice and chicken and, ask the adults to " do Christmas for us".

We walked all around town eating from strangers, blowing knockouts and collecting Christmas money.

After we are done eating outside, then I would lead my friends to our home, by then my moms food was ready, by and I would eat together. We also dished out foods in trays to share to our neighbors and the neighbors in return will offer us trays of food and drinks.

We had this family friend that worked at Coca Cola and every year end , we always received about 4 crates of Coca Cola for this family reserved for our Christmas day feast.

At the end of the day, I would be so full that I would not be able to lie face down for all the food I had eaten that day.

What was your experience growing up on Christmas day, was it similar to mine?
Did you guys go about eating food from strangers and asking for Christmas money?
Is this practice still continuing today?

Thinking back, I must say it was very fun every Christmas and on new years days, we carried on with the celebrations.
I would not lie as it was a magical moments for us.

Share your experience growing up in Nigeria on Christmas days. Forgive my typos as I am on my second champagne bottle with my Jamaican Dragon Stout beer.

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Uncle my 5k oooo.

Prosperity gospel have killed Xmas in Nigeria. Here's is why, growing up I ed after every Xmas service will group and say uncle to my dad we are coming o. Then I ed mumsy getting up early with my sister's to cook and fry Chicken knowing visitors will start coming early. This was a standard across churches mostly Baptist and protestant, then prosperity gospel have had a foot.

Fast forward as prosperity gospel was taking effect, youths started tropping out with the enticement of wealth. The majority glare was Christ embassy then, pastor chris started off a very Charismatic and was rich with words.

So all these churches with fear for their Future due to mass exit started fine tunning their doctrines. By then it was too late because more prosperity gospel churches sprang up.

Now what's the connection? The less privileged that was taken care of then are now been isolated because the churches are now man know man. The church now is more like I have arrived, it's more of no one is content. What everyone have is never enough so let me just entertain me myself and I and some family .

Xmas spirit is dead totally now because it's all about what I need for Xmas, where to go enjoy.

But big shout out to those who still remain steadfast and still ing the less privileged and the orphans.

Big shout out to those who didn't allow the spirit of selfishness cover their hearts. Because now in the house of GOD SPIRIT of selfishness is now prevelent.

Forget about church calling for donations. In the good old days people donated regularly knowing there are those who are in need.

Now everyone does it as a transaction I will give to get something from God, it's the reason why many many will be disappointed. Because you are turning a grand creator to a mere man who is in a continuous fallen state.

'80s kid.

Sapasenator:
As kids growing up in Nigeria, Christmas was the most important celebration for us and we eagerly looked forward to it.

I came from a very poor background so rice was not what we eat regularly, Christmas was an opportunity for us kids to eat rice and chicken to our fills.

Christmas usually started around November, this was when my parent would go to Balogun market to buy Christmas clothes and shoes for all of us.

We never went along, it was only our parents who would select Christmas clothes and shoes and we had this curiosity waiting for them to come back so we can inspect the clothes and shoes.

They had us place our feets on cardboard boxes and a pen was used to mark our feet sizes before cutting the cardboard boxes, this way, the right sizes of shoes were bought.

Once they were back from the market, we locked the doors and windows to test the clothes and shoes, our friends would be at our windows, peeking to be the first to see our clothes.

I wiping the bottoms of my shoes after testing them so they remain brand new on Christmas day. That was the only day we got brand new clothes, the rest of the year, my mom would send us to Sylvanus store to select used clothes to compare and see who got the best clothes. Hehehehe.

Two weeks to Christmas, my mom would go to the market and select about three chickens to feed for slaughter on the eve of Christmas day. So, at 6 pm on the 24th December, we would kill the chickens and start preparing for Christmas, we kids never sleep in the night as we kept dreaming of the next day.

I and my friends we used car plugs, wood and matches to create knockouts for the celebrate as we could not afford banga.
We would wake very early in the morning of Christmas, bath and put on our Christmas clothes, shoes and attires and, off we went to our friend's houses, together as a group we knock on the doors off all our neighbors and random strangers.

The rule then was anyone who came to your house on Christmas, you have to feed them even if they were total strangers so, we just randomly knocked on doors, walked in , eat rice and chicken and, ask the adults to " do Christmas for us".

We walked all around town eating from strangers, blowing knockouts and collecting Christmas money.

After we are done eating outside, then I would lead my friends to our home, by then my moms food was ready, by and I would eat together. We also dished out foods in trays to share to our neighbors and the neighbors in return will offer us trays of food and drinks.

We had this family friend that worked at Coca Cola and every year end , we always received about 4 crates of Coca Cola for this family reserved for our Christmas day feast.

At the end of the day, I would be so full that I would not be able to lie face down for all the food I had eaten that day.

What was your experience growing up on Christmas day, was it similar to mine?
Did you guys go about eating food from strangers and asking for Christmas money?
Is this practice still continuing today?

Thinking back, I must say it was very fun every Christmas and on new years days, we carried on with the celebrations.
I would not lie as it was a magical moments for us.

Share your experience growing up in Nigeria on Christmas days. Forgive my typos as I am on my second champagne bottle with my Jamaican Dragon Stout beer.

A pair of eyeglasses would give an impression I was about to fall into a gutter or hole. Chai

During this time early 80s,90s ,20s young ones really had great experience of Christmas then and want it to be like that forever ...

Well , I thank God for this time though and don't wish any of my children to experience what I personally go through those my very young age .. so pathetic ..

For those of us who grew up in otukpo, Benue state in the 80, 90s can relate.

Every house hold most slaughter a goat, due to poverty some family buy goat as early from October to save cost.

Once, it 1st of December masquerade re- hersal ( we call it giration ) will start all over otukpo.

Kids will use motorcycle spoke, carved wood in form of gun and a matches to make bangers.

On the 24 Dec from 2.pm smell of roasted goat will rent everywhere in otukpo.

On 25 Dec you will see masquerade of all kind, accompanied by different groups, association moving from street to street.

Christmas then was fun, kidds explore nature to the fullest.

Now children have become cultist as early as 10 years and the ladies into hookup as everyone is forming big boys and girls.

We really enjoyed Christmas in otukpo then.

BABANGBALI:
I wasn't born in Nigeria

even me

Sapasenator:
As kids growing up in Nigeria, Christmas was the most important celebration for us and we eagerly looked forward to it.

I came from a very poor background so rice was not what we eat regularly, Christmas was an opportunity for us kids to eat rice and chicken to our fills.

Christmas usually started around November, this was when my parent would go to Balogun market to buy Christmas clothes and shoes for all of us.

We never went along, it was only our parents who would select Christmas clothes and shoes and we had this curiosity waiting for them to come back so we can inspect the clothes and shoes.

They had us place our feets on cardboard boxes and a pen was used to mark our feet sizes before cutting the cardboard boxes, this way, the right sizes of shoes were bought.

Once they were back from the market, we locked the doors and windows to test the clothes and shoes, our friends would be at our windows, peeking to be the first to see our clothes.

I wiping the bottoms of my shoes after testing them so they remain brand new on Christmas day. That was the only day we got brand new clothes, the rest of the year, my mom would send us to Sylvanus store to select used clothes to compare and see who got the best clothes. Hehehehe.

Two weeks to Christmas, my mom would go to the market and select about three chickens to feed for slaughter on the eve of Christmas day. So, at 6 pm on the 24th December, we would kill the chickens and start preparing for Christmas, we kids never sleep in the night as we kept dreaming of the next day.

I and my friends we used car plugs, wood and matches to create knockouts for the celebrate as we could not afford banga.
We would wake very early in the morning of Christmas, bath and put on our Christmas clothes, shoes and attires and, off we went to our friend's houses, together as a group we knock on the doors off all our neighbors and random strangers.

The rule then was anyone who came to your house on Christmas, you have to feed them even if they were total strangers so, we just randomly knocked on doors, walked in , eat rice and chicken and, ask the adults to " do Christmas for us".

We walked all around town eating from strangers, blowing knockouts and collecting Christmas money.

After we are done eating outside, then I would lead my friends to our home, by then my moms food was ready, by and I would eat together. We also dished out foods in trays to share to our neighbors and the neighbors in return will offer us trays of food and drinks.

We had this family friend that worked at Coca Cola and every year end , we always received about 4 crates of Coca Cola for this family reserved for our Christmas day feast.

At the end of the day, I would be so full that I would not be able to lie face down for all the food I had eaten that day.

What was your experience growing up on Christmas day, was it similar to mine?
Did you guys go about eating food from strangers and asking for Christmas money?
Is this practice still continuing today?

Thinking back, I must say it was very fun every Christmas and on new years days, we carried on with the celebrations.
I would not lie as it was a magical moments for us.

Share your experience growing up in Nigeria on Christmas days. Forgive my typos as I am on my second champagne bottle with my Jamaican Dragon Stout beer.

First of all, your experience is not really that of a person who came from a poor background

It sounded to me like the experience of a typical 80s/ 90s born

The only difference with your own experience is that we don't normally go to the house of strangers to eat food on Christmas day

Our parents will definitely kill us if we did that!

treatise:

A pair of eyeglasses would give an impression I was about to fall into a gutter of hole. Chai

But it would be a "sin" not to wear one.
You forgot those who wore white socks, sandals, red/blue goggles and asoebi.

bluefilm:


First of all, your experience is not really that of a person who came from a poor background

It sounded to me like the experience of a typical 80s/ 90s born

The only difference with your own experience is that we don't normally go to the house of strangers to eat food

Our parents will definitely kill us if we did that!

My parent did not know where we went. I always went with my friends.
Rice was a food we did not eat regularly as it seemed ti be unaffordable. We lived in face me I face you all through secondary school.

bluefilm:


First of all, your experience is not really that of a person who came from a poor background

It sounded to me like the experience of a typical 80s/ 90s born

The only difference with your own experience is that we don't normally go to the house of strangers to eat food

Our parents will definitely kill us if we did that!

That guy didn't jam poverty sha.

His experience was pretty average. In fact, such people never considered themselves poor. Everyone was pretty even. Especially those who grew up in 60s to 80s, most would have lived like that. People of the economic status he described still could afford a brand new motorcycle, a Datsun 120Y, Datsun 140J, Beetle/Ijapa, even Peugeot 504. Some didn't bother because people were content and public transport was cheap.

Yes, neighbours brought food to family.

You didn't eat outside but may drink coke, fanta, sprite, etc.

This thread is for international Ajebos. Local Ajebos and Pakos should take seat at the back.

AreaFada2:



But it would be a "sin" not to wear one.
You forgot those who wore white socks, sandals, red/blue goggles and asoebi.

Say that again

richiemcgold:
.. growing up in the early 80s, we wore aso ebi sown by a local tailor in the neighborhood. You can also call it " and-co"

We also put on our brand new plastic wristwatch and googles

We trek from street to street to visit families friends and church . We eat rice and chicken at everywhere we visit and returned home in the evening with bloated stomachs and over-bloated pockets. 🤪

There was no knockout or banger in my time, we made use of what we call racket as firecracker. My racket and matches were always in my pocket during this season. We move in group and blast our rackets everywhere we go. Na so we go dey sing "olopa ko le mu wa, odun lo'de..."

My mom once had to rub kerosene on my bloated tummy on a Christmas when I almost eat myself to death. Hahahaha.

I still wonder why people consider rice to be a special food then.

I hated Christmas as a kid. I lived with my wicked rich aunt that doesn't care about me. Christmas was a nightmare for me, as I was always busy cleaning the house everyday and washing plates.

Different visitors would come and i would serve them, worst is that my aunt would disgrace me in front of her visitors. It is a terrible memory for me, except for one particular Christmas that I was allowed to visit my village with my parents.

I am free now, financially stable but still not excited about Christmas. That's why I always try to make it memorable for my kids.

Bonab:
I hated Christmas as a kid. I lived with my wicked rich aunt that doesn't care about me. Christmas was a nightmare for me, as I was always busy cleaning the house everyday and washing plates.

Different visitors would come and i would serve them, worst is that my aunt would disgrace me in front of her visitors. It is a terrible memory for me, except for one particular Christmas that I was allowed to visit my village with my parents.

I am free now, financially stable but still not excited about Christmas. That's why I always try to make it memorable for my kids.

Where is that Aunt now?

Sapasenator:


Where is that Aunt now?

She's enjoying her money in Abj. She's a big shot.

Growing up I use to have fobia for long distance in a car... I mean from Lagos to Abia state or from Abuja to Abia state... I use to throw up like from the beginning of the journey to the end 😂

Chop, sleep then entertain visitors. Rinse and repeat for many decades.

arkad139:
seen. Thanks very much sir. God bless you more nd more

No be you wan give person 20 which day ..

😁😁😁😁

Thanks so much.

Is dis that other type of pension that companies do, that you can be withdrawing from it anytime you want. Dis one is different from the main pension. Am i right?

Yemike:

Government workers CICS. There's a particular amount you contribute to the purse every month and you can borrow from there and it'll be deducted from your salary automatically every month.

Love800:
Thanks so much.

Is dis that other type of pension that companies do, that you can be withdrawing from it anytime you want. Dis one is different from the main pension. Am i right?

It's not pension. Just like it's name the workers in an organization cooperated to be contributing money in a purse and when you've shown that you're dedicated towards the course you can apply to borrow money from the purse with little interest. Many workers cannot afford to buy rice, chicken, clothes from their salary so in order to make it easier the cooperative society will now buy all these things from the purse and it's will now be applying for them. It's a win win for everybody, the man gets to act like a father at home, the society makes profit as the prices of it's goods is slightly higher.

Okay. So this is the cooperative i have been hearing since but i hardly have any knowledge about it. Okay, they will buy foodstuff(rice, groundnut oil, spices, sugar, tin tomatoes, cereals, palm oil, spices, salt) and share it among . Am i correct?

Yemike:

It's not pension. Just like it's name the workers in an organization cooperated to be contributing money in a purse and when you've shown that you're dedicated towards the course you can apply to borrow money from the purse with little interest. Many workers cannot afford to buy rice, chicken, clothes from their salary so in order to make it easier the cooperative society will now buy all these things from the purse and it's will now be applying for them. It's a win win for everybody, the man gets to act like a father at home, the society makes profit as the prices of it's goods is slightly higher.

Bonab:
I hated Christmas as a kid. I lived with my wicked rich aunt that doesn't care about me. Christmas was a nightmare for me, as I was always busy cleaning the house everyday and washing plates.

Different visitors would come and i would serve them, worst is that my aunt would disgrace me in front of her visitors. It is a terrible memory for me, except for one particular Christmas that I was allowed to visit my village with my parents.
Chai sorry oo
I am free now, financially stable but still not excited about Christmas. That's why I always try to make it memorable for my kids.

Sirchiboy:
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Uncle my 5k oooo.

You big 5k nau. you still get that 500k for business.

BABANGBALI:
I wasn't born in Nigeria

Okay. So, tell us your experience while growing up in Cotonou.

We4all:


Okay. So, tell us your experience while growing up in Cotonou.

i wasn't born there