IT CAN SNOW IN AFRICA FOR ALL I CARE, BUT HEALTH IS SUPREME

Its 2 days to Christmas and it still feels like August rush. Caesar must  have resurrected and continued the legacy of seeking baby Jesus.
"Let it snow, let it snow" screams Relient K's hard rock song. Blaring through my little sound system. "It doesn't snow in sub Sahara... Blehhh!!!!" With my tongue sticking out. Although my friend told me it actually snowed a few days back in some parts of the Sahara desert"
"Deck the halls"  was next on the playlist. 'You might as well break your knuckles from too much decking'
Its 1 day to Christmas, you know, December the 24th, what we call watch night, or is it wash night in some native accent. Gotta purchase a Christmas tree with some glowing bulbs around it. Since Christmas ain't coming to me, I'ma come to ya... I think that's the quote or so. Mum's got plans to buy some food stuffs for Christmas. The thought of mummy's stew simmering marinates my thoughts with glee. I know I'll be like every other kid who steals some pieces of meat from the sieve that drains the hot oily sweats from the golden brown lumps. Respect to us kids who defy the natural laws of eating which says that, 'wait until its time to eat before you get your share of the meat'. We are the true rebellious ones. We are the true opposition leaders of tomorrow. For it makes no sense why the government would have funds in meat currency and deprive its citizens of the riches of life.
So we zap into the nearest future, a future full of fried chicken and goat meat. But its still a day to Christmas, just that its only a few hours away. And here I've already snacked on my 3rd piece. I sit on the sofa, a bottle of malt having cold sweats because of me, dstv remote smeared all over with oil, watching The Headies when I suddenly said to myself, "Jesus is the reason for the season", smiling heartily with oiled lips, thinking about the age old rhyme 'reason and season'. Something has got to rhyme with chicken too, when I said, "there is chicken in the kitchen". Wow!! I swore I could have been a lyricist in another life.

 'If you finish the meat, we'll be serving empty rice tomorrow' came the familiar angry voice of mum. "Busted" I said to myself. But I can't just be caught red handed like this. So I said, 'mummy, I was on my own when the meat appeared in my mouth. I just wanted to make sure it really was one of the meat and why it likes my mouth'. She shook her head and summoned me to help out in the kitchen. 'The meat and my mouth are very compatible', I added.
We zap again into 6am tomorrow. My tummy reminds me that Rome wasn't built in a day, hence I shouldn't have built meat castle last night. A whooping 8 pieces of chicken and 3goat meat went down.... A moment of silence for the true patriots of war. They fought hard but my tummy reigned supreme. But now, I've been to the white house twice, sat in the oval office twice like I was the next US president.
I've since started feeling Christmas and I ain't gonna stop now. Christmas is on Sunday, rice is ready and drinks flourish. I know I'll be eating to stupor today and tummy has got to deal with it.
I won't be leaving this house for church until first dose is upon me... But the thought of diabetic patients come to mind. Festive seasons such as this are dicey. The temptation of forgoing their strict dietary plan. Risking their blood sugar blaring through the roof. Worst cases coming in the emergencies comatose. Or is it those with liver diseases risking drowning their livers in beer and spirits. Perhaps a period to prompt the discovery of "the newly diagnosed".

Eat right for your health. Seek your doctor on the best advice on how meals should be taken. He'll most likely tell you to reduce your carbs in rice, more fish, perhaps a small piece of meat not to deprive you of the Christmas jollimentation. No sweet drinks, rather more natural fruits and juices, more veges, oh bananas in place of dodo. And if you're on a medication, strict adherence. More so if you're diabetic watching your blood sugar is ultimate. Above all, water... Yeah, keep drinking it, don't stop drinking it... Unless.... You've got a kidney problem, then Sidney the kidney has got to stick with doctor's advice.

Merry Christmas and a Happy New year  to all my readers.

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