Christmas this year sort of snuck up on me. Before I knew it, it was only five sleeps to the day. Religiously, I do not celebrate Christmas. Back home, I might go out with friends for a couple of pints and a little merry making. Here in Sudan, a predominantly Moslem society, Christmas is merely another day. There is not the faintest hint of festivity in the air.
So this is Christmas eve, the holy silent night. I stay home by myself, with a scratchy throat, slight throbbing headache, drinking bucket load of ginseng tea in hope of holding back a week-old nagging onset of feverish flu-ish cold.
And a frustratingly excruciating tooth-ache.
Oh joy to the world!
Merry Christmas to me.