Christmas In Limpopo

Every year around Christmas time the whole family heads down to Limpopo, my grandparents home  to celebrate Christmas in a rural village called Kome.This has been a tradition that has been alive in the family for as long I could remember, even after the loss of my grandmother the tradition still lives on. This year hasn’t been any different, 15 family members, lots of food, arguments, laughter and mostly being surrounded by loved ones. The air smells fresh and clean the sun isn’t merciful, it burns everything it sets its eyes on, at night you marvel at the stars and the full moon but you are sure to have mosquitoes drawing blood from your flesh. Its home though I still love it. I think we can relate that we always have that one family member who is the centre of attention, the one who is the loudest and talks over everyone, who refuses to listen to reason, the instigator of most of arguments, that family member unfortunately is my mother. Over the years we have become  immune to her behaviour, it doesn’t bother us if anything its amusing. She definitely knows how to make our stay memorable.  This year we decided to have a reunion with a few of  our cousins, it was of to a slow start, at one point we thought it wasn’t going happen mainly because of transport issues. The majority of us can drive but only one person has a license, that person being my younger sister. so the dilemma was that we needed to take 2 cars so that we could drop the one car at my cousins house pour fuel in the other car and drive back.  Our biggest obstacles was metro cops an fuel! because where my cousin stays is not much of a village so there was a 110% chance that one of us would be slapped with traffic fine. Somehow we manged to find the solution , and it was that we weren't going to drop any of the cars lol not that we didn't try. the solution dawned on us when 6km's into our journey the car we were supposed to come back with, yes the very one we needed to pour fuel in decides that it wont go anyway until we fill up its tank . so we had to use the other car to tow the one that broke down home. it was a eventful 2hours i must let you know, but as the night dawned we forgot our problems and as the alcohol filled our system the was much laughter that eased the tension. Christmas was out of the ordinary but in a good way. Same tradition with a few different faces, our grandparents are probably happy where they seeing us so united.