Chapter 2
During the Christmas season, one of the traditions in Ghana
was to build a trash house. This trash house was built out of the leaves from a
palm tree. You then spend Christmas Eve
and Christmas morning in it rejoicing the day Christ was born. This custom symbolized the humble way that
Christ came into the world born in a stable.
Although I must confess that, I was never able to spend the whole night
in the palm house. I missed my bed and
the nights were cold. It was
Christmas Eve and my elder brother, Clarence and I decided to climb a tall tree
to cut down a few posts to build our little Christmas house. While my tall and on the way to becoming fat
brother climbed the tree I stood at the bottom of the tree to point out which
of the best limbs to cut. Suddenly I
heard a loud “crack.” Then before my horrified eyes, Clarence came crashing
down from the tree landing on a pointed tree stump with a loud “thump”. That then punctured his right thigh.
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