It is that time of the year again! Yaay! First thing’s first — Easter is the celebration of the resurrection of Jesus Christ, as well as the celebration of Lent ending. If you don’t celebrate Lent, (this time I will not ignore your thoughts and be of advise – Google is your friend. Chuckles) it is a traditionally that starts on Ash Wednesday, and typically includes giving something up. For many, it’s a certain type of food. I think I would give up Watching my favourite TV series. You? (Does not going to work count as giving up something? Yeah, I see you too! haha!) It’s an important religious holiday and just like many holidays, it comes with its traditions and customs.
However, over the years, some of these practices were adapted and reinterpreted – and the results are celebrated all over. Earlier this week I asked some of my colleagues to share their favourite activities, customs and traditions. Yeah, your guess is as good as mine. My list was full with typical things that Kenyans knows how to do best; binge drinking, dundaing the night away as they have a whale of a time. The 35+ were a bit modest with their responses, they apprised me with, they love spending time with the families(very important my heart gladdens.)
Different parts of the world celebrates the resurrection of Jesus Christ in various ways. Easter eggs was one of them. It was said to have symbolized fertility by some Christian missionaries who hoped that; by aligning the days of celebration of their festivals, and by adopting some pagan traditions, Anglo-Saxon( a cultural group who inhabited Great Britain from the 5th century, and the direct ancestors of the majority of the modern British people) followers would become more inclined to convert to Christianity, Time reports. Weird huh!!?
I grew up in the village. Most of the holidays were spent in gishagi with my great-grandfather, grand mother and the extended elderly members of the family, cousins, siblings and my parents. Such occasions however meant; visiting relatives mostly from Tao, cooking for them, entertaining. Which meant; you must have performed well in your end of term exams, excelled in sports, cram that Bible memory verse, whatever it was, you needed to have finesse in something.
My highlight of the Good Friday and Easter childhood memories, was when my grandmother would gather all her grand kids like a hen gathers her chicks at her “mwihirito” firewood kitchen place, and she would narrate us the story of Jesus Christ teachings and what He sacrificed for us. So often, the story would end up with the “imageneti” stories (Emergency period 1982 coup) to how she met her handsome husband. How interesting!!! But being a kid I’d find myself in bed the following morning pondering how on “age is just but a number” did that happen as well as how the story ended. But my granny is such an amazing story teller. She always re-narrated it, like it was the first time! Oh how I love her! Not to mention I will be spending some quality time with her this Easter!!!!
I wonder how yours was….care to share?
Happy Easter from me, wherever you are!