I know it’s been a while since I posted, but 2020 has been a very interesting year filled with a lot of sorrow and sadness layered in between some blessings. Yet even though it’s been a few days since my family and friends celebrated Thanksgiving. I feel it is appropriate that I write a post giving thanks.
In Nigeria, we just finished harvest and gave thanks in Church just before Advent begins. So it is indeed a season to be thankful to God.
- I am thankful for Life: I have learned this year not to take life for granted. Especially after my fainting spell in February and the Pandemic that brought the world to a standstill. A Break In-Transmission
- I am thankful for Family: Even though most of my immediate family is far away, I am grateful to have my sister and extended family around me. A few weeks ago, there was a mini-reunion, and it was good to see my kindred after such a long time.
- I am thankful for my Friends: God has blessed me that I have friends scattered across the globe. Having friends from different backgrounds and nationalities has enriched my life significantly.
- I am thankful for Sabi Writers: My home away from home, a place where I find fulfilment as a writer. I have grown so much this year, despite the challenges that were going on around me and within. August made it a year since I started work. Then I was so surprised when in September I got promoted. It’s a challenging role, but I am embracing it.
- I am thankful for those who subscribe and read my content: You all have been amazing, helping me to gain the confidence to share my stories with you.
As I reflect on this time of the year, I can’t believe it’s been seven years since I finished from NYSC camp. It was also around this time four years ago that I finally got the US student visa and started preparing to move to Arizona.
So while I did not eat any turkey, pumpkin or sweet potato pie this year, I treasure the memories of the thanksgivings I spent in the past in the United States.
As I write, I remember when I first got to campus as an I8-year-old. I got many strange questions from my American classmates. One of those questions was whether we celebrated Thanksgiving in Africa. I think I laughed before I explained the history behind thanksgiving.
What I have learned this year, is to cherish my loved ones. It does not matter whether I am in Lagos, or Arizona, I choose to be thankful.
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