About last Easter celebration

Greetings everyone!

For the past three years, Easter has been the only major season during which I've traveled home. I don't know why it kept happening like that, because even during the Christmas season, I get choked up and find it hard to travel home to celebrate with family. Most of the time, I dodge due to the high rate of traveling and expenses. But for Easter? The need to travel home comes so unavoidably, and before I know it, I find myself at home either a day before Easter or on Easter Sunday itself. This is why I've recently added it to my list of most celebrated holidays.

This recently celebrated Easter happened as usual. I traveled home for my paternal Grandma's burial ceremony; she was 98 years old before her death. That's a big age to celebrate, so the burial ceremony was a total celebration.

I didn't travel home during last Christmas, so my homecoming was likened to that of a presidential visit. It was so nice seeing my parents and siblings again. Guess what? All the cousins, nieces, nephews, aunts, and uncles I hadn't seen for a very long while were all present.

The event was held on Friday, and we had our bodies soaked in tiredness due to how hard we worked all through. My siblings, cousins, and I were at the event ground setting the stage, sectioning canopies for the different groups of people attending the event. Even during the main hit of the event, we never rested; we were practically moving from one spot to another, ensuring that guests were well entertained.

Also, one of the things I enjoyed so much was the food. Oh boy, I ate a lot of fufu with egusi soup, which was prepared with beef. As for drinks, I'm not much of a fan of alcohol, so I stuck with soft drinks. Lol

On Easter day, church was the first thing, and it was a whole lot of fun attending my very own home church after not being there for years. When I was around in the home church, I used to be a very serious church boy, and that earned me massive love from a lot of people in the church.

Attending the church, it was all greetings from start to finish, and I really got tired of greeting almost everyone. After church, we got home and found newly prepared rice with the beef that was left over from the burial. I went straight to the kitchen to serve myself. In fact, I served myself, sat in the kitchen, made sure my stomach was filled before coming out. It's really good to have access to the kitchen as a guy.

The day was just food, food, food, and food. I didn't eat much of rice though; I was all focused on the meat. It was so rampant to the extent that my sisters, who were in charge of the kitchen and food, got angry and reported me to mom, but guess what? My mom told them to let me because I hadn't been home for a very long while. Lol

Oh! lest I forget. The next day, my cousin and I strolled down the rivers at the end of our street, and it was relaxing seeing those rivers again.

Thanks for reading.

_{This is my entry to the Hiveghana prompt of the week}

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