It was on Tuesday morning when we received a phone call, it was my aunt she wanted us to go and celebrate the Christmas holiday with her family. My mother said that we could go the next day. I was as happy as Christopher Columbus after discovering the sea route to America!
The next day we woke up very early at 5 O’clock in the morning. We went to the bus stop and waited for the bus to arrive. We stayed for about thirty minutes. The bus came and we got in.
The journey took three hours. We reached at 7 O’clock and found our aunt waiting anxiously to see us. She gave us some tea and bread and talked as we drank. After I had finished she sent me to go and call my grandmother because her house was near hers. When I went I knocked and knocked and nobody was answering. I turned backwards so that I could go and tell my aunt that Grandmother was not there. I saw three angry dogs, one in front and two at the sides. They were all barking at me. One of them was just about to bite me when I heard my Grandmother’s voice telling them to go inside their kennel. I asked my grandmother where she had been and she said to the shamba to cut arrowroots and sweet potato, but when she heard the dogs barking she stopped to see what was wrong.
The next day I asked her why the dogs were barking at me, and yet when they were puppies they liked me a lot. She said that maybe they can’t remember me. That was a narrow escape because the dogs were about to bite me. I thanked my Grandmother very much. That day we celebrated Christmas, but in my heart I celebrated two things:- Christmas and me being alive!
