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Dear Auntie Ngozi,
Remember that Christmas when Uncle Biodun insisted on decorating the live chicken we’d bought for the feast? He tied a tiny Santa hat on its head and glitter-glued its feathers. It strutted around the compound like a feathered celebrity! Then, just as Grandma was about to bless the meal, that chicken, with its bedazzled plumage, let out the loudest, most triumphant squawk, then bolted, scattering plates and sending everyone diving for cover! We ate rice and stew that day, but the legend of the "Christmas Chicken" lives on. Oh, the chaos