I turned to the oldest of the children who came to the bank and asked whether he was looking forward to Christmas. He replied Yes. My friend said that he didn’t have that old thrill any more. I said the same thing for myself. The man we met at the bank said that he still looked forward to the Christmas season, not because of the Christmas itself, but because it was a time for people to meet. It was a time for family members who have been away from home for a long time to go to their villages and stay for a while. In Germany, I learnt that Christmas day is a very family day. People go home to their families and have the family dinner together. (One of my friends told me that she normally drank a lot of wine to be able to go through the ordeal of staying with the family.) The man went ahead to say that his father was a Muslim but that he himself had converted to Christianity. He said, however, that he continued the tradition of going back home during the Eid el Kabir celebrations to kill a ram for his Muslim family members.
My friend pointed out that that was a very important part of the Yoruba religious system. In the Yoruba traditional religious system, in the same family, one could have each member of the family worshipping a different god, without any person proselytizing or persecuting another. That, my friend said, was a great indication of tolerance. It, my friend continued, informed why the man we met at the bank still gave presents to the members of his family who were still Muslims, during an Islamic ceremony.

