First of all: I’ve enjoyed writing this piece because, aside the beautiful challenge of merging spirituality with humor and lucid writing, I have had to research a lot. There are several misconceptions about Christmas and the birth of Jesus. There are many other things we take for granted, but the opinionated donkey that transported Mary to Bethlehem educates us today.
The core message of this piece is the significance of the birth of Jesus, everything else is peripheral so do forgive any theological inconsistencies and whatnots, I berg.
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I can talk to animals! No jokes. I discovered this rare gift last Thursday when I was returning home from work. There was a dog snail-crossing the road my troskie was speeding on. I was sitting in the front passenger seat and the driver looked like he’d had enough with these more-daring-than-men creatures. He was intent on running the dog over. In dreadful horror I closed my eyes, tightened my stomach, twitched my toes and bit my lips. It dawned on me that the dog must have been born on a Tuesday, so in my mind I screamed “Kwabena, son of a bitch. Quicken your steps lest your lazy walk ends you up in animalistic hell.” There and then noorr the dog leaped and barely escaped the tires of the thundering rusty tin of a bus.

