Detty December Wasn’t Just Fun For Me, It Was Healing

I Didnt Realise How Much My Body and Mind Needed Joy Until December Happened.

For few years, Detty December and I were not on speaking terms.

While everyone was outside, living their best lives, I was inside. Very inside. Watching other people’s fun through my phone screen like it was a documentary. You know the type where you zoom into pictures, replay videos, pretending you’re not slightly jealous. 

So I was heavily looking forward to December in 2025. I wanted a December that didn’t feel depressing. I wanted to be outside too or probably inside with my family at least.

Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to December. I landed at the airport expecting the usual, driver to come pick me up, nothing too dramatic. But tell me why almost my entire family showed up instead? And not just casually, in a Cyber truck and Tesla. Full convoy energy. I was happy, confused and shocked, all at once. 

Just when I thought that was the peak of love, they still went ahead to throw me a surprise welcome party. That was when it really hit me. I didn’t know how much I had missed being loved intentionally. I didn’t feel like I was trying to catch up on lost time, rather felt like time itself paused and waited for me to return. That alone did something to my heart that I’m still processing.

So yeah, I went out. Like… actually went out. Different restaurants, different outings, different vibes. I stayed out late at night like someone that didn’t have responsibilities. Well I don’t. And the good part? I enjoyed myself without guilt. No rushing back, No overthinking, No mental checklist, Just simply living.

I went to Davido’s concert, guess who got a VVIP ticket at the last minute? Don’t ask me how I pulled that. I was at the table feeling myself, surrounded by thousands of people singing the same songs. There’s something healing about that kind of shared joy, where for a few hours, nothing else matters except the moment you’re in. I also did cinema date, yeah, with my man of course. We watched Behind the Scene and Oversabi Aunty, laughed, shared popcorn, and just enjoyed being present together.

And then… the December food.

Because honestly, food played a very serious role in my healing. I had already made a mental list of all the foods I missed. To mention a few, Ewa agoyin, Bole, Suya, hot bread and Ankara, real pounded yam not the motivational version called Poundo o, the real one that stretches, I made sure I ate everything on that list. Don’t judge me, I know I love food, wondering why my  weightloss journey has been mission impossible? Blame Food. But We all agreed not to count calories during December Right? 

To make matters worst? I didn’t have to think of what to eat or cook at all. I didn’t have to stand in the kitchen staring at ingredients like they offended me.There was a chef. Ah ah. My only responsibility was to hear, “Food is ready.” I simply showed up like the madam that I am and eat. 

There’s also something very humbling and memorable; going from living alone in a tiny room, where everything you own is within arm’s reach to suddenly staying in a mansion again. One moment, you’re managing space, silence, and independence.The next moment, you’re surrounded by people, laughter, joy and full space.

This December version of me reminded me that I actually do miss luxury living. I miss comfort, I miss ease. And that realisation came without guilt because both versions of me mattered honestly. I’ve grown a lot in my tiny room as well, the independence and having to figure out life. It reminds me of what it takes to be an adult and I’m proud of it. 

But out of everything the concerts, the outings, the food, the shopping, the late nights, nothing compared to Christmas with family. That was the real gift.

What Detty December taught me is simple: The gift of having a real family to spend time with is the best healing gift ever.

If you couldn’t celebrate Detty December before,  it’s okay.If your own version looked different,  it’s okay.If joy found you late, it still counts.

Sometimes healing doesn’t come in therapy sessions or big breakthroughs.Sometimes it comes in food, music, family and sometimes, all you need is one good December to remind you that life can still be sweet. It’s not too early to book that flight for 2026 Detty December😉.

If this resonated, take what you need from it.

Thank you for reading.

Catch you on the next one lovelies.