All Chickens Has Four Legs by Folarin Olaniyi.

It is three days to Christmas and the Chicken meat was gradually vamoosing from Mummy’s cooking pot, leaving legs and gizzard.
When Mummy told me, during Dinner, that I will have to go for the cheap cow meat left in the pot, I shouted in protest.
‘Why?! I want Chicken! It has four legs!’
Twenty minutes ago. Biola and Folake munched the fat Chicken legs on their plates of rice. I salivated and concocted an image: I would sit with my Chicken leg and deal with those tender flesh hidden between the bones.
Biola laughed and laughed and said : The Chicken has two legs, Egbon!
I was so desperate to taste Chicken meat again, three days after Christmas that I thought the fat Chicken Mummy killed in celebration of the birth of Jesus Christ had four legs.
‘ All Chickens has four legs!’ I declared, to further display my stupidity and egocentricity.
I was compensated by Mummy with a fat Chicken lap during New Year celebration.
See, brothers and sisters, I still dey chop Chicken meat, in my dreams, even with the shock of fuel subsidy.
Welcome to a blessed year 2012, and back to reality.
Personally, I believe celebrations like Christmas and New Years’ drive us to an imaginary paradise. We come back to reality when we realize how much money we have spent. How much sex we have had! How much drinks we’ve drank!
Like me, I came back to reality early enough. Three days after Christmas. I now know, quite clearly and humbly, that Chickens has two legs.