I grew up in my Uncles' house.
Not just me.
At a point, we numbered 16 foods on the dining table. We weren't always that much. My Uncle lives in his house in Lagos - Nigeria's premier "big city". That means most extended family members who have business or two in Lagos have a place... finish it yourself.
Those of us actually living in the house, including my Uncles' children, were quite a collection.
For me, the best parts of family time were those nights when there's no light (read no power). My elderly ones would argue over a lot of things, politics, sports, academics, Nigeria, movies, music etc. I only needed to get to my school the next day, regurgitate what I heard the other night and I'd look smart.
Looking smart 101, I learnt that quite early.
The brothers I loved the most, were those gave me attention. I remember one particular night, one of my brothers who was in university then, was literally narrating to me the entire season 1 of Prison Break. Telling me about the awesome Micheal Scofield and the rest of them.
For whatever reason I can't seem to forget that night, there was no light, as usual.