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Festival
Damsels dart into the field with plaited cornrows. The night falls into a frenzy with frantic beats of the drum.…
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Seasons Hope
Undoubtedly, Peace was the Grinch of Christmas. In fact, twice that day, her sister had called her exactly that. It…
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MEMORIES
I was born into TLT church so for as long as I can remember and can’t, I have been attending…
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A Grown Up Christmas
As the pupils of Neem’s memorial primary school carried out their morning march with unbridled joy and enthusiasm in childlike…
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FLOW STATE
As a child, Christmas was a time of magic and wonder. The cool, dry harmattan wind on my skin, the…
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