From the twin palm trees that bowed in welcome, to the kids in their underwear waving at passing cars as they trotted about. The busy markets where everyone knew each other and conversed in ridiculously high tones, the large rice fields along the road. The hibiscus and bougainvillea that graced the compounds’ entrances, with people trooping in and out in mourning or celebration. The little children at home, waiting in excitement for the gifts we bore from the city. It was yet another Christmas away from the busy city life and filled with the African magic of my beautiful village.