African Christmas Holiday

long the way, we passed bustling markets filled with vibrant colors: red peppers piled high, golden mangoes glistening in the sun, and wo

with palm trees and children waving as we drove by. By the time we arrived, it was late afternoon, and the ent

s wafting through the air. Granny was already outside, tending to the fire. She handed me a bowl

bottom. We washed clothes, splashing each other and laughing until our sides hurt. Later, we helped Granny po

red a tale about the tortoise and the hare, her voice rising and falling in rhythm