The Art of Moving Part 1 – Leaves of Snow


It was a windy harmattan* evening in Ibadan, Nigeria’s oldest city in the south-western region of the country. The leaves of virtually all trees in our compound had dried up and littered our back yard. They were bright goldish-brown in colour and crackled when one stepped on them. As the few remaining leaves that clung to the mighty baobabs and Irokos fell down in resignation, I ran to window singing… snow, snow! My Dad laughed. Of course snow never fell

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