16/12/2024
The air didn't just crackle; it hummed—a tangible vibration that tickled my skin and settled deep in my bones. Even the dust devils, those mischievous little whirlwinds that pirouetted across the parched earth of Gweri, my village in Soroti, Uganda, seemed caught up in the festive frenzy, swirling like ecstatic dancers. Christmas wasn't simply approaching; it was descending, a grand arrival promising to transform our humble village into a realm of pure enchantment....
The air didn’t just crackle; it hummed—a tangible vibration that tickled my skin and settled deep in my bones. Even the dust devils, those mischievous little whirlwinds that pirouetted across…