My Harmattan Christmas
Christmas Eve It's almost midnight eve of Christmas and like all the few Christmas eves I have known, I battle insomnia. Uncontained excitement tugged furiously at my insides leaving me giddy with anticipation. From my bed I could hear Akin Euba's Black Bethlehem album undulating on the phonograph in the living room. I tossed and turned ceaselessly, I wasn't sure I wanted to sleep but I knew sleep was the only thing that could make time speed by. This Christmas was extra special, I was undecided why it was so.... maybe because Christmas fell on a Sunday or perhaps it was the gorgeous blue iridescent dress I will be having the ultimate priviledge of wearing tomorrow. I hadn't seen anything as magnificent as this dress in my entire childhood. The Christmas preparation had reached a crescendo and I was knocked up with expectations. Thankfully sleep was merciful at some point and it took me to the land of dreams filled with Christmases from faraway land. T