Treating a new year as your journey’s end is a mistake. One we all make, one I used to make.
Day 28: Lara
In June, I had just finished a four-day training programme in Monrovia, when I realized there was a catch in my throat; I had fallen ill. Haaaay God, I was coming down…
Dusk: Omolara
‘Happy New Year!’ Everyone yelled. I sat in church and wondered, why are these people happy? What is new about the year? It was as though I knew that 2016 would be…