Even though I was betrothed at the age of eight to Alhaji Imoro, it was only after I turned sixteen that I was taken to his home as his third wife. My older twin sisters, Ashana and Fushana were married off at fifteen, but growing up I had been a very skinny child, rather unusual for a Kombongo girl, who were usually well built.
On a dust-tainted morning filled with the clamour for Hajia Kande's wakye, between the old and new towns on whose untarred streets straddled Zongo, where a green moon-and-star minaret leaned into the blue sky and the bell to a white cathedral hung with a silent peal, in a corner among the walls washed bare by rain and fingered with shito-stained hands, a long bench sat knocked into the ground with roots of sticks, nails, and the buttocks of Swade and his three friends.
Christmas is so full of wonder, meaning and tradition. But, where did all these things that we now call "Christmas" come from? Let's briefly sketch the origin and development of what we now celebrate as Christ's birth.
When 11-year-old Carl returned to his primary school in south-east London this week almost everything had changed. He spoke to the BBC after lessons every day to paint a picture of a school in lockdown.