A Christmas Poem for Family and Friends By Nichole Huck Twas the night before Christmas And all throughout Ghana… Not a creature was stirring except for the goats, sheep, roosters, donkeys, Iman who announces on the mosque’s loudspeaker outside our bedroom window and the horn blasting taxi drivers. Nichole and Shawn were curled up under their mosquitoe net covered bed. With hopes that malaria would not strike them dead. It has been only three months since they left the city that rhymes with fun. In that time - the Saskies took power and the roughriders won! Nichole spends her days at Radio Justice FM - Where the first week she was told women are inferior to men. A “human rights media trainer” - is what she was told. But she’s much more of a student -
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