Ifeanyi stared at the gigantic Christmas tree from his position by the window, the turtleneck cashmere sweater he wore did nothing to stop the cold harmattan air from seeping into his body. The house was warm and filled with the aroma of the food being prepared in the kitchen by his mum and Lateefa, the atmosphere was lovely, filled with the joy of the festivities but he felt detached from all of it, preferring to stay by the window with the cold air.
He watched the Christmas tree with the ornaments arranged and the fairy lights wrapped around it, lighting it up with colourful lights. He remembered how he and Nnamdi had decorated the tree last night and how he had climbed a ladder to place the star at the top of the tree. This had always been his favourite part of Christmas growing up, i
