As the Christmas approaches I’m very excited. I start to make plans. I can’t wait for the children to start coming home. ‘Which of my children finish early?’ I wonder. I excitedly call my ‘guys’ at the Airport. Putting them on notice that my treasures are coming home. I’m not scarce at the Airport, as the Yorubas would say. Changing dates and just hanging around Airline staff like they could bring my children quicker than planned. I smile to myself at the thought of how grown they must be and how my mother would be so excited to see...