A few years ago, my family and I decided to go on a road trip across Nigeria. We packed our bags, filled the car with snacks, and began our journey early in the morning. The first stop was a small village where my grandmother grew up. We spent the night there, and my father told us stories of his childhood. One evening, as we were sitting outside, we heard loud laughter coming from the village square. It turned out that the villagers were celebrating a local festival. My siblings and I joined the celebration and danced along with the people there. It was such an amazing experience that I will always remember.
