What’s wrong with dreaming?
As a little girl living in Nigeria, West Africa, I remember walking around our lush garden admiring the bright tropical flowers like the hibiscus flowers with their red petals, yellow and orange marigold flowers or the oversized green leaves of the elephant plant gently moving in the breeze. During the rainy season the garden seemed so vibrant and alive not only with color, but with little creatures like the lime green grasshoppers or the red velvety caterpillars. Then there were…