While I was in Nigeria, I stopped by my native village in Nawfia for a couple of days. There is something about the fresh smell of morning dew, the smell of charcoal and hearing the cock crow in the morning that just makes me happy to be alive whenever I visit. In as much as the red sand will turn everything you own red or brown…it is a place I would always love. During one of my only down days in Nigeria, I decided to take a walk with my dad and capture Nawfia as I saw it and below are the images I took. Enjoy!