Maimuna’s Memoir: Unexpected Decision

Altine was not so keen on the idea. “Maimuna, please let’s be on our way what if it’s some sort of riot by miscreants burning things?” She queried in an alarmed voice. But you know me, I would not let it be. “I don’t think its a riot otherwise cars would have been turning back and people running around.

Let me just check, we won’t take long,” I assured her and drove on, taking the next turn and over the flyover bridge to arrive at where it was all happening.

There were some commercial bike men popularly known as ‘Okada’ by the road side looking for customers and I decided to ask them in Hausa what had been going on.