DIARY OF A PATRIOT
"Oh, my sweet lady, do find it in your heart to forgive me, please. I didn't mean to be so presumptous."
She smiled sadly as she brushed my palm with her hand, which she had gently removed from my clasp. "Don't judge by appearances, my dear," she muttered.
After which she had gone on to clear the awkward silence that had threatened to shatter our fragile friendship that day. I admired her strength the more, and she won a place in my heart.
Aisha took it upon herself to teach me the Hausa language so that we could reach out to the locals with our campaign of eliminating some harmful practices and attitudes that would take us nowhere. Every evening after work, we sat together to discuss how we
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