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Muhammad asked. “I guess there is a lot I need to learn outside the field of Medicine,” Maryam replied and they both laughed. As Muhammad swam, they both chatted towards dawn. About the Author Musa Hashim is an Author, Philosopher and Pedagogue. He is a citizen of Nigeria. Musa is a graduate of Biological Sciences and he is based in Kano. His writing genres are Mysteries and Thrillers. Musa was among the participants of the L. Ron Hubbard’s Writers of the Future Online Workshop 2020 mentored by Orson Scott Card, David Farland and Tim Powers. He was also shortlisted for the Yasmin EL Rufai Foundation (YELF) Writing Workshop 2019 mentored by Pwangulongii Daoud, and Kaduna Books and Arts Festi

You'd expect me to write more about my culture, my people. I recently told a friend to read my work on Wattpad and he said he'd try. Eventually he called me and said he finished my Book Insomnia and my edited version of After dark. He told me he enjoyed it but he expected something more about Nigeria and Our lifestyles. There was something he said that hit home. He said and I quote: I don't really blame you sha. You're just whitewashed. Sometimes I wish Nigerians would embrace their heritage and stop acting like oyibo.

Damian looked up. "It isn't." Simple. Certain. Terrifying. Adaeze sat heavily beside Aunty Ngozi's bed. The color had drained from her face. "They know." Nobody argued. Because they did. Somehow. Somewhere. Something had leaked. Or someone had spoken. Or perhaps Chief Bako had always been closer than they imagined. The rain struck the hospital windows harder. The city outside had disappeared beneath darkness and water. Lagos looked like a place trying to hide itself.

They - Lash and Zulqa - entered the venue which was decorated in the traditional Fulani theme with Halima, Hassana, Hussaina and Qifdiyya tailing behind them all holding calabashes filled with fresh whole milk which Fulani call kindirmo and another traditional food made with millet called fura. Lash sat beside Zulqa and the event started. Towards the end, Lash fed Zulqa the Kindirmo and fura and he did the same too. The fifth event was the kauyawa day which they decided to call Hausawa day. It was conducted in favor of Lash because even though she's not entirely sure, she believes she's Hausa by tribe.

I told my mother's house help. Nusaiba is a 22-year-old girl from Zamfara whom my mother took in as her house help after the demise of her father due to a serious illness. My mother loved her so much and took her in like her own daughter. Since my mother loved her so much for her hard work and truthfulness, I sponsored her education from primary school until her university. She's currently a second-year student at the University of Lagos, studying Political Science and International Relations. My mother's love for Northern women is something else; ranging from their dressing to their simple ways of life and beauty. Maybe it's because she was raised in the North by Northern Nigerian parents.

As a corpers posted to the far north, far away from my Ekiti state, it was not easy at all. I could not speak Hausa, the few words I learned in the camp, I use to buy things in the market. Words like: Ina kwana- Good morning. Na wan? - How much? It was quite difficult living in a new environment. The people though friendly find it difficult to communicate with me. They will say: Ba a Hausa meaning Cannot speak Hausa. Sometimes they will ask you: Akwai Hausa? meaning Can you speak Hausa? I will always reply Ba bu meaning No or Kadan Kadan meaning A little.

Specific people in specific places experiencing specific harm that had a name she had not yet found but that she was going to spend the rest of her life building the precise language for. She never met those people. She never knew their names. But she understood they were real and that their reality required her response. That understanding produced the argument. The argument survived forty-eight years and found them. Adaeze Nwofor. Hauwa Musa. Fatima Ouedraogo’s grandmother. Kouassi Adjoua. Eight hundred and forty-seven people in Burkina Faso. Two thousand, two hundred and fourteen people across three countries. All of them what she built it for. All of them real before she knew they were r

This chapter is in third person p.o.v EIGHT MONTHS LATER Wunmi works as a secretary in one of the biggest clothing business line in Abuja after her graduation. She graduated with First Class Honours from the university of Lagos, during the convocation ceremony was when she was offered so many jobs and gifts. She chose the one at Abuja because it was a business she had an experience in.

hushed out " Good day ma, welcome" Kaima great "hmm... thank you" glare at her joined Alisha. in the living room Fatima walks, her eyes so dime and scary, burning with anger" Alisha! Alisha!!, where is this girl" she yell furiously, Alisha rush in trembling in fear " what, where you doing there?" she roars in Hausa language " Mommy, we were just chatting" she whispered in Hausa language, Fatima eye mounted fear in her, she taught she would hit her

The business with Aisha was to please Nana, something I believed he regretted till the day he was killed. I went to my room and broke my Asusu (piggy bank in the Hausa language); I had about fifty banks. I broke one for Nana and what I had was more than what they needed, but I gave it to them anyway with extra just in case they would need something when Mai'Aljanu arrived. I had to give them the extra because I doubted I would have the chance to help them discreetly again. Nana, Kawu, Aisha and Mai'Karfi were grateful. I saw hope in Aisha's eyes.