The custodians of history and the keepers of nostalgia
The surface of every story has to be peaceful. I know this now. When I introduce myself to the people I meet on the road, I have to redraw the borders of memory and [...]
Tag: Sokoto
I move my body like all the other bodies I watch
I see things I have never seen before. The formations of a laterite rock between Birnin-Kebbi and Tambuwal impress me until the scene passes. I forget the lost moment. When I find the man [...]