Your mysteries are forever locked within you, Enveloped in your green cocoon, I can’t help but wonder the hands that dug you, How carefully they worked, crafted and steered you. Were they slaves or free born? Did they use their bare hands, metal or wooden tools? Did they sing or silently trudge through…
A Fulani herdsman who roamed the desert lands of Northern Nigeria in search for pastures, descended into one of the dry valleys drained by the gentle flowing prongs of Koma Dugu Gana River in the northern part of Yobe State. It must have been a dry season. The location lies on the outskirts of…