The dark skies rumbled angrily, warning the earth of the impending storm it was about to unleash on it. It is May again, that time of the year when Aromire experienced torrential rainfalls and its vegetation flourish in the heavy downpours of the season.
Hajiya stood staring at the writing on the mud wall of the shed that doubly served as a barricade between her hut and her neighbors’ compound. On the wall was boldly written in charcoal the words, “I believe”. This was the last writing of her daughter written the day before she was abducted by Bororo pirates.