“Hadiza be fast”, Amina yelled at her four year old daughter as she hurriedly packed up the few things she could call her belongings. She never envisaged this scenario.
Her parents died when she was 8, and uncle Ibrahim took responsibility of her. Ismail had come to her uncle asking her to follow him to the city, he promised to give her a job. He fulfilled his promise, he employed her as a sex worker.
She had dreams of becoming a doctor, dreams that never came through. Instead she was now a mother, a recent murderer and soon a fugitive.

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