My Experience in North Nigeria!! Episode 2
EPISODE 2: MORNING FEAR, A RUNAWAY DRIVER, AND ZARIA BY STRUGGLE
We had no choice but to sleep on the road. The night was long and restless, filled with strange sounds and cold air. When morning finally came, the sun rose hot and fast. I woke up sweating, my head pounding. The trailer was quiet too quiet.
When I looked around, nobody was inside.
My heart dropped.
In that moment, my mind went wild. Have we been kidnapped? Did armed men take them? Am I alone with my granny? Fear soaked my clothes faster than sweat. I rushed to the door, my hands shaking, and opened it.
Outside, everyone was there standing, stretching, talking. Life was normal again. My heart slowly returned to its place.
But peace didn’t last.
We spent the whole day there, stranded, hoping the driver would fix the trailer. Evening came again. That was when we discovered the truth: the driver, Audu, had disappeared with our money. Cash meant for transport, food, and the rest of the journey gone.
Anger, confusion, and helplessness mixed together. We were already close to Zaria, so we managed to squeeze into a small bus heading to Zaria market. From there, we had to sleep another night, guarding our loads like soldiers on duty.
At daybreak, dusty and tired, we continued the journey. My granny, being who she was, still focused on her mission delivering gifts to her grandchildren. Yam flour, clothes, food items, even kerosene. She believed travel without gifts was an
insult to family.