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The Attempted Killing<br />
of Faruk<br />
Richard Ali<br />
The water mixed with the shattered glass and<br />
started to spread around all alone. Like tears of<br />
regret. Like blood.<br />
Fancy a durbar being held on such a hot<br />
day, Faruk thought, as he parked his car<br />
in front of Maryam‘s house. A small child<br />
with a rotund stomach caked in brown<br />
Bolewa dust sat on a stool outside the<br />
main gate, contentedly chewing a stick of<br />
sugarcane thrice his length. The Bazza<br />
house was built in the traditional Bolewa<br />
fashion, like Hajia Hauwa‘s. It was a<br />
fortress, save for two doors—a main gate<br />
usually locked until each time Abdulkadir<br />
Bazza drove through, and a smaller door<br />
that led into a small waiting room that<br />
led into the zaure which was the general<br />
reception area. The main gate was open<br />
and he saw the single story building on<br />
the other side, where Abdulkadir Bazza<br />
lived together with Maryam, his latest<br />
wife, and their young children. The rooms<br />
of other relatives formed a square around<br />
the courtyard. Abdulkadir Bazza sat<br />
watching over his car being washed—he<br />
waved Faruk in.<br />
―Greetings while you rest,‖ Faruk<br />
greeted.<br />
The older man had a newspaper<br />
across his laps. ―Young prince, how are<br />
you today? Please sit down,‖ Abdulkadir<br />
Bazza said, making space on the wooden<br />
bench.<br />
―I am well, though the weather is<br />
punishing.‖<br />
―Yes, it gets that way sometimes.<br />
The heat will ease up soon though, watch<br />
and see.‖<br />
―It‘s all alhamdlillah.‖<br />
Maryam‘s father nodded. ―You have<br />
come to take my daughter to the<br />
durbar?‖<br />
Saraba | Issue 13 | Africa 102