Chapter 25

One could even taste the festivities in the air, the fumes were too strong, tempting our nostrils even and the intriguing tunes, goading our ears. My father had already left for Lagos, seeing as our work here was done but I had decided to stay a little longer which meant giving into Bankole's idea of joining the natives and trying to at least for a day, imitate their lifestyles.

Though why I stayed behind had nothing to do with anybody else except Erik Ibrahim. I refused to be pessimistic or allow the angst to devour me, it will all go well, I earnestly hoped.

It happened that the activities were to be held deep inside the walls of Sokoto, in a town called Dange-Shuni. I was also informed that it was a double festival, one for the Shan Gumba'- pab Drinking festival and the other, Halbi festival, an annual hunting expedition.