![]() ![]() ![]() I want to say something but my mouth won't open. ![]() Suddenly I want to tell him my stories of Bayan Layi that I have not told anyone, so he can tell me his own stories of how he got his scars and where he comes from. I see the horizontal scar that runs from the side of his mouth right across the right half of his upper lip and I think of Gobedanisa and the scar that Banda gave him. He doesn't stop frowning and bunching his lips. He shakes my hand but lets go almost immediately. He is still frowning and looking around the room. He opens the door and drops his bags by his feet. I am thinking as I move things around whether to call him Jibril or Gabriel. ![]() I unroll the mattress Abdulkareem and Bilal shared when they were here, lay it on the right side of the room and cover it with the only other bedsheet. The photo of Sheikh Inyass is identical to the one Umma had in her room in Dogon Icce. I move my little radio, my bag which Sheikh gave to me and the photo of Sheikh Inyass I found one day on the ground at the motor park. I drop the broom and head to the room behind the mosque. Pull out a mattress from the store for him.' Malam Abdul-Nur glowers at the boy and reaches to Malam Abdul- Nur emerges first from the office followed by the boy and then Sheikh. They are in the office for about an hour. ![]()
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