Nemyinspired

I grew up in the inner part of Zaria which was predominantly occupied by the Hausas, in a place called Chikaji. The unique thing about my childhood is that I spent much of my time in my dad’s chemist shop. We lived a very triangular life, from home straight to school then back home. We dare not spend extra time in school or else my Dad go change am for you as Nigerians would say. He trained us in the Idanbosky style, he wasn’t a preacher of indiscipline.  As a result of my upbringing, I didn’t have much friends my age and the environment where we were we couldn’t make friends there because of the social and cultural gap that abound between us and the people in that environment. The above story is a background to the subject on ground which is ‘Hashimu’ He was our nearest neighbor. Physically, he isn’t tall, has what our Naija people call a big man’s body that the type of people who are always plump whether they are healthy, sick, poor or rich, on his face is a tribal mark drawn from t