Living on the fringe…Sad, sorry world of Sokoto’s Almajirai

Sometime around noon in April 2021, Salisu retreated under the shade of a mango tree to escape the scorching rays of the Sokoto sun. From a distance, he looked tired, worn. Closer, he looked starved, and his eyes nestled in their sockets, emitting a glow like dying embers.
Salisu does not know his age but his prepubescent frame detailed it between six and seven years old. The native of Zabarmawa has vague memory of home but he remembers how his parents dumped him in an Almajiri school. He is only opportune to go home during the Sallah festival….

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