
Some journeys are heavier than some. The first time I left Maiduguri, tears rolled down my cheeks for hours in the bus, like I was leaving behind a child I’ll never see again. This time, I was leaving Bauchi, a state I had spent al…

Some journeys are heavier than some. The first time I left Maiduguri, tears rolled down my cheeks for hours in the bus, like I was leaving behind a child I’ll never see again. This time, I was leaving Bauchi, a state I had spent al…
