Under the Sun

s. The household of Alhaji Basir was snared with enmity and malice. Alhaji Basir was one of the wealthiest and respected business magnates in

the wakilai(chiefs) looked up to him. Nafisa was known with her sincere attitude, simplicity, and humility. She was a typical African beauty and a hardworking woman. She won her husband's heart with the integrity and loyalty

operties. The other wives were unhappy because none of them had a male child. Moreover, on the naming cere

" meaning "The heir". There were excess of food to eat, sufficient drinks to drink, and

asked as she shivered and almost fell from her bed. "What do want from us? I have money, you can take all, please don't kill us", Alhaji Basir pleaded as he cuddled his wife. The masked man moved closer to them, sat on the bed and held Alhaji Basir’s hand. He said: "I want your son, give me your son." At that moment, Naf

t a gun and dragged Alhaji Basir. Nafisa hurriedly knelt before the masked man and pleaded to leave her husband alone. The masked

ide the community. Everyone was shocked about the news.

heard the news of his brother's death. The burial ceremony was done islamically, and almos

ty) to discuss the sudden and bizarre death of Alhaji Basir and his wife. They summoned the household

r took care of him together with his maid who left after Al-warith celebrated his second

mother, but had his father's eyes. Moreover, Al-warith, grew bigger and wa

hat was his best subject until the teacher instructed them to write an essay about their parents. Al-Warith knew nothing about his parents, all

ndered as he tried all means to avoid any conversation with his class m

d: "what is the problem the apple of my eyes?" Al-warith uttered no word as he groaned and turned his face to the other side. Hi

ot up from where he sat and rushed to the bathroom. He loc

sunshine. If you don't tell me your problem, how will I dry away your tears?" Mallam Balarabe said as he sat on the floor beside

just want to be alone, leave

he rain. If you don’t tell me your problem, who will you tell? Remember my son,

he heard his grandfather crying, he

stop crying, please”, Al-Warith said as he

ast share your worries wit

ed. Mallam Balarabe was so emotional. He wiped the tears from his grandson's cheek and deferred the story til