My master it turned out, was named Abdul. He was a thin, very fair and wiry man, who looked as if he had a severe case of indigestion , he gazed at me, as if he suffered from a perpetual hunger. His first words after we assembled at the village square was.

"you" he said, pointing at me

"Me? " i asked, confused on why I'm being singled out amid 30 other children, between the ages of 5 to 13. I was still wondering if he was referring to me, when, he raised his hand,

I didn't see any movement.

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suddenly, "there were bright lights in my eyes, which had remarkable resemblance to stars. I think, i then blackedout for a moment..

When i came to myself, since i was the youngest, i was given, due to my young age, bales of clothing looted from the village, the bales clothes were as high as a bale of hair. Only they weren't as light, as you would otherwise think. There was as you might imagine, no words of encouragement. The only motivation we got, as we began our journey to the fulani city was, whipping with the flat of there machetes.

I do not recall much about our journey, being so young then, saved me a lot from the trauma of which, people in that same situation were bound to face. However i do recall. In what seemed a sort of macabre hilarity, one of the fulani hunters getting bitten by a snake, very close to his nether regions. In that manner we got to the city of maidugri in the country of Bornu