ZUMA DA MADACI BOOK 1

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As I walked swiftly, my feet almost seemed to skim the ground, worn slippers beating against the earth. However, the persistent poverty that shackled me prevented me from acquiring new ones. An inexplicable whisper in my ear caused a shiver to run down my spine. Memories of the events at home clouded my mind, leaving me unable to look ahead; all I desired was to see the comforting sight of our humble abode. Hajiya Zaituna's troubling thoughts weighed heavily on me, as I knew that I would surely face repercussions for the tasks I had undertaken for her within her household. With this burden, I arrived home. Observing our house, I murmured silently, "God, the protector of orphans, we are in your care, whether in this world or the next." The deteriorating bricks and crumbling walls caught my eye, a testament to the passing of time. The door, too, showed signs of wear and tear, revealing the strain of daily use, yet Ankasa had managed to repair it until today. Shaking my head, I entered the courtyard, finding everything in a spotless condition, as if no one inhabited the place. Hastening into my room, I breathed a sigh of relief as Zaid was nowhere to be found.