Chapter Six: The Coward's Visit

 The handsome visitor, leaning casually against his sleek car, looked at the cluster of girls gathered by the gate. “Opps,” he said, rubbing his head in mild embarrassment.

“We are here. Zainab said you were calling us, the Amatu from Baba Sale’s house declared, puffing out her chest and stepping forward confidently hoping she’s the one he is looking for

He looked at her, his lips twitching as he contained a laugh. “No. I’m not calling any of you.”

“But we are the only Amatullahs in this compound!” the Amatu. . .