UCHENNA POV

“Ya matarka take ?”

Muryar mahaifiyar sa ta tambaya daga cikin wayarsa, ya yi murmushi yana shafa sumar kansa me karfi irin ta sauran Africans.

Yana zaunene a balcony ɗin ƙofar entrance ɗin gidansa.

Matarsa?, abunma ya bashi dariya, matar da babu wani abu na kusanci irin na mata da miji da ya shiga tsakaninsa da ita, ba wata hira suke ta arziki ba, maganarsu biyuce a rana, daga gaisuwa sai sannu da zuwa, sai kuma yanzu da ta fara girki idan ta gama zabtace masa yazo ya ɗauki nasa, bai san me yasa take haka ba, amma ya. . .