With his back leaning against the wall of his house, not looking at me, he said: ” I too have been in Exode. I have. My son left us in the year 1999. He went to Nigeria. It was good at first. For two years he sent us money every month.”
He paused and his thoughts traveled into the past.
” We took care of his wife and his four children. He did not come home. The money stopped and there was no sign of him. We waited another year. Then I went to look for him. There was nobody else who would go for me. My wife said, you must look for your son. And I rose “.
For six months I walked, people often took me with their car. But most of the time I walked. I am close to 60 years old. Allah, forgive me, I nearly lost faith. I came to Lagos.
When I came to Lagos, I was so tired I sat down and wept.
I could not find my son.