The market square was chock-a-block with gaggles of natives, tourists, buyers and sellers. The notoriously fickle weather was now felicitous as thick cloud made the scorching sun rays mild and warm. Halima sat on a trunk, obliged, faut de mieux, to watch the dreaded shadi.
She just could not understand the benefit of the game. She recalled Baffa telling her about some Fulani tribes that when a man was about to get married, he would be severely whipped. If he cries, then he would be denied marriage but is he doesn't, then he meets the requisite factor for have a wife.
Baffa was seriously ill and the herbalist kept mixing medicines which proved impotent. She believed in herbal medicines but felt diagnosing the patient was imperative. Baffa needed a proper check and her gut-wrenching
