By Latifah Bagidi
It was at the time when the hellish sun in the Seat of Caliphate had fully gone to bed. I decided to retire to my hostel following a stressful day of academic activities.
As dark as it was around 10:00 pm, I was confidently walking through the route that links to Shama village from MH2 Lecture Hall. There and then, I felt like a cluster of shadows were following me.
When I turned back, I realized that it was a group of children—around 10 to 12 years of age—walking towards me.
They were about ten in number. I was not daunted. Perhaps, what would children of that age do to a big girl like me, I asked myself?
However, as I continued to walk, I
suddenly felt a hand at my back. I turned and saw the children running and one among them shouted ‘I touched her.’ I couldn’t say anything because expressing myself in the Hausa language was harder than the situation I found myself in. I tried to warn them in English and they all bursted into laughter.
Anyways. I took them as children who probably did not know the implications of what they were doing. I let it go and walk away.
Meanwhile, after some minutes, I realized that the children were still following me. Not only that: they attempted to touch me again.