The impact of the long trek Huzaifa had just had was beginning
to show in her carriage. Her refusal to buckle was entirely due to sheer will...and
the fact that her babies would suffer in her fall. She had been carrying Aisha
on her back and Musa on her neck. It was hard work but at least she got these
two out. The whereabouts of Jamilu, Hassan and Hussaina was something she
didn't want to dwell on. All she could focus on was ensuring she got as far
away from Mubi as
possible. Her bare feet were chaffed and had blisters running from her toe
nails to her heels but she couldn't let the pain sink into her thoughts. The
weight of Musa on her neck had given her a hard knot around her shoulder and if
she so much as moved her current position, she was sure that the muscle would
snap. When she finally got to the Hayin Gada Bridge, all she could think of was
crossing the bridge. ‘She would be safe in Yola’, she thought to herself. She just needed to hold on until
she got to Yola.
