My Views

It was a sunny day, hot of course, I was bored, tired and wanted something adventurous. Then I got a surprising invitation from my father, to join him visit his mother, my grandmother. I accepted, because I love it! I always wanted to see my grandmother, she was kind, caring and all. She loved me so much. When she passed away, a part of me was gone, a part where I feel loved, protected, pampered and elevated. I missed her so much that I cried and cried, i still vist her grave when i visit the village. It was around 12:00 noon when we headed to my father's "Kauye" (Kauye-a word meaning "Village" in Hausa Language ), it is about 85 km to the south the city of Kano : a city in   Northern Nigeria . A village with abundant mountains or rocks (I cant seem to differentiate). There are two routes to my village (my father's village) as far my father's driving is concerned, we usually go for the one with the shorter distance, where we pass through Karfi, then of