He was struggling to pour it, but the speed of his own speed seemed to be like he was running because he didn't see much of his big coat, it was filled with the wind and it was increasing,

In the morning before he went out, he felt his heart beating because he thought that today was the lucky day since they were going to the house of the richest man in the state of Saigahi, as well as other states, the most dangerous disaster had befallen him. Dan Gwara knew that he had to pour it on the ground and pour it on what his impatience had brought him the other day,

He was walking along the street of his house, a bad sweat broke out in him, he gathered his strength and courage and continued walking. He looked at the group of criminals who were filling the door of his house, they were scattered, breathing in the air of the burning tree at the door of the house, about ten or fifteen of them, each with the color of the evil weapon that was piercing his stomach or some other part of his body. All fate had brought them into their homes, they would do nothing but harm to his life. And no one was able to save him. because the agency is also working with its power because their lion is the trusted boy of DIKKO DILLA.

Some of them have their faces full of drawings of Sara or Suka and their bodies are almost the same. There is no one whose face does not have a small blood clot because Sam does not show any signs of playing with their faces because of the smell of gunpowder and weed that rises from the beginning of the neighborhood line that is why most of the people who are native to the town know that the neighborhood is not a place of crime, the neighborhood of the king is ZAKI NEYO, Sam is not afraid of it.

He ran quickly and quickly and quickly entered the house. His old big coat, which had changed from milky white to brown, was picking up the wind again because he was picking up as fast as he could, especially now that he saw the battalion of other people at the door of his house like the door of a refugee.

He entered the courtyard of the house, completely confused, and grabbed a small knife and threw it into the market where Iya Talatu was selling women's clothes, even though she was pouring half of the market into it, because he was trying to sell her.

She was sitting there, counting the jar of tsimin data that Saida had poured half of it into, because he was trying to sell it.

She looked at him with a sad look as he stood up and brushed off her loss by leaving her with a piece of land in anger and said "

What are you doing, you are shaking like a scorpion?,
Now this town is planning to lose money, you don't know how much you will be punished. I know that you have been doing your business for years, you will not collect money to pay me. Let me speak. The experienced king of the house said that he does not like noise or that he has captured animals, so he told him that I see that they are useless.

Well, I am not planning to lose anything. So I went out and closed my eyes.

He took out his shoes from his big coat, which were soaked with sweat,
the sweat was getting worse. He looked at his small eyes that looked more like a Chinese child with ivory and said "

You are destined to borrow the shoes YOU WANT, the ones you saw Dahiru said cost five thousand, they cost him five thousand, they cut the leather Both legs were tied to the rabid dogs that Alhaji Dikko Dillah had made him surrender to the maula and beggars who had found him at the door of his house despite the large number of policemen guarding the house.

A new kind of sadness and grief filled her, she gave him a look of sadness and grief, she forbade him from starting because he could have been sad and upset because he knew the disaster that would bring
She stretched out and gathered her goats and chickens that were roaming freely in the middle of Dan's house. Today there was a thunderclap in Dan's house today or the house was set to eat her mother's food if God did not protect them
Her goats and chickens were clean, he would have beaten their heads for her in vain,
She was living in a village, she went to Lagos or some other part of the country, she mixed blood with infidels or maybe another tribe of Anxo, a disaster was born to her, she alone afflicted even the townspeople and the surrounding areas. Dan was not a father who was not afraid and suspicious of a kind of charisma that made people fear him.

A chicken coop owner warned them all, closed the door with a frog, took the key out, returned and started packing her things, carrying them away in the frustration and sadness that was boiling her heart, she opened her voice and said "

NADIA, father's mother, what are you doing by the stove, why are you still waiting for me to gather all my belongings that are in the middle of the house, don't you think your father has left us in trouble, we are in trouble more than 1990.