Abubakar’s POV
I sped as fast as I could with my backpack bouncing up and down on my back. In about 50 minutes, I was on the tar road navigating towards the town. I tried hitchhiking, but the cars were just hooting unless they were afraid to lift a stranger. Just as I was about to give up, a white pickup truck stopped and I ran to it.
“You look like you have been walking for miles in this sun. Where to?” Her wrinkled, kind eyes made me feel like I knew her from somewhere.
“I am heading to the private airstrip before you enter the city.” I smiled, staring at her eye.
She told me to hop in and offered me a cold bottle of water. She asked me random questions as any older person would ask.
‘She is nosy if you ask me.’ Barika snorted.
In 15 minutes, I got out of the car and thanked h
