The morning air was damp and clammy on this particular day in the city of Abuja. The heavy rain from the previous night left a definite chill in the air which still lingered into the early hours of the morning. The residents of the city were just beginning to wake, some of them grumbling at the prospect of having to abandon their peaceful sleep. The other half of the population were clamoring to get to their work place in time, afraid of what they would face if they got to work late.
Salma did not belong to any of this group. She was peering over the balcony of her father's house, a steaming mug of coffee beside her. She'd barely even touched it. Her tired eyes stared at the horizon of the city which was illuminated by the rising sun.
"Har kin tashi (You're awake)?" Safiya said, steppin
