
Living on the fringe…Sad, sorry world of Sokoto’s Almajirai
Sometime around noon in April 2021, Salisu retreated under the shade of a mango tree to escape the scorching rays of the Sokoto sun. From a distance, he looked tired, worn. Closer, he looked starved, and his eyes nestled in their sockets, emitting a glow like dying embers. Salisu does not know his age but…