–Halima Ahmad He laid the long pipe to his lips and blew such sweet, commanding notes. We clapped, we danced, and ran like children after the wondrous sound. Alo alo, mu ci dadi! Like fowls in farmyards when the scattered barley hits the ground, Ku zo ga daula wa zai ki, Alo alo, mu ci dadi! Kowa ya bari, ta gota shi. Alo alo, mu ci dadi! And step for step we followed, dancing with a hopeful, laughing heart, … Continue reading The Pied Piper