Having lived through the ordeal in Mallam Abdullahi’s house and having just heard the testimony of Yohanna Tijani about the generous southern Christians, Jubri felt that with heroic people like this, his nation would rise above all types of divisiveness. Instinctively, in his yearning for consolation, he envisioned the different peoples of his country connecting at a deep, primordial level, where one’s life was irreversibly connected to one’s neighbor’s, like a child’s to its mother’s.
I won’t tell how that story, “Luxurious Hearses,” ends, and it will take a long while before I know what to think about the reality portrayed in this book. What I can say now is that the writing is brilliant.
Later: It’s a warm summer midafternoon, with blue sky and high humidity. Here indoors, Sarah lies doggo in her chair, the fan hums, half a dozen visitors of varying ages sit and stand around reading books (the public library is closed on Mondays), and a peaceful contentment fills the air. Once again I realize how fortunate I am to be here.