MAGAJI
So visible was the
redness in Magaji’s eyes with mix of madness as he led his gang to his rival’s
stronghold taking them by surprise. They abruptly sent men to hiding as they brandished
their machetes, hit the aluminum kiosks and the doors with their wooden rods
chanting self-praised expressions and calling out their rivals to come and face
them; “Yau karyarku ta k’are!” (your boastful
pretension has ended) “Ku fito idan kun
haifu!” (come out if you were born rightfully) “Yau barzahu za tayi baki”(afterlife is expecting you). Unprepared members
of Attaura’s gang resolved to depend their domain with the little preparation
and before you could say jack, the air was reeked of smoke, sweat and
bloodlust. It was a fight from both side with ferocity and deep aggression,
screams of men and clashes of machetes would be heard as the atmosphere became
darkened. The brutal fight left five people dead, one from Magaji’s camp, three
from Attaura’s and one an innocent passerby. Not to mention the dozens that
were maimed, stabbed and injured. In addition to the lootings of properties
which usually seems to be complementary of each encounter, snatching phones and
stabbing innocent people randomly. It was a dark night full of terror for the
people of Kwanar Gari. These have been the regular occurrences between the two
gangs in this community and they proved to be completely nuisance to the
residents.
The following day,
news of this horrific event unleashed by Magaji has reached everywhere. Magaji
who was nicknamed as kafi k’arfn mutuwa
(who cheats death) because of his multiple near-to-death encounters in the
hands of his rivals leaving him with a lot of scars of stabs on his well-built body
and cuts on his face making him looked like a semi-cooked vampire. “How could
one person become so arrogant that the peace of the entire people of Kwanar
Gari community seems to be at his behest?” Rufa’i asked thoughtfully as they
converged under the roof of Saleh Mai
Shayi (tea vendor) to have their breakfast as the event was been rehearsed.
Imam sitting in front of Rufa’i on the same rectangular bench by the side of
the of the table where the tea was prepared, sipped his black tea and quickly
responded; “Magaji is not alone, he is backed by a political force which he
furthers their interest with his thuggery engagements throughout Kwanar Gari.
Multiple times, community elders reported him to the DPO but he hardly spends a
day or two. When they complained to the DPO of his early release, he made them
understand that there was nothing he could do about him as he receives
direction of his bail from his superiors.” This was how the discussion continued
pouring their heartfelt concerns for their safety. Though an attempt was made
which led to the formation of Kwanar Gari vigilante group to counter the
nuisance of Magaji and his former boss Attaura which has now became his main
rival. The vigilante group operates majorly at night but this attack took place
around 6pm when most of the members hardly come back from their places of work.
As the whole community of Kwanar Gari mourned the early departure Mal Audu, an
innocent tailor who was caught in the crossfire, the ward head and his cabinet
were busy re-strategizing on how to approach this menace differently.
Magaji’s parents came
to Kwanar Gari as tenants seeking for a fresh start after been chased away from
their village by bandits. His father, Mal Mamman was a professional bricklayer
and his mother, Uwani, dedicated herself to raising Magaji who was just eight and
his three sisters, six-year old Amina, four-year old Delu and two-year old
Kande at their arrival. Mal Mamman was only able to enrol Magaji to the nearby
community primary school, leaving his sisters at home. Mal Mamman assigned that
Magaji to follow him to any construction site he happens to work whenever he
returns from school, paving him a way to follow his career path in the
bricklaying profession. One fateful afternoon, at Kasuwar Birni where Mal
Mamman was part of the construction team, working on a four-storey building, when
it collapsed on them which led to the death of over dozen workers including Mal
Mamman. When Magaji reached the site after coming back from school that day, he
only met Fire Service Officers searching and rescuing the victims from the
collapsed building. One of Mal Mamman’s friend, Alh Audu spotted Magaji, came
and started comforting him over the death of his father, within no time Magaji
burst into tears and crying endlessly. Alh Audu accompanied him back home. Magaji’s
crying caught Uwani’s attention, she inquired as she approaches the door; “Magaji,
what is wrong with you, I thought you were supposed to be at the site with your
father?” “Baba is dead!” Magaji murmured in tears. Alh Audu confirmed the news
to Uwani telling her that about a dozen of them did not survived, he was lucky
that he attended his child PTA meeting in school which was the only reason he
was not under the rubbles like most of his co-workers. Uwani was struggling to
process the fact that her husband, was truly departed and she slumped to the
ground. Magaji rushed to her, “Mama please wake up! Wake up! Wake up Mama!”
This incident resulted in Uwani’s paralysis which affected the left side of her
entire body. The little money that was given to them in compensation of Mal
Mamman’s death was engulfed in settling hospital’s bills for treating Uwani,
before she finally gave up the ghost leaving Magaji in charge of his three
sisters, just three months in between his father’s demise.
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