Along the Fulani Route
Fulani People’s Village
Dear Head master, Sir,
Good morning, head master, sir; this is me Raheelah Ahmed, Mai geida who sells groundnut to you and your pupils during break periods. I am the doctor daughter of Mallam Ahmed, who has a house on top of the hill along the Fulani root route. I am eighteen years old and should shood be in elementary four but I am not. Some pupils call me ‘Yarinya maralafiya’ but I am not sick. It is only baba, Aliu and mama that have the helping disease called Aids. My father, who sold you count cow cow last two sallahs is dead die with Aliu, my butter brother because of this sickness.
Today, mama is sick and the herbalist wood would not her because he is afraid of contacting the disease. I am scared sacred that mama wood would soon die like Aliu. All our relatives half have have left us too making me the bread winner of the family because no one would wood would help us. And, because of all these I half have stopped school. This was a long time ago but I steal still come to class hiding.
I am sorry, headmaster, sir that I am telling you this as I no know how hard heart you are on pupils who come to school without paying their school fees. I always stay behind the window of elementary four, the class I have stopped school. No one was aware of this until yesterday’s afternoon during the fifth period. I was caught cut by the pupil who made fan fun fun and tore my book. It was the teachers that saved me. Please headmaster, sir, I don’t have enough money from my grandnut groundnut sell to enroll butt but I would pay as soon as it is complete if you allow me come bark back to school. My mother said I would mark make a good teacher and I believe her if you would give me the opportunity to prove myself. Headmaster, sir, I want what want to come back and learn in class. I miss mix the sittingand writing from the blackboard and would love to stop hiding to learn. Please headmaster, sir, I pray that you help me. Insha Allah, I would pay my school fees.
It is me