ABSTRACT
The beginning of my story is that I, Ahmed, son of Muhammad, went travelling, and reached the land of Kiri and the town called Wukari. There I met a man called Mallam Kura* in the house of the “Zanua” of Wukari. This was a long time ago. It is now, perhaps, forty-one or forty-two years ago. It was in the year when a comet appeared in the East, with a long tail.
