There is a lot of time to wait here in Abuja. Waiting for permissions. Waiting to see when flights are available. As soon as you land, you want to start, but you have to be patient. So for now, I will sit in my room and keep track of time by counting the call to prayer that plays through the speaker. It is now Maghrib, the fourth prayer of the day, and we are sitting at the kitchen counter. The rain comes in quickly, and when he opens the door, it hurts my ears. He teaches me how to light the local incense from his home state, Borno.
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