A few years ago, when the Northern region was in a state of peaceful coexistence. The Hausa and Fulani lived in mutual support. There was no conflict or discord between them; they left behind a history of particularly pleasant experiences during the rainy season, which is when the Hausa would venture into the wild to carry out farming activities. But now, the situation seems to be changing its pattern, or one could say it has already changed its pattern. Among the things worth remembering from the time of peaceful coexistence is the rainy season. Similarly, now that the situation has changed its pattern, the rainy season is one of the things that can be remembered.
Here is a passage from the story: "In the past, when the rains came, at daybreak, we would head to the bush. We would farm, and after some time, you would see the farmland become a lush, vibrant green. There was the chirping of birds and insects, and the pleasant, caressing breeze; we would go about our work with pleasure, and there was no fear.
Alas! Now, when the rains fall, there is nothing but the sound of gunshots, especially in the rural areas. There is also the terrorizing of people. Every day, blood is spilled; every day, corpses are gathered. If you venture into the bush, it is with hearts filled with fear. If you hear the slightest movement, you will definitely throw down your hoes and run for your life."