Kano

On Wednesday, two young female suicide bombers detonated in a crowded market in Kano State.

Tokyo might fall under the blight of progress, but Kano would hold to the traditions of his race.

Behind the Kano cottage the rise of ground for twenty yards was of a grade scarcely perceptible to the eye.

Kano's transient flowers were grown, for the most part in pots, and these his daughter Um-ko loved to tend.

Kano heard a man's deep tones, Mata's thin voice answering an enquiry, and then the soft murmur of Um's words.

Kano pensively lifted a plum upon the point of a toothpick and began nibbling at its wrinkled skin.