The plane gradually landed at the airport as security personnel hurried towards it, indicating that an important person was arriving. Descending from the steps of the plane, which bore the inscription U.A.M (Umair Ahmad Moddibo), was a man whose face was stern, revealing a no-nonsense demeanor. His thick beard, resembling that of Sheikh Mufti, covered the sides of his face down to the corners of his mouth. I myself wondered who this foreign-looking stranger was and where he came from. I moved closer to get a better view and continued reporting the event to my audience. Security agents, including soldiers, surrounded him. He adjusted his black sunglasses with his long fingers, slowly surveying the area as if it were his first time visiting his homeland. "Sir, what can you say about the rumors that you left Nigeria because you sought marriage and were denied, which led to your departure for the past two years? Is that true or not?" He thought, "I miss her?" but didn't respond to the journalists. Julyb, one of those who came to pick him up, quickly approached. They bypassed the journalists and headed towards their vehicles, settling in the back seat. "Yah Sheikh!" Julyb greeted him with a smile. Umair glanced at him and then looked away, appearing even more reserved and serious than before. He closed his large, expressive eyes and said, "I won't stay at Daddy's house; let's go straight to my place." "Why?" Julyb asked. "I just prefer it," Umair replied. Julyb fell silent for a moment before saying, "But why such a sudden decision?" Umair sighed and sank back into his deep thoughts.
