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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
The Passport of Mallam Ilia is a love story tinged with a vengeance mission. On his quest to avenge the death of his wife, Zarah, the hero, Mallam Ilia, misses out on his entire youth
Late in 1947, my train was gasping and panting up the steep incline that leads onto the Bauchi Plateau in Northern Nigeria. It was a chilly morning; I had been traveling third class for two days and two sleepless nights with scarcely any room in which to stretch my legs; I felt bored to death, and anxious to get the journey over....
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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
The Passport of Mallam Ilia is a love story tinged with a vengeance mission. On his quest to avenge the death of his wife, Zarah, the hero, Mallam Ilia, misses out on his entire youth
Late in 1947, my train was gasping and panting up the steep incline that leads onto the Bauchi Plateau in Northern Nigeria. It was a chilly morning; I had been traveling third class for two days and two sleepless nights with scarcely any room in which to stretch my legs; I felt bored to death, and anxious to get the journey over....