The sun is only a backdrop for the inhuman condition, in Kadauri. The heat melts the jelly on the child miners’ necks into liquid necklaces. It’s a furnace out there along the gold belt of Maru local ...
In Zamfara, the Kadauri gold fields loom like artisanal dystopia. Think of it as the glitter belt where little boys toil, chained to manly lust. The children, caught between the womb wall of lower ...
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