Some years back, I found myself stationed in the then Al-Shabaab held county of Wajir, chasing after the elusive legal tender. I was there for so long that my uncle started saying that there was a bui bui clad daughter of a sheikh who was cooking anjera for me.
My auntie, true to herself, prayed daily for me to be delivered from "the wilderness," as she used to call it-until my tour of duty ended.