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Prologue
THE CHALLENGE OF THE SAHEL

It was July 1997. Panting and dizzy from the heat, I clambered atop the torrid
sandstone brow of Dala Hill and squinted through the noontime glare at the
Nigerian city of Kano below. From the hill"s base spread a rough-hewn maze
of zigzagging sandy lanes and squat mud hovels. Farther away, to the south,
stood the emerald green minaret of a great walled mosque; beyond that, from
the roofs of distant earthen houses, rose stabbing, man-size crenellations
that, though molded from clay, resembled nothing other than giant sharks"
teeth, curved and deadly.
Sarki, my Hausa guide, spread his arms and gestured beyond the
houses at the land beyond: flat, tawny barrens, dotted with thorny scrub and
gnarled trees, sweeping away into a blazing whiteout haze -- terrain as sere
and harsh as the desert but without the desert"s charm.
"The Sahel!" Sarki declared. "East is Chad, north is Niger, and to
the west is Mali."
Chad, Niger, Mali . . . lands of famine and drought, Islam and
guerilla warfare; in short, sun-bleached, barbarous realms where, for
centuries, exotic kingdoms had flourished and eventually fallen to the sabers
of invading Arabs and the guns of colonizing Europeans. As I stood on Dala
Hill that day, that was about all I knew, or thought I knew, of those countries,
but their names, conjuring up alien peoples and vague perils, stirred and
intrigued me. They even seemed to present me with some sort of challenge.
Sarki"s name in Hausa meant "king," and he had the look of
royalty about him. In his early forties, wearing long white robes and a crested
white turban, with the tight skin on his gaunt cheeks and aquiline nose
glistening like oiled mahogany, he possessed the imperious mien of an
Islamic suzerain. As I looked at him, a flood of unfamiliar words came to
mind: khedive, dey, nabob, emir -- legend-laden titles of Arab and Turkish
potentates of whose likes I had only read. Sarki was a Muslim, but he was
black, a speaker of an African language peppered with Arabic loan words, a
member of the Hausa -- a people about whom I knew little, except that they
had resisted Western influence during Nigeria"s colonial days and afterward,
and were among the most fervent Islamic fundamentalists pushing for the
imposition of shari"a, or Islamic law, in the northern states of the country.
With sweat dripping into my eyes, I followed Sarki off the hill and
into the maze of old Kano. The assault on my heat-addled senses was
immediate and relentless. Shrouded lepers with leaking sores and yellowed
eyes swarmed around me, sticking their stumps in my face and whining for
alms. Hordes of barefoot children in smocks came running to tug at my shirt
and shout "Masta! Masta!" and rattle their tins. I winced at the sight of a man
in rags ambling by, jaw agog, his teeth sprouting horizontally through his
cheeks. From the dark innards of alley-side workshops came the ear-
shattering pounding of hammers and the screechy creaking of looms; from
the open doors of Islamic schools resounded Qur"anic chants as deafening
as they were monotonous. Pushing my way through the crowd, clinging
close to Sarki and unable to understand a word he shouted to me, I inhaled
air heavy with sweat and the cloying reek of wet clay and open sewers; often
I stumbled, my eyes failing to adjust to the flaming pools of white sun
alternating with columns of black shade cast by the beams stretching over
the alleys. I wanted nothing more than to escape.
Once we were out of the alleys and past the beggars, Sarki,
strolling at ease, expounded in his bass, pidgin-inflected English on the
history of Kano, or, rather, on the legend of Kano"s birth. The people of Kano,
like the rest of the Hausa in Nigeria"s mostly Muslim north, were not really
Africans, he contended, but traced their lineage to a renegade Arab prince
from Baghdad, Bayajida, who came here, killed a fearsome snake, married
the queen, and fathered the children who would establish seven Hausa city-
states, of which Kano would become the most prominent. This legend
granted the Hausa a bloodline leading back to the progenitors of Islam, a
religion the Hausa began accepting only in the fifteenth century after their
king converted. What is certain is that the king"s conversion brought close
ties with Arabia and the North African Arabs who ran the trans-Saharan trade
on which Kano and the other Hausa states would flourish. It also brought the
Arabic language, in which the Hausa chronicled their cities" history and
whose alphabet they later adopted to write their own tongue.
Talking to Sarki, I would never have guessed that Islamic Kano
belonged to the same country as did the city from which I had just arrived,
Lagos -- a festive but violent, mostly Christian, and definitely African
shantytown of 13 million people built on the malarial swamps and jungle
lagoons of the Gulf of Guinea, seven hundred miles to the southwest. Within
the walls of old Kano alcohol was forbidden and crime was rare. Kano"s
Hausa inhabitants, aloof and dressed in robes of green, white, and blue,
exchanged formulaic Arabic greetings and mingled with indigo-robed
Nige;riens and visiting Libyan traders. A mercantile spirit ruled: Christian
workers (Yoruba and Igbo from the south) loaded donkey carts for hectoring
Muslim bosses, and every corner bustled with commerce. Only when Kano"s
emir, or traditional Islamic ruler, appeared on horseback to deliver his Friday
sermon at the central mosque would the din stop.
"The emir"s word is our law," said Sarki. "The federal government
must get his approval before it acts in Kano."
We wandered through the dust-choked lanes in search of "lion oil"
to cure the backache of one of Sarki"s friends. Sarki introduced me to all
sorts of Hausa traders and relatives. They expressed disdain for Christian
southerners and blamed them for Nigeria"s most notorious problems --
armed robbery, drug trafficking, and fraud.
"Because of Islam, sons of Hausa would be afraid and ashamed to
steal. Armed robbers come from the south," Sarki said. All agreed.
We stopped by a poster of Mu"ammar al-Gadda., bearing the
Arabic inscription AL-AKH QA"ID AL-THAWRA [Our Brother and the Leader
of the Revolution] MU"AMMAR AL-GADDAFI. Sarki looked up at the turbaned
Libyan. "We feel solidarity with Gadda., a true power-man who tells the truth.
He calls for us Muslims to unite!"
When Sarki spoke, it was easy to forget that he was a citizen of a
country where those he dismissed as "thieving southern Christians" make up
40 percent of a population of 130 million. Listening to him, one might also
forget that his ethnic and religious group had done much, through
malfeasance, corruption, and outright theft, to reduce to penury, civil strife,
and decay what could be, thanks to huge oil and natural gas deposits, the
wealthiest country in Africa. Four of Nigeria"s six military dictators (the last of
whom died in 1998) have been Muslims from the north. Northern Nigeria
needs southern Nigeria for its oil, its farmlands, and its ports, so Nigerian
dictators have been bent on keeping united the fractious country, a
designation that even a famous Nigerian nationalist called "a mere
geographical expression." Conflicts between the Muslims of the north and the
Christians of the south frequently erupt into deadly riots and outright
insurrections that federal security forces quell with much loss of life.
On a crowded street just off Kofar Mata Road, the old town"s main
thoroughfare, we finally found a shop selling "lion oil." The merchant used a
knife to spear gobs of the honeylike substance and slip them into a plastic
bag. What was it, exactly? I asked. Sarki couldn"t -- or wouldn"t -- say.
(Perhaps it was some sort of secret folk medicine an infidel like me should
know nothing about.) Smiling, he paid, and we stepped back out into the din
and said goodbye.
Under a rattling air conditioner, I lay in my hotel bed that night and
reflected on the disorienting, disturbing nature of what I had seen, smelled,
heard, and felt during the day. I had been traveling and living abroad for half
my life and had spent several years in North Africa and the Middle East, but
everything in Kano seemed as new, frightening, and shocking as it was
intriguing. The Muslim-Christian animosity; the African language studded with
Arabic words; the crowds of desperate mendicants dwelling in medieval
squalor in the middle of the second-largest city of what should have been
Africa"s wealthiest country; and beyond the shark-tooth crenellations, the
infinity of sun-baked wasteland stretching away into turbulent countries of
which I knew so little -- all this left me with the prefatory burn of a new
obsession for which I would be willing to risk my life, a challenge I would one
day return to take up.

I did not make it back to sub-Saharan Africa before September 11, 2001, but
the terrorist attacks of that day rekindled my fascination with the Sahel (still
largely ignored by the Western media, despite all their newfound interest in
the Islamic world) and prompted me to begin reading up on the region with
renewed urgency. The Sahel, whose name comes from the Arabic sahil,
or "coast," is an expanse of badlands, semidesert, and parched savanna that
forms the southern shore of the Saharan sand sea and spreads some 3,000
miles across Africa from Ethiopia west to the Atlantic Ocean. My history
books told me that in the countries of the Sahel -- specifically in Sudan,
Chad, Nigeria, Niger, and Mali -- once thrived some of Africa"s wealthiest, if
obscurest, kingdoms and empires, whose borders bore no relation to modern-
day frontiers. The kingdoms of Wadai and Kanem, the Hausa emirates, the
sultanate of Zinder and the Sokoto caliphate, and the Malian and Songhai
empires prospered on the trans-Saharan trade in gold, salt, ivory, and slaves.
Arab chroniclers tell us what is known about the region"s
precolonial history. In the seventh and eighth centuries, as Arab merchants
began navigating ancient trade routes south across the Sahara, they
encountered flourishing and orderly Sahelian kingdoms whose inhabitants
regarded themselves as superior to outsiders. The Sahelians were practical,
however, and to facilitate trade began adopting Islam, and with it the Arabic
alphabet and much Arab culture. (The Arabs had a lot to teach in the Middle
Ages: to them at that time belonged the most advanced literature, medicine,
science, and law in the Eastern Hemisphere.) Hence, its predominantly
Muslim faith makes "Sahel" a cultural as well as a geographic designation.
One might as well just call it Muslim black Africa.
Just as before September 11 Afghanistan drew few Western
journalists, the Sahel, for decades beset by ethnic rebellion, sectarian
violence, and banditry, receives little attention from the media today. Few
areas of the world are as difficult to travel, to be sure, but there is another
reason for the dearth of coverage: the countries of the Sahel don"t appear to
affect the West. With the exception of oil-rich Nigeria, they play a negligible
role in the global economy. Poverty in the Sahel is some of the worst on
earth: between 45 percent (in Nigeria) and 80 percent (in Chad) live below the
poverty line. Niger is the second-poorest country in the world, after Sierra
Leone. Most Sahelians survive -- or don"t -- on half a dollar a day or less.
Desertification (which stems from a combination of overgrazing and climate
change and by some estimates is pushing the Sahara south at the rate of
3.5 miles a year) menaces what agriculture there is. The armies of the Sahel
threaten no one beyond its borders, and no cold war now exists to spark
great power rivalry over the region"s resources, which, besides uranium in
Niger and oil in Nigeria, are minimal. AIDS is less of a problem in the Sahel
than elsewhere in sub-Saharan Africa: population- wide infection rates range
from 1.4 percent in Senegal to 5-7 percent in Chad, high by Western
standards, but not enough to make the news. When one hears of the Sahel
at all, it is usually in connection with donor fatigue or drought. In short, for
most Westerners, the Sahel is not on the map.
We can no longer afford such ignorance, for men dwelling in caves
in a failed state as destitute as any in the Sahel orchestrated attacks that
killed thousands of Americans on September 11. Al-Qa"ida has been active in
Africa, perpetrating acts of terrorism in Kenya, Tanzania, and Tunisia that
have cost the lives of hundreds of people. One Sahelian state, Sudan,
sheltered Osama bin Laden until 1996. Al-Qa"ida and similar organizations
are now believed to be operating in nine countries of sub-Saharan Africa,
three of which are in the Sahel, where terrorist dollars go a long way in
bribing officials for support, where government control of vast regions is
minimal, where ill-trained police forces and ragtag armies can do little more
than oppress their own people, and where local populations, Muslim and poor
and increasingly anti-Western, may sympathize with Islamic radicals. Under
the auspices of a program called the Pan-Sahel Initiative, the U.S. military is
already helping Mali, Niger, and Chad pursue Islamic militants operating on
their territories.
Any state in the Sahel could serve as a base for Al-Qa"ida, but
Nigeria deserves special attention in this connection. The U.S. alliance with
the Saudi regime rests largely on oil -- just as does America"s relationship
with Nigeria, possessor of the tenth-largest reserves of crude in the world,
and Washington"s new strategic energy partner. For years Nigeria has been
the fifth-largest supplier of crude oil to the United States. By 2007, thanks to
deals the Bush administration is concluding with Abuja, it will be the third.
Growing uncertainty over the future of the Saudi monarchy has
prompted the United States to search for more stable sources of energy;
hence its interest in Nigeria. But the U.S.-Nigeria relationship is fraught with
perils similar to, or worse than, those bedeviling the Saudi alliance. For more
than forty years Western multinationals have pumped oil from the Niger River
Delta as the Nigerian government has battled villagers demanding their fair
share of the wealth. Enter Osama bin Laden, who in February 2003 called
Nigeria "ripe for liberation" -- an ominous declaration, given the spread of
Islamic extremism in the country. Ever since the death of the dictator
General Sani Abacha in 1998 and the introduction of new freedoms, Islamic
fundamentalism has threatened the secular principles of the Nigerian state,
and even the unity of the country. Over the past four years, twelve northern
Nigerian states have adopted shari"a law, to the rising fury of the country"s
Christians. Since 1999 more than ten thousand Nigerians have died in vicious
tribal and intercommunal clashes. The latest explosion came in November
2002 when women gathered in Abuja to compete in the Miss World pageant.
A (Christian) Nigerian journalist contended in a national newspaper that the
prophet Muhammad would have been pleased to choose a wife from among
its contestants -- a remark that legions of Nigerian Muslims took as an anti-
Islamic outrage and an insult that implied, they said, that the Prophet would
have approved of Western debauchery. The four days of rioting that erupted
between Muslims and Christians left 220 dead, 1,000 injured, and 11,000
homeless, and twenty churches and eight mosques burnt to the ground.
Unfortunately, this mayhem stands out only because the Western press
reported it; worse bouts of religiously inspired rioting in Nigeria have resulted
in much higher death tolls.
Religious ire mixed with hatred for corrupt Arab rulers partly
motivated the hijackers of September 11 to attack their regimes" main ally,
the United States. The people of oil-rich Nigeria are much, much poorer, and
corruption is worse. In 2001 Transparency International rated Nigeria the
second most corrupt country in the world. Despite $280 billion worth of oil
revenues (as of the year 2000), per capita income over the past twenty years
has dropped from $1,000 to $290 a year and continues to fall. Gas stations
run dry for weeks at a time as officials divert fuel to the black market to be
sold at a 300 percent markup. Electricity and running water fail for as long as
twelve hours a day; roads have decayed; the phone system barely functions;
and crime is widespread and violent. Now ranking number 148 on the United
Nations" Human Development Index (behind Bangladesh and Haiti), oil-rich
Nigeria may justly be called the largest failed state on earth, dwarfing
Afghanistan in every miserable respect; it is the ground zero of African
despair and rage. We ignore what happens there, and in the rest of the Sahel
(which is poorer and, in places, even more conflict-ridden), at our peril.
So, the September 11 attacks and a macabre enchantment with
Kano impelled me to travel the Sahel and find out what was going on there. In
2002 I began researching a 4,000-mile journey that would take me throughout
its fabled domains (or most of them; I excluded Sudan from my itinerary for
two reasons: the civil war in its south had closed the border with Chad, and I
expected difficulty in obtaining a visa). My eyes swam over the bizarre names
of remote towns on my maps and in my history books: Abe;che; of the Wadai
kingdom in windswept eastern Chad; Fada and Faya Largeau, war-battered
oasis settlements deep in the land-mined north of the Chadian Sahara, near
Libya; Sokoto, once the seat of the first Muslim fundamentalist caliphate in
Africa and now the spiritual capital of Nigerian Islam; Zinder in Niger, for a
long time the bastion of a slave-trading sultanate; Gao and Timbuktu,
lodestars of some of Europe"s most daring and ill-starred adventurers, and
the main cities of the Songhai empire in Mali. But would I make it to
Timbuktu? Flights had been suspended; the Niger would be too low for
navigation by the time I could arrive (in the winter dry season); and bandits
were said to haunt the desert tracks leading there. Djenne;, the jewel of the
Sahel, was on my itinerary, and from there I hoped to move on to Mali"s
capital, Bamako. At the end of this sand-blown, heat-hazed route stood
Dakar, the whitewashed, seabreezy capital of prosperous Senegal, gleaming
in my mind"s eye brighter than it ever could on earth.
I knew three languages of the Sahel: French, Arabic, and English.
All three tongues were introduced by the region"s invaders and conquerors,
and, though not always spoken fluently, they still provide many of the Sahel"s
diverse peoples with vital lingua francas. In some ways Arabic, the
most "native" (that is, spoken before the arrival of the Europeans) of the three,
could be considered the most controversial. The Arabs began penetrating the
Sahel in the eighth century, both as traders and as warriors bent on
Islamicizing the region by force. The Arab influx reached its peak when in the
sixteenth century Moroccans crossed the desert and vanquished the Songhai
empire, seizing control of the trans-Saharan trade and subjugating much of
the region. Would my speaking Arabic, coupled with my American
nationality, provoke hostility, especially since the United States was
declaring ever more loudly its intentions to invade Iraq?
I didn"t know. But I wanted to hear out the people of the Sahel, to
record and transmit their grievances, and to learn their views on the conflict
between the West and the Islamic world. Now as never before, we on this
planet find our lives interconnected, wherever we are. As September 11
showed, those whom power, distance, means, and circumstance would
exclude from discourse can, suddenly and with consummate ferocity,
emerge from the remotest redoubts to make their voices heard.
Apart from religion, one other thing characterizes the Sahel: the
Harmattan. From east to west, the Harmattan blows, parching these unruly
barrens, uniting the Sahel under a thrashing veil of red dust. Had the gales of
the Harmattan buried the last traces of the empires and kingdoms of which I
was reading? I longed to find out.

Copyright © 2005 by Jeffrey Tayler. Reprinted by permission of Houghton
Mifflin Company.


Library of Congress subject headings for this publication:
Sahel -- Description and travel.
Islam -- Sahel.