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Unable to fight winds on the dammed Kainji, Ofir sold his canoe and moved north to write about the growing religious tensions in Nigeria post 9/11. When locals in Yelwa learned that there was an Israeli among them, they contacted the family hosting Ofir to coordinate his killing. The sicker in the photo is on a taxicab.

I took this photo while riding in a small bus in northwestern Cameroon, Osama on the windshield, two years after the man was killed, the sticker showing its age.

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On the day Osama was killed, I was in Marrakesh, Morocco, and asked an old man whether he liked or disliked Osama. He was enthusiastic in giving a thumbs up, but just as quickly smiled and took my hand and, knowing I was American, gave me several of the dates he was selling to taste, such that the concept of Osama seemed to be just that, a concept, and distinct from anything that would affect his interaction with an individual. I did buy a small bag of dates, but he was unendingly warm as we continued to talk.

 

 

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