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Mailo is my village, where I was born in 1975. I'm Christian, my father is Muslim. Today, I no longer recognize my village, which is divided by religious tensions, with a tarred road as a dividing line: Muslims on one side, Christians on the other. One night in 2009, I received a call from a cousin: "Bawa, get up and pray, your village is in danger of exploding!" The two "camps" were about to clash. So, to get people talking about living together, I returned to the village with a project: to build my house on the Muslim side.