BINTA
"What does that mean, father?" Aisha asked, still crying. I looked at Aisha and the man she called father; I could see no resemblance between the two. I just figured she looked like her mother and let the thought go.
"I am not at liberty to tell you, my dear," he replied.
"What will we need for the summoning?" Nana asked. It was evident that she wanted to get right to it.
"A ram, a lizard's tail, a clay pot, and a vulture's feather." He responded.
"These things are expensive, especially the vulture's feather. Where can we buy these items?" Nana asked.
"Well, you should know where to buy a ram and clay pot. You will find the tail and feather in the night market. The market opens only at night. The traders are not normal humans, so whoever you send to acquire these things must be very careful. I will offer advice that the person should not go alone."
Nana was worried. I could see it written all over her face. The ram she would have gotten easily from her son, my father if he were still alive. I could read panic on her face, but I chose to remain silent and not get involved. Aisha and her sons were Nana's mess, and I doubted my mother would help her with the problem, nor would she let me involve myself even though Aisha's sons were my brothers. Nana made a big mistake the morning she slapped my mother. If there was anything specific about my mother's character, it was the fact that she was not forgiving at all, and Nana had managed to place herself in her black book with that one action. How would she now request help from my mother? My mother had a herd of rams on the farm, but I was sure she would never sacrifice anything again for this family's cause, and her reasons were justified.
Kawu walked in and saw how distraught Nana was. He asked me to bring him drinking water and sat right where I was seated, meaning I would have to stand when I returned with the water. I brought him the water and saw him comforting Nana. I looked towards where my mother and Gogo were sitting. They were having dinner; I was suddenly hungry, so I went to join them.
While we were eating, my mother asked me what was going on with Nana and her grandsons. I told them what had happened. My mother giggled and reminded me about Nana's reaction when I suggested earlier that they would need Mai'Aljanu. Although the giggle was subtle, I found it offensive. My mother was angry about my father's betrayal, but it was wrong to laugh at another person's predicament.
"Mother, you have a herd of rams; why not give them one?" I requested. My mother looked at me with disgust and anger. Gogo placed her hand on my mother's shoulder and asked her to calm down.
"Mother, I know you are angry, but I implore you to do the right thing by helping. Those children are innocent. They do not have to pay for their father's crime." I begged her.
"Huh," my mother tried to laugh but held it and said, "They are already paying for their father's crime."
With the way my mother reacted, I knew she would not help them. So I did not push the matter any further. I just let her be. My mother looked at me suspiciously and asked, "I hope you are not planning anything stupid?" I just looked at her and smiled. There was no convincing an angry woman, and my mother was furious at my late father for what he did.
After dinner, I went over to Nana to find out if everything was ok. Nana was sad, and Aisha kept weeping. They did not have the resources to pull off the summoning. Nana knew my mother would not give them a ram from her herd, and Kawu did not have enough money to support them. Aisha and Nana were not earners, so they had no means to complete the funds needed to carry out the purchase.
I had money saved away from my work. I had been keeping the money for a while, hoping that one day I might get the chance to escape the island. At that point, that dream looked more real to me than ever. The Sarki had asked me to move into the palace and take over his administrative affairs. If I considered and took the job, I would be earning fifty times more than what I received for my services.
Moreover, I would not be incurring any expenses. The only thing I will need to do is send money home to my mother. My mother was a successful farmer, so she would not need to depend on me. I decided to complete the necessary funds for the summoning. It was the only way I could help because I knew my mother would not allow me to get involved.
"I will complete the remaining money for the items," I told Nana. Immediately I saw Aisha wipe her tears and look in my mother's direction. By then, my mother and Gogo had retired to their huts, so they were not sitting outside. I knew what Aisha meant by looking in that direction, so I assured them, "It is money that I have worked for and earned. It has nothing to do with my mother. Although I am her daughter, she does not have to know I helped you." I told Aisha. Aisha looked like she was filled with joy. Nana stared at me with wonder. "I can't believe you will do this for your mother's rival," she started crying. "Even though I indicated you to be useless because you are female."
Nana stopped and composed herself, "you have proven to me that a daughter is just as valuable as a son. My grandchild, you have a kind and forgiving heart. I never imagined that you would be the one to help us after what I did to your mother and the way I treated you, even though you were speaking the truth. I am ashamed because you told us we would need Mai'Aljanu, and I dammed you and called you ignorant. I am so sorry." Nana stood up and hugged me tightly. I could feel the relief she felt in her through that hug, and it felt good to know that I had the power to take away her pain. She was wrong about one thing, my mother never had a rival where my father was concerned. The business with Aisha was to please Nana, something I believed he regretted till the day he was killed.
I went to my room and broke my Asusu (piggy bank in the Hausa language); I had about fifty banks. I broke one for Nana and what I had was more than what they needed, but I gave it to them anyway with extra just in case they would need something when Mai'Aljanu arrived. I had to give them the extra because I doubted I would have the chance to help them discreetly again. Nana, Kawu, Aisha and Mai'Karfi were grateful. I saw hope in Aisha's eyes.
Kawu and Aisha went to the night market while I waited quietly with Nana. It was already very late. I later excused myself and went to my hut to sleep. I tossed and turned all through the night. The king's offer kept playing in my mind. A more significant part of me wanted to take the offer, as I knew the opportunities that would be open to me if I took the proposal would be limitless. But a small part of me wanted to remain here with my mother, so I could care for her and protect her from the wicked island and its deities. I knew I would have to leave home eventually and do what was best for me. I decided I would take the job. I decided to break the news to my mother the next day.
BINTA I woke up in the morning to a lot of activity in the compound. They had gotten everything they needed for the summoning and were already walking on the ritual. Following my morning routine, I stood and watched curiously while chewing my chewing stick. My mother and Gogo sat in front of her hut and watched. I knew Gogo was concerned for her nephews, but she sat with my mother so she wouldn't feel abandoned, being that she had just lost her husband and all that had happened recently. My mother needed support. I rinsed my mouth and decided to go see my mother. I decided that I would break the news to her this morning. "Good morning, mother," I greeted my mother. "Good morning, Gogo," I greeted my aunt. "How was your night? Did you sleep well?" my mother asked me. "I slept well. Thank you. And you?" I asked. "We thank the Almighty for His kindness." She responded. Gogo looked at me and smiled. "You look bubbly this morning." She observed. I just smiled and sat on the mat to ea
BINTA I hurried to the palace the next day to tell the Sarki my decision. On getting there, I found the throne room fully occupied. The people all looked gloomy, making me wonder what was happening. The entire elders of the villages were there, including every deity's priest and the chief Boka of the island. The Sarki saw me but had a look of concern on his face. It was apparent the look was not for me, but I was curious to know what had brought them all together without it being a special day. A maiden came to usher me to the Sarki's living room. I was so glad because, with everything that was going on with me at home, I did not want to be a part of the blue people gathered in the throne room. Yes, the atmosphere of the throne room was blue and not the best place to break the happy news to the king (to me, my decision to come live with them in the palace was a thing of joy, and that blue atmosphere was inappropriate for me). The maiden insisted I sit on the couch, and that made m
BINTA Adam and I were both breathing heavily when I broke off the kiss. I immediately stood up and stepped away. He stood up too and held me in place, looking deep into my eyes. I could see confusion in his eyes. I wondered what he was confused about. "What is wrong? Did I hurt you?" he asked me, but instead of responding, those tears I tried to hide earlier started falling freely. "I can't do this, Adam. I can't." I protested. "What is wrong, Binta? Have I wronged you?" he asked me, but instead of responding, I shrugged his hands off my shoulder. I could see his confusion. Somehow, that made me angry because he was engaged. He probably just wanted to use me as his plaything before returning to his true love in the city. The thought made me furious. "Is there someone already in your life?" he asked me gently. I glared at him in annoyance, but the tears won't stop falling. I immediately blurted out, "No. There is no one in my life, but you cannot say the same!" I yelled, trying to
ADAM Binta had left. She told me she was finally accepting my father's request and moving in. I was overjoyed because I would get to spend more time with her. I wasn't ready to tell anyone about us yet, especially my father. Binta had agreed to keep us a secret to buy me time enough to plan how I would tell my father about us. Binta was a young, beautiful, innocent and kindhearted girl. I have never felt so lucky in my life. I was heartbroken about Leila, but being with Binta made me grateful for calling off our engagement. There was a knock on my door, and I decided to step outside. I met my personal guard at my door. "The King has sent for you." He told me. I asked him if there was an issue, and he assured me there was none. So I slipped on my slipper and headed to my father's room. On getting there, my father asked me to sit on the couch. "I need to inform you of something." He said calmly, and I was all ears. "The harvest has gone bad, and hunting has become dangerous for our
BINTA I couldn't wait to move into the place. The Sarki was thrilled about my decision; he even showed me my quarters. I couldn't believe it; I was finally going to live like a princess. My room was beautiful and had a proper bed, like the type in Adam's room but a little smaller. The bed was a mix of wood and gold. The vanity table was like I had never seen before. I did not even know what it was when I saw it. It was the framing around the three-sided mirror that drew my attention, and the king immediately told me what it was. It was a solid beginning for me. When I entered my father's compound, I found everyone eating dinner. My mother immediately motioned me to join them. They were having one of my favourite dinners, tuwo and miyan Kuka. I noticed there was suya (northern barbecue) in large quantity. My mother then told me she had them slaughter a ram for barbecue. It made me wonder what the occasion was. There was fruit salad, a rarity in our compound. My grandmother told me
Safia is Binta's mother. She is to embark on a journey with Mai'Aljanu and his daughter, Aisha, Safia's husband's second wife, to save Aisha's sons and retrieve her own son, whom the deity took from her many years ago. We will be reading about the journey through Safia. SAFIA The night before my journey, I could not sleep. I was restless. I was happy and nervous. Mai'Aljanu had a reputation for not warning people of the dangers of his actions until it was too late. My mind was filled with questions. Would this journey be successful? Will I finally have my son back? Will he come with me? The questions baffled my heart. I learnt that the Sarki threw a party for my daughter. I was proud of her, and I was grateful to the Almighty for granting me the opportunity to witness my daughter's success. She had brought honour to the family. My daughter was the family's pillar, and I was her mother. I wondered how Haliru would have felt if he were alive. A girl child had brought honour and worth
BINTA BINTAAdam spent the night in my room. We talked and cuddled to sleep. He snuck out of the room early in the morning. Something told me he would return.I wasn't used to this kind of lifestyle. The maids had run a bath for me already. There were all kinds of delicious scents, and the water was warm and soothing. I felt like a princess. Deep down, I couldn't believe what was happening in my life. I counted my blessings over and over again and could not believe they were real.My father's death had brought us blessings. People thought life would be difficult for us when he got killed. They speculated my mother would have to remarry to survive, and I would have to be married off so I, too, could survive. The society I lived in believed a woman was not capable of independence. My life was proof that that notion was wrong.People were already anticipating the building of the village school. Fathers were eager to send both male and female children to learn to read and write. Ever
ADAM I couldn't believe what was going on in my home. This man comes with the disguise that he came to settle some unknown difference between himself and my father. We all knew he wanted to be president; to achieve that, he would need my father's approval. But then he shows up with his daughter and niece and imposes them to stay with us for three weeks without prior notice. Binta was so uncomfortable. I could see the fear and concern in her eyes even though she tried to mask it. I needed to talk to her to reassure her she had absolutely nothing to worry about. I had to find out where she was in the palace. I asked some of the maidens, and they said she was in the television room. Ever since Binta discovered television, she had been hooked. She was a breath of fresh air; maybe that was why I loved her so much. She never pretended. She was readable; she had absolutely nothing to hide. Binta was a gentle soul. Easily contented, never greedy, kind, virtuous, and beautiful. She was every