BINTA
I arrived home in the evening coming from the Sarki's palace. I had been there all morning helping him write letters to the local government chairman, requesting the government to build a school and a health clinic for the people in the village. It was about time, I had thought, and for the first time in a while, I enjoyed my work, knowing if the Sarki was successful, the lives of my people would be affected positively. It was, after all, part of my dream.
On getting home, I found a small crowd of people in front of our hut compound. My mother was sitting at the door, weeping bitterly. A dark, scary feeling sunk into my heart and soul. Something was wrong; something was terribly wrong. I hoped my father would be able to comfort her when he returned.
I sauntered toward the crowd. On getting there, they all fell silent. My mother stood up, hugged me and continued crying. I asked her what happened in our language, but she did not respond. I looked around, searching the people's faces hoping one of them would be kind enough to relieve me of my curiosity by telling me what had happened, but they all kept silent, shaking their heads and making sympathising gestures towards my mother.
I got impatient and scared, so I shook my mother to answer. The people were shocked at my actions and showed it, but I didn't care. I needed to know what was going on. My mother refused to respond, so I stood up angrily and stormed into the compound, heading for my room. I decided to sit there and keep to myself until someone came and told me what was going on.
As I sat on my bamboo bed, I was trying to figure out what was going on, but I was not psychic, nor was I a clairvoyant. The best I could do was wait.
***
It was morning. I must have fallen asleep while pondering on the situation. I did not eat dinner, so I was hungry. The daylight was out. I figured my mother should have made breakfast by then. I headed out to get a chewing stick to clean my teeth. Heading out, the compound was empty and silent. Usually, by then, my father and his friends would be having breakfast sitting on the mats in the compound. I did not read anything to this as I figured whatever happened yesterday must have affected our routine. I washed my mouth and took my bath. I headed out to the compound. There was still no one, then I saw my father's sister Mimi coming out of my mother's hut with a clay kettle that had just been used to brew fresh tea. I greeted her and asked her when she arrived. She told me she came in the morning and said nothing more. She walked straight to the kitchen to attend to the wood in the fireplace, where she was cooking. I headed straight to my mother's hut.
On entering my mother's room, I demanded an explanation. I found another aunty of mine, Gogo, sitting on a mat on the floor. Gogo was my favourite aunty; although she was the eldest, she also was the most lenient and kindest of all my aunties. Knowing she would give me her attention, I decided to query her instead.
"Oh, my child, come sit with me," she said. "I have something important to tell you, and I need you to be strong."
The moment she told me to be strong, my spirit flew from me. I was numb in fear. Scared to continue the conversation, I started scolding myself for asking. Deep down, I knew that what she was about to tell me would hurt me for a long time.
"My dear niece," she hesitated and paused, looking at me while I stared into oblivion.
"Your father could not return yesterday. He was attacked by a group of hyenas while hunting." She paused. Tears started rolling down my eyes. I knew what she was about to say, "I am sorry, Binta, but your father did not survive the attack."
"NO! NO!" I screamed in disbelief. My world was collapsing right before my eyes. This must be a joke, I told myself, but I knew it was real. Everything was real. My father was dead.
I summoned up some courage and decided to ask where his body was. My aunty started crying, my mother wailed, and I joined in.
"That is the worst part, my child. The hyenas took his body away as food. Nothing of his was recovered," she completed.
The whole world went silent. My father, hyena's food. They ate him all. They could not be kind and considerate enough just to take an arm or leg and leave his body for us to give him a proper burial. What was I thinking? They were animals, after all. Wild animals. They had simple minds and simple reasoning. Being considerate was way too complicated an emotion to expect from a bunch of wild animals.
"The village hunters have set out to hunt and kill the hyenas that attacked your dad," she continued.
"And how will that bring him back?" I cried.
"It won't. But the witch doctor said we have to kill the hyenas that ate him and bury them in two days so that his soul will move on," she explained.
That was the most ridiculous thing I had ever heard. But I was in shock. I couldn't respond, and neither could I reply; I just cried. Being an only child and female, I feared for my future and my dreams. I had lost my father, and there was nothing I could do to bring him back.
***
Two days later, the hyenas were hunted, killed and buried. A prayer ceremony had been carried out for my father to enable his spirit and soul to find peace and rest in the afterlife.
Most of the people who came for my father's burial had left. My grandmother and my granduncle lingered, both from my father's side. I had been lifeless for the two days that had passed. I even refused to help read or translate for the Sarki. I knew the Sarki was unhappy with me, but I was sure he understood my situation and grief.
I overheard my father's mother urging my mother's sister, Mairo, to convince my mother to mourn my dad for only a short period and get herself a husband because she believed she could not survive on her own as a widow with a daughter.
I was irate hearing this. I began to wonder why my grandmother would give such a piece of advice barely three days after the death of her son. What did she mean by saying my mother couldn't survive as a widow with a child? Her old age must have caught up with her; if not, she would know I was no longer a child. I was ripe for marriage. I was also working in my own little way; therefore, I could contribute to the daily expenses of the house; thus, my mother would not be alone. At the thought of this, a truth dawned on me. Because my parents were all right, I was able to save what I earned, hoping I would gather enough to escape to the city one day. With the misfortune that had now befallen us, I could no longer keep the money to myself, therefore, pushing my dream farther away from reality.
My dad had a couple of lands on which we farmed. Since I did not have a brother, and I was the only child and my mother his only wife, it meant we inherited his properties. I began to suspect that this was why they were trying to urge my mother to remarry, therefore forfeiting her rights to my father's properties.
My suspicion could not be correct because even if my mother remarried and forfeited her rights to my father's property, I became his sole heir meaning they would still get nothing. Something else was happening.
On this conclusion, I decided not to bother myself on the matter anymore; after all, My Nana was old and old-fashioned. She might have just been concerned.
I went about minding my business and tried to help around the house.
My mother was still in shock, and it had been difficult feeding her ever since she got the news of my father's death. I just wished this phase would be over and we could move on with our lives. But even though I thought that way, I was still mourning my dad, and everything still felt like a dream. Secretly in my heart, I hoped and wished I would wake up and find that all of it was one lousy nightmare, but it was just a wish.
I saw a woman linger behind after the guests had left. She was sitting on a mat with two boys. I decide to talk to her.
"Good evening, we are very grateful for your visit. Now the family will like to mourn our loss alone. We appreciate your kindness and..."
"I'm waiting for Nana," she said immediately. Nana was what we called my father's mother. I found it strange that my grandmother would choose this time to receive visitors in our home but all the same, it was her son's house, and she was family. I looked at the woman with her two sons and realised their faces looked familiar. I believed I had seen their faces before but couldn't remember when or where.
"I will call her to you," I answered and walked away.
I went into my grandmother's hut and informed her of her visitor. She rushed out and greeted the woman and her sons with a warm embrace, then suddenly, they started crying together, and I headed straight to my room to have some alone time to mourn my loss.
BINTA "This is wicked!" a loud voice woke me from sleep. It was morning, but it was still dark outside. "Even you? After all, I have done for this family?" it was my mother's voice; she was arguing with someone. I did not want to get involved unless I had to, so I stayed put and listened to their conversation. "How could you do this to me? This situation is not my fault! I have been nothing but a good submissive wife and daughter-in-law," I heard my mother sobbing. "But you knew it wouldn't work that way." I heard my uncle say, trying to calm the situation down but clearly against my mother. "You people are wicked. I regret marrying into this family. All this union has brought me is pain and sorrow. Now that I am no longer useful to you, you now do this." My mother continued lamenting. "Why will you say that? You are my sister and the mother of my favourite niece." I heard Gogo trying to console my mother. "Even you? So you knew about this all along, and you kept it from me. You
BINTA My mother, who had by now stopped crying, searched the faces of her assaulters, urging them to answer my question, but they remained silent. "I'll tell you why," my mother finally said. "Don't you dare, Safia," Nana warned her. "Why not? After all, there is nothing more to lose. Your son has already broken his side of the promise and covenant. I will be a fool to remain silent," my mother responded. Looking at my mother, all I saw was anger and disappointment. I had never seen so much hurt registered on her face the way it did now. I also saw fear and dread in Nana's eyes. She did not want my mother to say what she was about to say, but my mother's mind was made up, and we all could see that. "I'll tell you. I'll tell everyone. My child, it is not the Almighty's doing that you don't have a sibling. You had an elder brother." She started. Upon hearing this, I was shocked. No one had ever told me this before; it was a well-kept secret. Why would they keep this from me? I dec
BINTA After my mother had finished, we were all in shock. Mimi, that was against my mother at first looked guilty. "Mama, may I sleep in your hut tonight?" I asked my mother. She looked at me and smiled; her smile was different. It carried deep understanding. "No, my daughter. Do not change your lifestyle because of anyone's predicament. Whatever you do should always be because you want to, not because society expects it from you. I am a living example of people that make such decisions. I have lived with pain and guilt every day for twenty years now. Nothing and no one can make it stop. You are important to me. Your birth made the pain bearable, but a child can never replace the other. You, my dear, can never be replaced. Go to your hut and sleep well. Do not burden yourself. You are the gift given to us by the Almighty to put smiles on our faces, cover our shame and give us hope when the deity had tried to take everything from us. I see you like that one thing she could never and
BINTA Aisha got up and headed out in a hurry. "Where are you off to?" Nana called after her. "I have to go and bring my father. He can help me with this. He is the only one that can help." She answered, heading out. We were all scared and confused. What seemed like a story suddenly became real to us. This had happened right in front of us. The cause of my father's death was mere speculation that was proved genuine in seconds. We had all seen the deity in action; we had heard her voice. This was serious. I became scared. I saw Mairo packing her bags. She wanted to run away, and I didn't blame her. This was not her problem. She was an in-law here. If she stayed any longer, she ran the risk of exposing herself and her family to the wrath of the deity. I wouldn't ask her to risk that neither would my mother. "Promise you'll visit me when you can." I heard her say to my mother. My mother smiled and hugged her. She and I understood Mario's fear, and we were not going to judge her for l
BINTA One of the palace guards, referred to as Dogara, came into our compound. The Sarki had sent for me. I was scared because I had declined his invitation twice when he sent the maids. He must be angry with me. That would be the only reason he will send a guard this time. I was scared. I hadn't had my bath yet, so I requested the guard give me time to freshen up and follow him back. He agreed to wait. The walk to the palace was silent. Guards were not known for humour. Their duty was to protect the palace and its inhabitants and run errands when necessary. They also went into battle when there was a shortage in the number of the army, but their primary duty and responsibility was to protect the throne and everyone in the palace only. When we arrived at the palace, I was ushered into the Sarki's private guest parlour. I had never been to this part of the palace before. I had never exceeded the throne room. Although our village was backward and uncivilised, the palace was beautiful
BINTA "My father holds you in high regard," Adam said to me, strolling through the garden. "He's always talking about you. Binta this, Binta that. You are the biggest topic whenever he comes to Duniya to visit. It made me curious to meet this special lady my father always talks about. Now here you are." He looked at me with charm. "And I am not in a bit disappointed with what I am seeing." I was speechless. I wasn't as enlightened as he was. I knew very little of the modern world and did not want to show my ignorance all in one day. I decided to let him do the talking while I listened, but soon, he started asking me questions. "So, how did you get lucky? I know the deities in this village are against western education and development. How were you able to survive the conflict and punishment that goes with defying the gods?" he asked. "I am asking you this because I remembered we had to relocate with our mother to Duniya just so we could be educated and be at par with our mates out t
BINTA I walked home, silent and scared. How would I break the news to my mother? A lot was going on in the house at the moment. With what I had witnessed since my dad was killed, I knew deep down it would not be wise for me to leave my mother alone. The Sarki had told me to ponder on the issue, which was what I would do. I decided I would not tell my mother until I had decided what to do. It was a request from the Sarki, not an order, so I could reject the offer if I wanted to. I have always dreamed of escaping this forsaken village, and this opportunity would help me leave, eventually. The only thing tying me down was my mother. I decided to think about the whole issue and not make hasty decisions that I would regret. I had been gone for the whole day. It was late and dark by the time I got home. My stroll in the garden with Prince Adam really cost me. I have never returned this late before. When I entered the compound, I found my worried mother sitting outside her hut with Gogo by
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