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. Our king was rich, and all his children were either in a foreign land or in Lafiya's capital Duniya in Daju State. They were all educated and came around once in a while to spend time with their father. The Sarki owned several gold mines and was in the gold trade business with the Arabs. I used to wonder why with all this affluence, the king had never done anything to improve the condition of the village. With time I realised the Island was the way it was because it was what the deities they worshipped wanted. Development was hard and almost impossible. I learned the deities would attack anyone who tried to change the current situation of the village. They had recently made some sacrifices to appease the deities to give them the go-ahead to build a school and clinic in the town; although it took a while before the deities responded, they eventually agreed and blessed the request. Now I knew why they wasted time responding; they were busy drinking our people's blood and eating their flesh. Our village was nothing but a big buffet party for these so-called deities, and I needed to get away from here.
The parlour was beautiful; most of its furniture was plated in gold and decorated with precious stones. Everything sparkled and was neat. The new Sarki had to build the palace using what they used in the big city called burnt bricks and stones. He had demolished the clay huts and replaced them with great architectural structures. I also learned he had to offer a lot of sacrifices to achieve this. I secretly wished I were his daughter; I could have been anywhere but here by now. I secretly envied his children though I had never met them before. He had two sons and three daughters. His daughters were rumoured to be so beautiful and adequately cared for that kings, princes, chiefs and politicians from all places fought battles to win their hands in marriage. All his daughters were married by now, and none of them lived in Rayuwa. I learned his sons were still single, although his first son was rumoured to marry soon. I wondered who it was, but all that was none of my concern.
I was asked to sit on one of the soft hand-decorated cushions placed on the carpet. A commoner like me was never allowed to sit on any chair in the palace. One could only get that kind of treatment if you were of noble blood, and I wasn't. It was an honour to be here; even though I sat close to the ground, I felt elated.
The Sarki and a young man that looked like he was in his late twenties walked in. I squatted immediately and bowed my face, never looking the Sarki in the eye. He laughed and asked me to sit and relax.
"I am sorry about your father." The Sarki said, sitting down. The young man sat beside him. He was tall and handsome. His skin tone, though not too light, was not too dark either; it was in between, and it looked perfect. He was adequately built, and I could see it from the sleeves of his shirt. He did not look macho, but he looked healthy and in control. He had brown eyes; they were soft and, at the same time, intimidating. He was a girl's dream in reality. This must be the prince, I thought to myself, but I dared not ask.
"That's the lady that has been helping me read and write letters. She is very bright, indeed." Said the Sarki to the young man. "Binta meet my son, Adam."
I quickly squatted and bowed my head to pay my respects and greet the prince.
"No, no, come on. Sit down. You are like a daughter to me." The Sarki said. I felt his kindness, and I had tears in my eyes. Before I knew it, I had started crying. The king walked up to me and bent down to try to console me.
"It's alright, my daughter. I know what your father meant to you, and I am sorry for your loss." I wasn't crying tears of sorrow; they were tears of joy to hear the Sarki call me his daughter in the presence of his son. I was overwhelmed with joy. I did not say anything, though. I wiped my eyes and ensured my head was not above the Sarki's but below.
A guard came in, whispered something to the Sarki, and left.
"Binta, you must excuse me. I have a matter to attend to in the throne room. Adam, please keep her company till I return." He said and left.
I was shy and embarrassed to be left alone with the prince. I did not know what to say or do. I was clueless and nervous. I kept picking my fingers and biting my nails while I looked around, avoiding his face.
"I can see you are nervous." He said. His voice was like heaven. It sounded like music. It was masculine, deep and commanding. A woman would faint at the sound of his voice, and he had the looks to match.
I was tongue-tied. I wanted to talk, yet I couldn't utter a word. I had never been alone with a young man before. I wasn't prepared for this. Although I could read, write, and speak the white man's language, I was not educated. How would I talk to the prince without sounding stupid and ignorant? Somehow his opinion of me mattered to me so much, and I did not know why.
"I do not like coming to this village because there is hardly anyone I can relate to. Something tells me I will enjoy my stay this time around if you promise to be my friend." I raised my head immediately and looked at him in shock. When I realised what I had done, I had looked into the eyes of the prince without his permission; I squatted immediately and begged for forgiveness.
"What are you sorry for? I want us to be friends. How can we be friends if you can't look me in the eyes?" he asked, then paused, waiting for me to reply, but I remained silent.
"Ok, I give you permission from now on to look me in the eyes, talk to me and be free around me," he said. "How about that? Are you ok now? I want you to raise your head. Better still," he said, standing up. "Let us take a walk together."
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
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