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 her side. My mother ran to welcome me as soon as I stepped into the compound.
"What happened, my dear? Was the Sarki angry with you? Were you punished?" She asked me.
"No, mother. The Sarki just wanted to see me and introduce me to his son that came to visit." Upon saying this, my mother's face lit up, and I could see the same excitement on Gogo's face. Knowing what they were thinking, I immediately explained to them, "it's not what you think; the Sarki just wanted to discuss the school project with me, and also, since I'm the only person with a form of education in this village, he felt I could converse with his son. That was all," I explained. But their faces did not drop; instead, my mother said, "you must always be on your best behaviour. You never know where your destiny lies." She said and winked. I was surprised at my mother because I could see no trace of worry on her face anymore. She was just beaming with joy, and my heart broke. I told myself if only she knew.
As I turned towards my hut, I saw an old man come out of the room where the two boys lay. Nana was sitting in front of the hut. Aisha went out of the hut, too. To hear what was going on, seeing my mother and Gogo were not interested, I decided to go greet Nana. I greeted Nana. She responded with a sad look on her face. She told me she was worried when I did not return home at the usual time. I comforted her and explained that I had gone to help the Sarki with something. She said the Sarki should have known better than to keep a young girl out till late at night. Because I did not want to give Nana something to talk about, I let her blame it on the king. It wasn't like she would accuse him and question him physically. If I told her about my walk with Adam, it could go either way, and I was too tired to argue with Nana. I was about to turn and leave when Nana asked me to come to sit with her. She made me greet the man and Aisha, which I would have done anyway. I had no issue with them, and they had not offended me in any way.
"So what will happen to my grandsons, Mai'karfi?" Nana asked the old man in Hausa.
"To be honest with you, this is beyond me. Only one person can deal with such an issue, but I fear he might be reluctant to come." The man explained.
"Tell me who this man is. I will make sure he helps my grandsons," Nana requested.
"It's Mai'Aljanu." He replied.
She simply looked at the man and said, "I know Mai'Aljanu; he has helped me in the past. I am sure he will come again."
"I cannot confirm your confidence because Mai'Aljanu is very picky these days. He has refused three times more jobs than he accepted in the past 5 years."
"Is he not still living in that Buruku village? I will go get him at once," Nana responded.
"No, he has moved deeper into the forest to live with the spirits and D'jins. He can no longer be called physically; he must be summoned."
This man sounded weird and creepy. I quietly asked my grandmother if the man was Aisha's father, and she nodded.
"So, do you mean our situation is hopeless?" Aisha asked, crying. I hadn't heard her speak since I returned. I realised she was in great pain. The woman was willing to give up anything for her sons; somehow, I felt the man knew that too.
"I will try to summon him. And with what I know, this is a more personal matter for Mai'Aljanu. His seed has grown and brought forth fruit. It is time for harvest."
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
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