rabiat,s diary
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As I blossomed into a more beautiful and less burdened kind of woman, I
felt mature and blessed. I even decided it was important to make a more
fashionable impression. So I had sown so many tie-and dye materials. "You
look much better these days, Rabiat!" People complimented me. Even
mother commented on my new self.
Poor woman! She had seemed relieved I had stood my Grounds.
She actually hated squabbles. She had a quiet attitude to life. She blamed
people for dragging an issue for a long time.
"Rabiat, how lovely you look," commented Suleiman, my other admirer,
when he came visiting. As a relation of my mother's, he doesn't have to stay
in the sitting room or outside like Mahamud; he goes right into my
mother's room most times. He is no stranger in the house. Infact, I had
severally spent time trying to figure out whom I ought to take more
seriously between Mahmud and Sulieman. Time would tell, I used to say to
myself.
I loved Mahmud because he was my first love and Suleiman because I
know he does care very much regardless of my past. In fact, comparing
Mohamed and Suleiman to me is like comparing kalangu and goge
music. They all serve as musical entertainment but appeal to the audience
in different ways.
I remember the time Mahmud got angry over my being addressed as'Mrs. Mohammed ' He had shouted, "Bloody women! Bloody hell!"
I know men and women are utterly different but sometimes the little
similarities of behaviour makes me wonder if the differences are as great as
everyone says they are.
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We soon reconciled afterwards. But only partly.
Suleiman, on the other hand, keeps asking me to consider his proposal of
marriage if really in truth I do love him as he loves me.
Mama dares me to marry one of them if really I am sure of not wanting to
go back to Mohammed. What she doesn't know about my state of mind is
that giving chances and getting to understand the person's aim require
more patience, that the only way I could cope with my life at present is to
keep going steadily towards my goal which is towards a less burdensome
marriage , if ever there could be such thing.
There we sit, Suleiman and I, in Mama's front room, eating together in
the same plate. I had brought him a plate but he insisted that we must share
a plate in order to gather more closeness and trust. Since history has
recorded many a Hausa man as being too chauvinistic to the point of not
caught eating on the same plate with a woman, Mama had looked
surprised.
"Sulieman is pleasant and courteous and is doing very well," she
observes after he has gone."You wish to get married again, marry him."
"To you he might be okay since he is your relation," I answer, smiling.
"No Rabiat, it's because you told me of the argument you used to have
with Mahmud. I thought you would prefer a less quarrelsome marriage.
"Yes, but arguments make relationships better, Mama."
There is a rumour mother hasn't heard, rumours from Kano. Probably
started by aunty Hajara and Mohammed. It's Mahmud who tells me about
it. "Your Aunty Hajara had told someone who told me that I should be
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careful how I go about wooing you again, that I might be disappointed once
more and that your marriage has not finished because there is room for
reconciliation."
"Who told you that? Ah, it is not fair! People are spreading this rumours
to get back at me. Why?" I almost shout. "Why can't they let me dance to my
own music?" Our eyes meet. I now see how much he loves me. Yet there is
fear in his eyes. Well, almost. And the fear is about nothing but
disappointment. He has confessed to me severally that he is very serious
getting wedded to me, but some people have kept warning him.
"That is why I seem to be un-serious about the issue. Rabiat, I don't
want to get hurt again, especially by you," he informs me.
"My parents didn't tell me about all that. Where is the rumour coming
from? Mahmud, just tell me if you don't love me enough to trust me. I am
prepared to let you go. You know I am still not healed of the pain of your
last letter in which you told me that you'd found another girl that suited
you." "I have found out that I don't love her enough to marry her," he
answers.
"Why then did you write me so soon? Just to get back at me? I ask
accusingly. "Not really." "What's not really?"
"I think I have made a mistake, Rabiat," he says, getting up to go. "No
sensible man ever engages unprepared in a fencing match of words with a
woman."
I look into the dark, handsome face of Mahmud. I see the scared,
innocent heart of the man whose loving eyes look back at me. I hang my
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head in silence. After he has gone this evening, I allow myself to brood for
one last time on the unpalatable facts which I know I am powerless to alter;
the fact that I had ever married Mohammed and that I have a daughter for
him and the other fact that I could go back to him after another engagement
or marriage if I wished to.Another hard and irritating fact is that the people
concerned in the marriage are not ready to let it be. My father has said if I
like I could give it a chance, but he isn't forcing me. Mother has said she
wouldn't mind my going back for the sake of Aisha, my daughter. My
parents still believe I love Mohammed, while the society believes I am just
trying to make a stand wanting to prove what a capable, rebellious woman
I am.
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"Prove something, like women are something," People keep telling
me.
"Women can never win," argues my cousin Labaran, whom I saw in
Zaria during the Sallah celebrations last month. "Rabiat, you can't get even
with men. You would end not having a husband at all, if you continue like
this because there are more women than men nowadays," he adds, as if I
never heard that kind of diatribe before.
"Whether it's true or not, I don't care. I only care about what I am and
where I am going, i.e. dancing to my own music," I tell him.
"You are selfish, then!" he shoots back mockingly.
What it really means is that I am not interested in his so-called advice.
As I write, I begin to wonder about what sort of human being people
expect me to be.
I suppose I have been a good daughter and also a good relation, but
what is expected of me is against my own wishes and capability as a
woman first and foremost. What right have they got to order, through such
insulting words, how to get on with my life? To an extent I will not miss the
pleasure of being how I am to the displeasure of being what people want me
to be. It is such a case of someone being made to lie on the bed that one did
not make.
The weather on Saturday is beautiful, soothing with a wind and a
bright sun. Mama is having an afternoon nap. I have just finished a very
interesting book, and I feel bored.
Father has taken to spending much time in Lagos, sometimes staying
there for weeks. My sister, has come for holidays, and my brother Bello is
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expected today, while Sadiq, the eldest of the boys, has finished his O-level
and is expecting to start in a polytechnic to study marketing.
As they have all gone out, I am the only one in the house. Having
tidied up my room, which is next to mother's, I pick up the pieces of lace
and appliques to sew on my gown. I have been saving them for the right
occasion to wear them. Since my tailor stays just nearby, I decided to take a
stroll. As I am going by a shop a few meters from the house, a man walking
by rapidly stops and speaks to me. If he had not been the first to greet me I
would certainly have passed him. It's Samson, my school-mate. He has so
much changed that I hardly recognized him. His face looks bogged and his
manner is hurried and uncertain, clothes old and somehow dirty looking,
He used to be spick and span, confident, almost a fashionable.
"Rabiat, I am surprised you didn't recognize me," he stutters.
"Samson, but you are changed! And I didn't expect to see you this
way."
"Mhm!" I answer. I then ask him about his sister.
"She,s married."
Samson is happy to inform me that he is a taxi driver and ask if I have
married.
"Yes , and you?"
Shaking his head, he says, "Not yet."
He asks me to meet him at the mechanic's place on my way back from
the tailors. Shortly afterwards, I come back from my short walk and say
goodbye to Samson after exchanging addresses. I make my mind to phone
Laraba in Lagos and tell her I saw Samson.
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I get through to her minutes later. We talk about Samson and his
sister, then I ask Aminu, her husband. "Oh, he said I should tell you he has
found another husband for you," she informs me jokingly.
"Really?"
"Oh, just joking! But he says if you don't pick one by the end of this
month, you should be forced back to Mohammed. It's better than staying
idle and unmarried."
I trust Aminu to take life so seriously. I can see how people think of
divorce, how they perceive it. Divorcing means irresponsibility, and that
means a failure one shouldn't endure.
I can see exactly how the situation of my divorce appears to people.
My father tells me I could go back to my former marriage if I wished to.
Mother says I should give it a try again because of Aisha. Other people tell
me that the devil I know is better than the one I don't know. One question
stands out, though how sure are people that I indeed know the devil they
are talking about?
It's been almost a year since my divorce but what do people do about
it? They talk, they blame, they pester, I feel like running away somewhere I
can be myself and have a life not of force or pretence, but a life I could live,
not merely exist.
What a life! I used to go to see a friend of mine. After she and her
husband disagreed, unpleasant consequences followed. What happened
after that? They would say I instigated her. They transferred their troubles
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to me. Why? I wasn't the one that made Bebi speak back to him in the way
she did. Just because I am a harmless creature wearing the unmarried label, I
am blamed. Poor single people!
July 13th
A whole fortnight has passed. I had not once opened these pages of
my diary. Yesterday was all confusion. Must I write? I must. Anything is
better than thinking.
Mohammed and his friend had come to see father. Mama is called to
the sitting room afterwards. She comes back to tell me the meeting was all
about after they had gone. We are sitting in the parlour- the three of us:
mother, my sister, and I have been silently watching a Hausa home video
on the television.
"Rabiat, I have something to tell you," mother says, not looking at
me.
My sister, who has been sitting opposite us, rises suddenly without a
word and leaves the room.
"I don't pretend to understand you. I never had," starts mother. "All
the same," she continues, "I have realized that going back toMohammed's house would be one of the last chances you should
give to this marriage."
"But mother...."
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"I know, I know, but your father has accepted Mohammed's apology
and has considered your auntie Hajara's letter about your having to go
back to your matrimonial home and give it another chance."
... If only I h ad r an, if only I h ad r an away. I am thinking.
I had anticipated neither my mother's interest in the whole issue nor
my father's insistence that I give the marriage a try. For a moment I am so
distressed to put straight my defences and, besides, I wouldn't want to
hurt my parents. I am very fond of them.
I look at mother again. People say Sadiq seems to be her favorite but
it appears I am favoured too, because I sense that she makes special efforts
to be loving towards me. In early childhood. I had taken this warmth for
granted but later, when I was more mature,I started to value it more.
My fear of my father has long been gone by the knowledge that my
mother would always stop him if he begins to preach his own rules too
much.
"But mother," I respond quietly, almost inaudibly, "Have you
forgotten how much I suffered?"
"I know, Rabiat. Still, you need not upset us by too much complaint.
Just try to give it a chance." She does not move. Her eyes are not seeing me.
She is looking at some point beyond my left shoulder, thinking.As we sit there, I reckon she understands what I am trying to drive at.
Perhaps understanding is one thing and having the courage to display it is
another.
"Rabiat!" my father suddenly calls from his sitting-
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room.
I go to meet him, and meet him pacing up and down the room. I sit on
the carpet and wait for him to talk to me.
"I cannot let you stay like this," he says coolly, "without doing
something to save your situation."
"Father, I have told Mama that I wish to go back school, after which I
shall marry. I have applied for admission late, that's why you haven't heard
anything about the school," I explain.
He listens, his face expressionless.
The silence yawns between us. When I feel my face becoming hot, I
add, "It's not true that I want to consider Mohammed again."
"You mean to say you hate him, Rabiat? He responds sternly.
"No, father, I don't, far from it. It's the idea about him that I hate."
"Of course," he says politely, and after that the conversation is close.
To me there is nothing else I could say.
When I am finally alone in my room this evening, I reflect on how
Aunty Bilkisu persevered when I paid her a visit in Zaria recently. What I
saw that day was what makes one pay to stay in a meaningless marriage, or
so I thought.
I had found her hysterical.
"I want to become a wife and good mother. Not some sort of old bag
who sits around getting lean and lets those bloody kids scatter my house
and brains!"
Slaps on the kids.
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More slaps.
Tears.
"God, what hell marriage can be! She had lamented.
"The misery of an unhappy marriage shouldn't be rubbed off on the
children. Aunty, they wouldn't like you," I had advised her.
"I can see they don't like me but I want peace and order, not affection.
I am tired of looking for it in anyone."
"I like Baba more than I like you!" wailed one of Aunty Bilkisu's
children, as if he had heard what I said.
"I wish father buys as another mother tomorrow!" the other boy
joined in.
What a life. What a family.
Aunty Bilkisu's marriage (if such a word can be used ever to describe
such a pain-wrecked association) is obviously far from the ideal sort of
marriage, as anyone can observe. It's a marriage of convenience, as Aunty
Halima would say. The idea that it is a marriage is the only reason that has
kept it alive.
I have come to understand early in life that a great gulf dose exist
between reality and ideology. That's why, when I was growing up, I had
loved only fantasy stories. In such stories the princes always fall blissfully
in love and live happily ever after in the palace of their dream. I know I
haven't been alone in this kind of plight, yet I know that if reality would be
half as good as fantasy the world would be a better place to live in.
When I look back on Aunty Bilkisu,s marriage, I think it survives
because of the courage she and her husband need to show to the world that
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they have not failed. Aunty is enduring it all. She has been simply
struggling on day after day and somehow keeping sane. Yet her courage,
which hasn't been obviously recognizable, is what has been the factor
sustaining the marriage, not love, understanding, or even a sense of duty.
To people, she is not a coward, because she has never wished or wanted a
divorce. Cowardice means running away from it all. I have been called a
coward and I have asked my favourites Aunt." Aunty, why?" Aunty
Halima tells me it is because I couldn't stay and fight it out with Tani over
Mohammed.
However, as far as I am concerned, I am not a coward. I just didn't
have a reason to fight. Whenever people tell me what I did was an act of
cowardice, I laugh heartily and insist that I am just being self-protective.
Anyway, who is not a coward? All sensible people are cowards, when they
are off their beat, they are cowards. Anybody that feels he/she is in danger
of being roughly handled or rejected is a coward. So is anyone who is afraid
to hurt someone. The only remedy for peace is cowardice. Sensible and
successful people depend on it.
When Mahmud comes around that evening I don't tell him what
transpired between my parents and me about my going back on my words.
There I sit with him on the back veranda of our home, playing a game of
ludo.
Whenever our eyes meet, I know that my eyes are betraying me. I
know again that I am not heroic at all, not because I couldn't be a heroin as
far as coming face to face with my reality Mahmud is concerned. I can't hurt
him.
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So I don't tell him.
I am writing these lines in the solitude of my room, long after
midnight, having tried very hard to get a wink of sleep.A'isha has been brought to me by her father's friend, Aliyu. She has
grown taller than I imagined her to be. Over the six months I hadn't seen
her, I wouldn't know she was the one if she had turned her back. When she
was younger she had looked like Mohammed. Now at ten years old people
comment on how she has changed. Anyway, she has been the golden girl,
Mohammed's adored only daughter for now, doted on by relations as either
'cute' or sweet when they believe she looks like Mohammed.
"Sunshine, do you miss me? I ask little A'isha.
"I miss you everyday mummy. Aunty what's her name...? saidAunty
Tani is my mummy and I told her she wasn't.µ Comes the response.
"Of course, I am your mummy and Tani is only an Aunty," I say
jealously.
A'isha tells me she loves school. Her report says she always comes
second in the exams.
There are certain situations in life which aren't subject to the power of
one's will, and very unfortunately Aisha's circumstance seems to be one of
them. After long I feel like crying my eyes out. I say to myself, "Let it be."
She stays with me for seven days.
A day before Aisha is to be taken back, she confided to me that Tani is
going to have a baby soon. I hear her but say nothing.
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beads and make some rounds chanting the Qur'anic verses that beg for the
deceased's soul to rest in peace.
Meanwhile, inside the house, there is more noise as some relatives go
about distributing food while some sit dewy-eyed with swollen faces and
said expressions.
"May God forgive us all and grant us paradise, amen," My
grandmother prays.
"Amen!" we all chorused.
Aunties Hajara, Bilkisu and Halima are in the visitors' section, busy
distributing drinks and food for the numerous visitors. Old, young, near
and far relations fill the house to condole us.
Mohammed and his relatives come, too.
A relation of mine, a foolish but kind-hearted girl who came with
grandmother's sister from Rigachukun, snuffs and sniffs entirely
throughout the afternoon, as I sit beside her.
"Uwa, here is your plate of food. Have some so that you could go
and help grandmother distribute other dishes to her friends," I tell her.
"Hmmm," she answers.
I sight Aunty Bilkisu looking about her, probably looking for one of
her children to see if they have eaten. She had wept ceaselessly yesterday,
and grandmother had to lecture her about accepting God's will, before she
sobered down. Musi weeps in the most vulgar way, as could be expected.
Shouting lamentations and asking about whom would be his father now
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that God has taken back 'his father,' he laments that he has never loved
even his natural father the way he loved grandfather.
Suleiman has ventured into the house since he is a relative and says
his condolences to the women and grandmother, while Mahmud sent an
old lady from outside with his own words of comfort.
It's quite a reflective day. It is the following day, being the third day
of mourning, that Aunty Hajara starts talk about Mohammed.
We are all sitting round grandmother, who has been more silent
than ever, perhaps thinking of the days gone by. I am sitting next to themwhen aunty Hajara say·s ´It is a pity uncle has not been destined to
witness rabiat,s going back to Kano.
"That is God's will," replies grandmother Life is nothing, Rabiat," says
Aunty Hajara looking sideways at me, "Give Mohammed a chance "
Did I say life was more than what it is?" I shoot back angrily.µ
Sensing that it was Indeed an emotional blackmail.
"Don't be rude to your aunt," grandmother cuts in
I got up from Where I Sit and over to another group of relations. My
mind jumps to the last time I saw grandfather. It was in the hospital. It
was after he had taken his usual lunch of pap mixed with water that we
started talking ´Rabiat, what have you been up to these few days? Isn·tthe rest from the marriage enough? Or does that mean that I have finally
'snatched you but don't I have another rival?" he asked jokingly. I had
laughed out loud enjoying the grandfatherly joke.
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Sometimes grandfather liked to call me 'wife' in his less serious moods; in
the Hausa Fulani custom, it is alright for grandparents to address their
grandchildren as spouses The relationship between grandparent and
grandchildren is of playmates rather than serious relationship like in the
case of fathers uncle and brothers. So it is alright to feel free with
grandparents. We are pampered, teased and played with as
grandchildren.
"Soon I hope to settle down, grandfather," I had replied, laughing heartily.
" In God' s time you will," he had prayed. "Rabiat, he said, adjusting his
head, which was propped up on the pillow. "Be truthful and guard you
conscience against whatever you do. If you do so whatever mess you get
into, you shall come out of it, God willing.µ
"Here is a philosophy for you. Know that what you give is what you
shall receive in terms of good or bad. This is the only kola I can give you
now that I am in the hospital bed."
"I understand. Thank you grandfather. It's good of you."
"Yes but I am a bad man, Rabiat."
I sat up, surprised.
"Why? What's wrong?" I asked, electrified.
"Of course, I am a bad man because I say what people only think.
When the rest of the world decides to accept the mask in place of the face,
mine is without the mask," he explained cryptically. ´I don·t pretend I am
straightforward.µ
Without grandfather explaining more, I understood fully what he
had meant. In short, he was realistic and unpretentious person, to say the
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least. Looking at his frail body on the bed, I felt tears well up in my eyes.
He looked so serene, peaceful. In that sacred rest I left him. Let him remain
undisturbed.
And now as I ponder, my lips motionless«. I pray quietly: May his
gentle soul rest in peace.
JULY 31
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It has been three weeks since grandfather, s death.
I go this afternoon to see grandmother and deliver a message to her
from father. On our way I tell the driver that I would like to spend the
whole day there in order to visit some friends and relations, and he
answer, "No problem, ma." Also, I inform him that he could have some
rest while I do my rounds on foot.
After I have stayed with grandmother for a few minutes, she tells me
that my friend Bebi has come to condole her and that she sends her
condolence to our family in Kaduna, too.
"Are you dropping to see her today?" she adds.
"No, I shall go round to other relations' house I would like to seeCousin Labaran. Bebi's house will be next time," I explain and grandma
understands.
So I go to Labaran's house. His section which was built mside his
father's compound is very clean.
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I announce my arrival from outside and walk inside after exchanging
greeting with some women outside the room. Labaran's wife, Amarya, is
writing something on a piece of paper. She stops and gets up to welcome
me from inside the second room of her palour,being her bedroom. I must
say I find her looking disturbed and wearing a very unfashionable dress
which is too loose and has different wrapper which didn·t match.
I feel like saying to her, "Why, Amarya, what's wrong with your
dressing? You look awful!" But I restrain myself from saying so. Since I
would not like things to be concluded about me like that just because of
mere appearances, so it is my duty not to say anything to her until she
needs to be told.
After greetings she tells me that Labaran has gone to the market to
do some shopping and she has been writing to her father to report him
about something.
"Hmm!" I grunt
"So maybe you are not supposed to see me looking like this. I even
forget I was dressed this way, wearing a different wrapper from my
dress," she says apologetically and promptly breaks down, sobbing.
I stand there, arms akimbo, not knowing what to do
Or what to say.
"Your cousin is getting married soon," she continues in between
sobs." I am not staying with him anymore, I am fed up and to cap it all, he
is marrying a secondary school leaver. I have not been to school, you
know. He has been making so much noise about it, telling me that soon
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he is going to feel like the enlightened man he had dreamt of being, and
that he would start life as a new person." ´That unfair, I must say. Why
did he marry you in the first place if he knew he was going to find you
uncivilized later?µ ´Uh hum Rabiat that·s why I like you, you speak the
truth. Let me go to the kitchen and come back.µ
She gets up and goes to the kitchen to start preparing for lunch.
I watch quietly, still at a loss about what else to tell her to put her
mind at ease. I am brooding when Labaran comes back.
"Hello Rabiat. You? today in our house? Hmm!" he feigns a surprise.
"It isn·t you I came to say hello to I came to see your wife." I answer.
Sitting down, he picks up a copy of a weekly newspaper and starts to
browse through it.
"But it's too early, Labaran. You have married only eleven years," I
start, trying to dissuade him. "Must you marry again at all?" I add
pleadingly.
"I have had no intention of marrying until I fell in love with this girl,
and I had never done anything ever since I met her except think of her, and
dreaming of a life with her." he explains helplessly.
Just then, I hear a male voice announcing himself. It's Nasiru,
Labaran's childhood friend. I am glad to see Nasiru after so many years.There he is, looking distinguished and his usual handsome self. He had
once sent me a love letter when I was in secondary, to which I never
replied. I didn·t know how to answer love letters then even though I had a
crush on him too.
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Nasiru takes his seat in small, compact sitting room and asks after me
and my mother, whom he says he hasn't seen for some time.
"Oh we are all fine," I reply.
"Why nasiru? Maybe you've got married ever since without letting us
hear about it," I say to him accusingly.
"No I haven't, rabiat."
You are long overdue, Nasiru," I observe earnestly.
"Well, I couldn't get a wife."
"Are you serious? You!"
"Of course, I am, since you are around, would you marry me? And
when?" he teases.
"Tomorrow. I am not doing anything tomorrow," Comes my equally
teasing answer.
We all laugh heartily.
"No, I am serious, nasiru. Why aren't you married? I really want to
know why," I insist.
"It's because I once said I loved you when you were in secondary
school and you never returned my love and I lost interest in love
altogether."
" No,Not because of that," I say sourly.
"You see, rabiat, I've had so many relationships and have even got
engaged and called it off. I prefer to stay unmarried for a much longer
while."
"Yes, but I had no intentions of marrying until I find a woman who
could communicate with me on the levels other than the horizontal, you
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know what I mean.µ He said winking.µAnd since I myself was apparently
unable to do anything except look at women in that way, this paragon of
womanhood has proved to be as elusive as ever because almost every girl I
met thinks that way. I want a
less boring companion , infact I want a wife who would stimulate me
mentally."
"Then you ought to marry a robot woman with a high I.Q., I tease.
"Is that what you really advice me to do?" Nasiru is looking at me in a
way other than the one I know«in a romantic sort of way.
I look away.
After lunch I take excuse to go.
"Why, Rabiat, are you going too soon?" asks nasiru.
"Yes, I have stayed two hours."
"I am not tired of seeing you, rabiat." ´Then what stops you from
visiting me to see me when you want?µ ´Indeed I must.··
After saying goodbye to Amarya, who says she would like to have
some discussion with me when next I visit Zaria, because as she confessed
our discussion isn·t finished yet. I assured her I shall come because of her
the following week, and I would make sure I come when labaran isn·t at
home. I stand up to go.
Nasiru tells Labaran to sit and wait for him while he walks me to the
car.
"I am not going by car, I am going to Aunty Halima's house straight
from here on foot. I enjoy it." I tell him.
"'Oh, is she still living in her late husband's house?"
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"Yes."
Outside, he asks me of telephone number, which 1 give him.
Before turning back, he takes a look at me and says
softly, and earnestly "I love you, rabiat, I still do." My heart skipped.
After seeing Aunty Halima and Aunty Bilkisu, we drive back to
Kaduna this late evening. Later in the night when I return to bed I sleep off
immediately. Tired. A few hours later, Nasiru's husky voice tears into my
mind, telling me he loves me, and I wake up. What's wrong with me? Am I
a flirt or what? Maybe I am in love with his frank, simple, affectionate
ways. Maybe. I open my diary to write this confession out of my mind. If I
have not had a relationship with Mahmud and sulieman, I would have
given Nasiru a chance but how do I deal with three loves at a time?Am not
confused actually because I love each of them in my own way surprisingly.
I must confess in these pages that Nasiru has interested me, attracted
me and forced me to remember how I felt for him years ago. In those two
short hours, he had warmed his way into my heart again. Let me see who
loves me better. There is a hausa proverb which says ¶love the one who
loves you more than the one one you love. Huh!
AUGUST 6TH
Laraba has phoned to say she is coming! What a relief. I have a lot todiscuss with her. Being my childhood friend, there has been no one I can
confess things to like her except my diary, of course; not even my mother
can know some of my secrets.
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Every woman needs a special friend of her own sex with whom she
can have talk about everything from cooking to male monsters and I have
mine, laraba and father. I miss Fatima who had been transferred to yola
with her husband but as she had told me over the phone, they hope to
come back in a year,s time. Laraba has become that special kind of friend
who knows me well enough to predict me anytime. It makes no difference
whether she understands or not. She always has lots of sympathy when
am in a mess or delima. We have listened and consoled each other over
the years. Her problems are over by her marriage while mine started after
it. Such is life.
I would not think of what Laraba would say if I told her how serious
things are getting from the other side in Kano and how I cope with my
flirty attitude loving three men at a time. Did I say loving? I will wait till
she comes anyway.
I'll think of Uwa instead. Poor Uwa has been staying with us for
weeks. Her mother, my grandmother's sister from Rigachukun, brings her
over so that we can find her a husband. Uwa has insisted that she will only
marry somebody from the city, and not the village she came from. She had
confessed that her ¶Class· is not that of village, and that shes too classy for
village guys.
Being the youngest of all her mother's children, she is doted on by
her mother.
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Poor Uwa! I have been drumming up eligible men for her to marry
like our relations here in Kaduna but, alas! I know she hasn't a hope of
suiting them. She's nineteen years and ready to be married but has never
had anyone in love with her. What can it be to a girl of nineteen, six feet
tall, with mousy hair, deep set eyes and flat bosom? How unfair it is that
the success of a woman's entire life depends on her physical appearance! I
honestly do feel very sorry for Uwa and so, although she drives me to
distraction with her boring conversation, I make every effort to be nice to
her especially when I had nothing to do and want a bit of humour. Bello,
my brother, treats her like an imbecile. It is men like Bello who make life
hell for women like Uwa. The other day, a friend of abu's came to visit.
After he had gone, Bello was wicked enough to let Uwa believe the friend
was in love with her, which was not so.
Uwa, with her usual naivety, thought it was true and would from
then on always dress up, waiting for the him to reappear. He never does.
Since then Bello has kept congratulating her on her newfound lovers
anytime his friend or abu's friends do call.
" You see this other guy? " he would say to her.
"Yes, you mean the one with the glasses that came today in the
morning?" she would answer.
"Yes, yes! Okay, he said he loves you also," Bello would tease her.
"But they never talk to me. Why?" ´They don·t talk to you because
they think you too classy and are afraid you wouldn·t answer them.µ
"I will, I will! You know I will," she would remind him, stupidly.
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"It is not fair," My sister, would say. She has tried severally to make
Uwa understand that her stupid crushes on abu or anybody's friend is not
going to get her anywhere. But Bello teases, and Uwa responds.
Poor Uwa! Poor innocently stupid girl!
Lately Sadiq told me that Musi was interested in Uwa. I don't know
how far this is true. The only truth I know about the certainly of what Sadiq
told me is that I once heard grandmother says it would be a good idea to
have them both joined in marriage. I had laughed at the idea and asked her
if she had dreamt about it or it was only her sixth sense that suggested to
her how comfortable Musi was with Uwa.
Grandmother had shaken her head and said, "I am not a fortune teller.
But the best person for uwa is musi, because when one knows two people
very well, one senses instinctively how they will behave in certain
situations or what sort of person they would get on well with that·s old age
that·s experiance," she explained.
I can remember how relieved I was about the compatibility between
Musi and Uwa because lately I had sensed a heart break for Uwa if she
should insists on clinging to Garus, abu's irresponsible friend
Garus, who has been Sadiq's friend since time immemorial has
severally stayed in our house. Telling lies is one of his specialties he
steals too. Everybody knows because he has told some untruth about his
circumstance of birth and his parentage. Mother has insisted on not
sending him away whenever he visits though. She had insisted every
boy is like a son to her.
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The first time I noticed Uwa·s love for Garus was when I felt had to quit
my misery by playing the song it,s no t r ight,but its okay from the
cassette recorder in the family sittmg room. Suddenly, Uwa shouted for
a sh aralle I gave up. Uwa started to dance, after which I left the room,
after some time I came back for my cassette and found Garus had joined
her while Sadiq and Bello cheered them
Later one night, uwa had told me she liked Garus typical of her. It
would take a foolish girl like Uwa to fall for a lay about like Garus. He
works in the city somewhere but calls himself a businessman. I don'tbelieve he is ever more than a clerk because he never agreed to show us
his office but Uwa confesses to me that she thought he was sexy typical
again. He is a heavily built person, with curly hair who is very proud of
his Fulani charms
´Uwa, are you sure Garus is the right person for you? I ask with
seriousness.
"But he is such a catch, Rabiat!" she sighs. "And the lovely thing is
that he is like one of the family, so I don't have to explain anything." '
Not wanting to hurt her by further discouragement I decide that things
that seem so wrong can be right after all. Maybe she can make him a better
person and he can make her a wiser person.
Tomorrow I heard that uncle aliyu might come. Maybe he would tell
me that going back to my former husband is the only course 1 should take.
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My sister confide in me that she heard mother arguing with him over the
matter on the phone and that she has heard mother telling him she was
expecting him, before replacing the phone. As soon as I found myself alone
after that news I become restless. The one question which remains is, am I
capable of taking this step? It's tempting just to answer 'Yes' or No' and my
answer is no because it is only I who knows ¶Where my roof leaks· as the
proverb says. I know what I had been through. I had
I am bound to feel guilty if I don't listen to Uncle and my parents. No, I
mustn't despair. I must live in the hope and gather some strength to face
my fate if that's the way God wishes it to be.
Soon after four oclock the following day I am summoned to my mother's
room. As I head there I am hoping how I could outwit Uncle if I am lucky
enough.
Uncle has the reputation o being outspoken and honest. The first thing
he says to me after I greeted him and sat down beside my mother on thecarpet is, "Rabiat, if you want justice you have to hear us and respect us."
I stare at them, thinking God help me. Of course I do respect them.
Why should they have any doubt that I respect them because I am honest
enough to own up to my weakness of not taking any more pain? I am
human as well as woman enough to know what I am up to. So why? They
shouldn·t try to make me guilty of disrespect.
I feel so vulnerable that I should be judged so by the people whom I
more than anyone need to be praised by.
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Father scratches his head awkwardly and turns the other side as if he
can't bear to look at me. Mother is quiet while Uncle pleads with me to give
this marriage a last chance. "You see, Rabiat, we all in a muddle.
Mohammed came to me and there is no way we could ask you not to
consider him. Firstly, you have a child with him and secondly he seemed
to be sorry. So what should we do other than urge you to try again? Please
give us all a last chance!"
When he has finished, I say, "The problem is the attitude, not the
man."
"Don't worry. Everything will be alright, we are praying for you."
I try to speak, but I can't.
"Take things easy, Rabiat. All will be well, God's willing," Uncle says
when he notices that my eyes are filled with tears. "Okay? Now just leave
this to me. Go and dry your eyes. I shall see you later.," he finishes.
Back in my room I sink on the bed, shed some tears, glance around the
room and give huge sigh and told myself if that·s my fate I have to bear it.
So I had been taught in my Qur,anic school. That cures me.
Much later in the night, after my mother has told me that Uncle and
father wish the engagement to take place in a week, I decided to break the
news myself to Mahmud. I spend about an hour thinking of how to begin
the letter. At last I write one, which goes like this-
Ma hm ud,
I c a n' t t h i nk of how t o b e gi n t h is le tt er excep t t o t ell yo u
t h a t I c ar e. Ma hm ud, I c a nno t s ee yo u a g a i n b ec au s e I s h a ll b e
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g o i n g b ack t o Mo h ammed s oon d u e t o s ome p r e ssu r e s . I am
s o rr y fo r th e u n h app i ne ss I m ight h ave ca us ed yo u . I su ppo s e
we we r e w r on g i n thi nk i n g th a t we co u ld h ave a f utu r e
t o g e th e r .I don' t expec t yo u t o u nde r st and o r even fo r gi ve me ,
s o th e r e is no need t o r eply my le tt e r . I can gu e ss h ow yo u
m ight feel , th a t ' s h ow I am feel i n g, t oo. I t ' s j ust I h ave t o t ell
yo u this b efo r e s omeone el s e doe s .
I m ust clo s e b y t ell i n g yo u th a t I d i d love yo u and th a t ' s all
I can s ay fo r now.
R ab i at.
I immediately send my broyher with the letter before I can tear it up.
Soon there is so much rumour about me once again. For once people
are right in their prediction about my going back. To console myself I think
of how happy Aisha will be to have me back. I dare not think of how
Mohammed and his wife are going to behave this time around. Anyway, I
should just concentrate on the positive and happy part of having my
dearest daughter with me once again.
Ten days after Uncle's final discussion it isn't a surprise when I
received Suleiman's letter from Jos. If it wasn't mother that told him, he
might have heard it from somewhere, I think. The letter makes me very
thoughtful. It reads thus:
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D ea r R a bi a t,
Allow me t o con g r a tu la t e yo u on yo u r en g a g emen t . I am
h appy th a t a t lea st yo u a r e t ak i n g ano th e r st ep t owa r d s
s olv i n g yo u r l if e' s p r o b lem s .
T his st ep b y wo r ldly st anda r d s i n q uit e s plend i d. J u d gi n g
b y yo u r r ecen t con fi dence t o me on th e sub jec t o f ma rr i a g e I
h ave r ea s on t o b el i eve th a t this is no t yo u r do i n g . I neve r
expec t ed yo u t o c h an g e yo u r m i nd a b o ut w h a t we t alked
a b o ut .
I f yo u a r e q uit e ce r t a i n th a t yo u w ish t o g o b ack , g ood l u ck;
if no t I don' t t r y. I t wo u ld b e th e g r ea t e st m ist ake t o ma rr y f o r
wo r ldly g a i n s alone. I am a s k i n g yo u, r a bi a t do yo u r eally love
Mo h ammed? Can h e make yo u la ugh a s I do ? I sh all m iss yo u,
my love.Plea s e do no t t ake o ff ence a t my le tt e r . I am awa r e th a t
yo u a r e a ma tu r e woman o f thi r t y. I f yo u b el i eve i n yo u r
dec isi on th en I con g r a tu la t e yo u once a g a i n even th o ugh I f eel
ve r y m u c h dece i ved b y yo u, i n f ac t I f eel stu p i d f o r thi nk i n g
yo u ca r ed eno ugh . Yo u r s S u l i eman.
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I smile after reading the letter, not because I find it funny but because I didt
know what else to do. He·s made me feel terribly guilty, I feel bad. But what
can I do?
Since guilt and unhappiness about the whole matter and how
everthing happens that prevents me form being out and about I stay
mostly at home.
When I tell a' isha the news on the phone when I visit a friend's house,
she is overwhelmed. Thrice in a month I go to the phone booth to call her
since our phone line has been permanently dislocated because of some
major electrical problem; father's mobile phone is always with him and he
hardly stays at home ever since he ventured into politics a month ago.
The night I am supposed to have my last sleep in my father's house
Mohammed invades me in my sleep. I dreamt of my Kano arrival I saw
Mohammed. He comes to meet me at the door as 1 arrive Kano. His face
isn't showing any emotions he just opened the door to let me in and turned
back into the house without saying anything to me, not even a word of
welcome. When I abruptly wake up I pray he would not be as I saw him in
my dream.
I must stop worrying. Worry is an enemy of a well- ordered mind.
The following day as I slam into my dependence I say bye to my
independence once again.Mother wishes me good luck and soon I am on my way to Kano,
escorted by my aunties.
September 3rd
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As early as the end of August, the daily course of our lives has assumed its
settled direction, and we three- Mohammed, Tani and I were as completely
insolated in our own section as if the house we lived in had been a desert
and the streets outside of the house seemed like the sea.
I could now on some leisure time begin to consider what my future
plan of action should be, and I might arm myself more securely at he
struggle for my sanity due to Mohammed and Tani' s atrocities.
I give up all hope of appealing to people, mostly my friend Labara and
mother or Aunty Halima, for good counsel.Since my love for Mohammed is not more in amount than my sense of
reason, I thank God. The outward changes brought about by psychological
suffering are there for all to see again on me. I have had my own
observations. They are not getting any better in previous months when I
had been away. If people had seen them together enjoying themselves, there
would have been no cause for alarm, but now that I am back everything that
happens is like it is being aired on the radio. Just as there are meddlers in
any marriage there are more in the mind. The meddlers believe I don't
know what they say or p<an between Mohammed and I. Sometimes Tani
gets as much as she can of stories about me from my so-called friends. The
way she eyes me and hisses whenever she sees me confirms that. I even
learn that she has got supporters too and has severally exchanged words
with my supporters. Funny.
There are now real-life examples that show I am not meant to be in this
house. My only pleasure is in being with my daughter. To be truthful, that is
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not enough. It is not enough for a woman like me in her early thirties, who
is sentimental enough to have a crush at he idea of a nice, sensitive and
understanding man. I can't pretend to be seventy years of age as far as my
sentiments towards love are concerned.
Most times we watch films chewing at something: chocolate or
biscuits, while we watch comedy videos. I help A'isha with her homework
and sometimes we even go for a stroll, but still something is missing. In
truth it is. I don't feel settled and there is no sense of belonging on my side. I
feel outside but yet inside.
I phone Asabe to tell her I am going to see her newborn baby, which
she got two days ago. No, I shall wait till weekend when A'isha will not be
going to school in the morning. Tomorrow being Saturday, I am looking
forward to that outing. Mohammed? He doesn't mind whatever time I go
out. He seems engrossed in his own time with Tani. I'm supposed to be just
an addition to the family.
There is A'isha the following morning, bathed and ready to go to see
Asabe's new baby:
"When are you getting me a new baby, mummy? 1 hope it will be soon
because I love babies. I can feed them and take care of them," she says
excitedly.
"I will try."
I can't blame A'isha; she has spoken to me as only an only child could.
She has told me her thought as any child would. A child who doesn't have
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an idea that he parent's marriage is on the rocks once again. An innocent
and blameless child who suffers due to no fault of hers.
I ask Mohammed for the car keys, as I can drive, since the driver is on
leave. He hands the keys to me without saying a word. Soon, we are
driving towards Asabe' s house. Soon we are in her spacious house.
I meet Asabe's husband at home.
"It's you, Rabiat! Do come in," he says cheerfully as he meets us at the
door.
The house is still the same house but now they are richer in furnishing.
Asabe runs to embrace me while
A'isha tags along and greets her obediently. "Hello my dear,"Asabe says as
he hugs A'isha.
"I must say you guys make a charming couple," I compliment Asabe
while we are alone in the room. She has taken A'isha to the sitting room, to
watch The Simpsons on the TV.
"Yes, Rabiat, everything is okay now. I wouldn't change him for a
hundred Umars. What about you? "
"Hmmm!" I sigh.
Then she says, "You know, we had a rough time in the beginning, but
with love and understanding we conquered all our problems, which had to
do with living together.
Whenever two human beings exist side by side, there have to be
arguments and differences."
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I rise to have a look at the baby. "Oh he is so sweet, your happiness
seems complete."
The door opens and suddenly Asabe's husband comes in, carrying
with him some roasted meat and yogurt. "Here you are," he says to her.
"For your visitor."
"You shouldn't have bothered yourself..." I begin.
"No. It's my pleasure, anything for my darling wife," he remarks and
winks at her as he leaves the room, asking after Mohammed.
"I know he is not the easiest of men but I thank God we are living
peacefully," says Asabe, adding, " That is what is expected of a couple."
"I am second rate woman to Mohammed," I point out. My friend's
bosom heaves, her dark eyes flashing. And she sounds furious when she
asks, "who says you're second rate?"
"I saw it through his action, Asabe; it is quite a shame." Happy with
magnificent display of friendly loyalty, I tell her almost everything, saying I
may not last long in such a situation.
"Sure?" she asks doubtfully.
"Yes, but during our last quarrel he called me a jealous and useless
woman."
"You should tell your parents, Rabiat. You really should." After some
time, I hand her the present I brought for her baby.
"Thank you for coming, Rabiat," she says when I stand up to go.
"Don't forget to do what is right and see what good would happen.
"My God," she says sympathetically, "what a life!"
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We laugh, drawing strength from each other. Then I leave her and get
into the car with A' isha and drive off.
I stop by Alhaji Nurudeen's house to see Aunty Hajara. After
exchanging greetings, she remarks, "I hope you are being tolerant enough
Rabiat."
Yes," I reply stupidly.
"I phoned you last week and throughout the following day but didn't
get you. What is happening?" she asks with concern.
"Nothing. It is just that my intercom wasn't working," 1 lie.
"But Tani used to take up the phone and say you were not in!"
"It's not true. I had been at throughout."
After some time, I take my leave. A'isha has decided to stay on till
Sunday evening.
I drive home thinking of the observation of Tani's behaviour towards
the phone call from Aunty Hajara. I don't know that I am going to witness
another bitter fate at home. I arrive, eat and go to do some general cleaning.
Just as I am scrubbing the toilet, ready for
Mohammed, since that evening I will take up the cooking, 1 hear him open
the door. He comes into his room, picks up the telephone and starts talking
with someone, may be his friend. May be relative. All I hear is, "....she
doesn't have to love me or I to love her."
Why? Who? I ask in my mind.
Then I hear him say arrogantly, "Of course, I'm doing her a favour by
taking her back!"
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I feel numb.
September 9th
"Rabiat."
Angela. Can it be Angela?
It is indeed Angela David, the girl who had been at a boarding school
with Labara. At the age of ten, Labara was transferred to our school, which
was a day school. I knew Angela as a friend of Laraba's. She had spent
more than one holiday with Laraba in Kaduna.
"Rabiat, it's been years!" she exclaims. "How are you? Quite surprising
that we should bump into each other like this in the market!"
Angela is now thirty, a year younger than me, but unlike me she is not
married and she has a job. I ask her why she has to work. Because she
doesn't have to work for a living, as her father is rich. She explains that it is,
just because she likes it. Puzzled about why she's never married because
she must have had her chances, I ask her. Her reply is that she just doesn't
fancy it.
Angela lives all alone in a flat. She says she doesn't have time for
marriage and that she is too busy enjoying her independent life to care. She
has money.
I wouldn't like a life like that, of course. I am scared
but I admire her having the courage to live it. Why don't you forget he
exists and get something doing?"
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She said she has excused me from going to her flat since I am married
and, besides, she knows that my husband would object. All the same, she
tells me where she lives and I in turn give her my address. She promises to
check me on her way home in an hour's times.
Just as I have finished talking to Laraba after telling her I had seen Angela,
Angela comes in.
A'isha rushes forward to hug her from where she is almost dozing,
trying to read a book. Since it is with A'isha that I went to the market, she
has recognizedA
ngela again."Aunty Angela!" she exclaims.
"How are you my dear?" says Angela, handing A'isha aplastic bag
containing some goodies.
I immediately bring some refreshment.
"Actually Rabiat, you ought to do something even if is to prevent you
from feeling sorry for yourself," Angela advises."Anything that doesn't resemble going to the office could be okay," I
suggest. I know Mohammed will not tolerate a working lady.
Just as were are about to start lunch.After having chatted about the
old days at Kaduna, Mohammed comes back. As it is my turn to cook
today, I lay down his lunch not far from ours.
"Mohammed, you remember Angela?" I ask him good-naturedly.
"Ofcourse. How are you? Angela, you went off after our wedding and
I never saw you again," he observes.
"Oh yes, I went to London for two years after the weedding
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"Angela has just come to see where we stay, she is going to
Benin to see her father tomorrow," I put in
" So you are from Benin? "
"Yes but my mother is form Bida."
For some time all is well as we eat. In fact, I am just thinkino with
relief how I how I had been worried m assuming the two of them would
detest each other, when the conversation starts heading for disaster. From
poises the conversation leads to the status of women, especially workingwomen.
´Angela, you would agree,µ says Mohammed in response to a remark
about workingwomen, "that women find happiness only as wives."
"Yes " she responds. "What are they to do other
than pretend to be happy? They have no option."
Silence
I quickly ask Mohammed if he would like some tea after his lunch as
he usually does.
"No, no tea," he answers. Then, glancing sideway at Angela, he asks,
sounding rather angry, "Am I to take it that you don't believe women
find happiness in being wives and mothers?""Not being a wife or another, I wouldn·t know.
"In other words..."
"What I mean is," says Angela, "that I am happy
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exactly as I am." .
"But are you speaking for the majority!
"Not at all, I speak for myself. How can I? Besides, all women are
different."
"Despite the normal differences, you sincerely believed that all
women wish to be wives and mothers, he stresses
No, they don't. I don't, and I disprove that entirely by my happy
existence."
I wish the conversation would end. "Aren't you ever lonely? No doubt youhave friends but when you are at home don't you miss the company of
husband?µ
´No!µ says Angela, amused. "I see my boyfriend two or three times a
week and that's okay with me. Thank you.
I am stunned. I realize I have just seen Mohammed defeated!A
nd bya woman! A voice in my mind says,
s e r ve s him r ight! T h e m ale C h a u v i n ist .
"My dears!" I said, finding my tongue at last. What a dialogue
´I feel too handicapped by my upbringing to have the last word you would
not understand how I reason. I give up," says Mohammed resignedly.
"How good of you," laughs Angela. 'Remember, this is the twentieth
century. We are not in the Dark Ages you know.
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Mohammed comes back later than usual in the evening, but not
until I prepare my defence, in case he decides to vent his anger on me.
"1 hope everything is okay with you. I greet him,
and he doesn't answer properly.
But he speaks immediately. "I trust you won t ask that woman here
again. I refuse to let my wife associate herself with woman like that. One
who believes men are not important. She is not a fit company for a wife of
mine. She could introduce you to the wrong idea and the wrong people.
I want to tell him that I am his wife and other men are less important
to me, but I keep quiet. He doesn't deserve such an explanation anyway, I
think.
"I had wanted to have a friend who could understand that I need to
develop myself. When we met this afternoon we got talking, so she had
asked me to do some design and sketches for her aunty' s tailoring shop
and get paid for it"
"About what?"
"About colour combination and designs."
"I can permit that."
"But I want to!"
"I am sorry, I hate having to repeat myself. I wouldn't let you be
friends with that woman.""You are acting as if you don't want me to be doing anything to earn a
living to distract me from my unhappy situation," I say accusingly as I rise
to my feet to face him.
"What nonsense! I am just trying to be a good husband!
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He shouts at me.
"But you behaved differently when you were in Kaduna. You had
confided in father that I could go back to school or have a business of my
own."
"I said so quite alright. Of course I did say so because I thought I
could cope, but marriage isn't abut independence or about dependence."
"But..."
"Listen Rabiat, "he cuts in. "It is a biological of life that women are
weaker and need to be looked after while men are strong and seek to
protect them."
"You wish to have Angela's kind of life, and be independent,
perhaps?"
"Oh God, no, I'd hate to live alone or be on my own. I absolutely
must..."
"Then I fail to see why you criticize me as a husband," he remarks
with finality.
I give up.
I am miserable. As usual I know he is rationally right and as usual I
sense that in some way beyond my powers of definition he is absolutely
wrong. If it is impossible to give Mohammed love, I compensate by giving
him dedicated service. Nearly every day I devise so many ways on how I
can please him. There is indeed an imbalance in our mismatched loves. I
open my arms to his relations. I suffer patiently his long absence from my
section. Gracefully I tolerate his lack of attention. I am scrupulous about
his meals and at night I count the ceiling, thinking why he can't even face
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my side of the pillow in bed, eventhough I have had my bath and put on
some perfume. I have suppressed all my desires because I want to give
him a chance to recover himself, as if the self I am experiencing isn't his
self. That is a stupid way of being patient, but all the same I give it a try. I
never thought that I could be forced by circumstances to be this stupid.
One evening I even try asking him a personal question. I ask:
"Mohammed, truthfully, have you ever regretted remarrying me?"
No answer.
I have been back for five months, now but I feel so depressed, so
absolutely cut off from him that he sleeps in the sitting room now instead of
his room because he says I bother him. I feel so frustrated now I feel like
having a lover. But I will not, and it's not just because I am terrified of what
would happen when Mohammed finds out. (Of course there would be
somebody who would be willing to tell him). I won't have an extramarital
affair because it would stem from despair. It may temporally lessen my
misery but my problems would remain not only unsolved but would also
be exacerbated by guilt. Of course, even romantic fools like me know that
love doesn't come with a manufacturer's guarantee, but, from what I know,
there is hardly a happy ending for those who love, or is there? Maybe.
I seek sympathy when I feel feverish on an afternoon. I corner him just as
he is about to go to his room as he has stopped sleeping in the parlor now.
"I had wanted to talk to you but I am afraid I must go and lie down for a
while. I am feeling really feverish," I say.
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He says he is sorry and that of course I should rest without even looking at
me. No love, no care, no concern. W h at s o r t o f h u s band is t his? I
don't want to think how long I can live with this monster called husband. I
have pondered about whether God intends me to find some deep meaning
in the fact that reality is different from illusion. But even reality has its
own good side; it's just that it is not real.
After a prolonged meditation, I come to the conclusion that I am gaining
experience the way God intends me to. Or else what should I think? I am a
changed person, but not the kind of change that is good for me. I feel so
timid emotionally and physically. For example, I hardly see Tani because I
have never been inquisitive about what she is up to. What I know is that
Mohammed's only defence is that Tani is the woman he listens to because
he had reason to, and that she is his relation and that as a man has the right
to love whom he desires.
I am not wishing he didn't love Tani. I am only wishing that I had never
known him.
"What is it if I love Tani more than you? Maybe she deserves it," he
says viciously when I ask him why he is behaving like a bloody jailer. "I
need to be loved. I need compassion. .."I begin.
"Oh, stop that and search for it elsewhere if the one I
am giving is not enough!"
"Mohammed I can be good, decent and honest. Why do I have to be
treated this way again?"
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"Stay for A'isha's sake then, "he says.
"No, I can't stay chained in a loveless marriage for her sake I am too
young and hopeful for that."
"How dare you...!"
I break down, sobbing
After this episode, as if it was not enough, I Mve another experience.
This time I am shocked whe.. Mohammed drops what seems like a on his
bed while I am making it.
I pick up the to read:
Da r l i ng,
I a m t ired o f w a i t i ng . I h a ve w a i t ed al m o st s ix m o n th n ow.
Yo u t o l d m e I a m th e wo m an yo u l ove an d all e l s e i s f al s e.
A b o ut th e m o n ey , yo u a re a ric h m an ; yo u c an g ive m e w h a t
e l s e I a m wor th . Yo u s a id R a b i a t w a s g oi ng but w h e n ? I sh an ' t
f ee l s orry f or h er t o h a ve a de s er t i ng husb an d a s yo u b ec a us e
sh e de s erved i t . Yo u t o l d m e yo u do n ' t s l eep i n th e s a m e b ed
wi th h er , but I h a ve h e a rd th a t sh e i s pre gnan t . I f i t i s t r u e I
sh all s eek m y divorce. I k n ow yo u m a rried h er t o f i ll t i m e eve n
th e f ir st t i m e , but th i s t i m e yo u r exc us e s wo n ' t do. W h a t wo u l d
h er p a re n ts do t o yo u i f yo u divorce h er a s yo u s a id? Do th ey
g ive yo u h o us ekeepi ng m o n ey? Do n ' t b re a k yo u rpro m i s e t o m e ,
d a r l i ng .
T an i.
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Let me try and collect my shattered thoughts. What should a sister say
to another in a truly catastrophic situation? Good luck, Tani.
How can a woman go to such an extent in trying to take a man from
someone? Tani, how can you think of building your happiness on someone
else's misery? How can you expect to drive me away from the husband you
met me with? Is that the beauty of tolerance? Is that the wonder of sharing
a husband? Is there fairness and justice in this case? I decided to divert my
mind from this mess.
Reading is out of the question, I can't fix attention on books. Praying? Oh
yes, I shall pray...
At around 12:00noon, Aunty arrives. She comes in just as I am having
breakfast. I had slept for a long time but awoke only at 7:30am.
Aunty is looking worried. She is wearing green, a color that suits her. She
looks tired but peaceful.
" It's alright, Rabiat. Everybody is fine and they send their greetings."
I sit down. Outside, the sun is shining. Looking at me straight in the eyes,
she intones, "Mohammed isn't the easiest of men to deal with. Your mother
said I should come and see what is really the matter." "Yes, aunty, he is
simply a monster. It was I who phoned her."
"Don't you say that, Rabiat! It is against marriage commandments to call
your husband names."
"But aunty, I feel so miserable," I say tearfully. I turn. I see
Mohammed walking towards the door form outside. I stare. I se he is
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smiling at me. He immediately greets my Aunty before she could greet
him. Obviously, he is trying to give the impression that all is fine.
After the greetings, the whole parlor becomes so quiet. I think I could
have heard a pin drop. Tears well up in my eyes« I m u s t not cr y. I tell
myself. I mustn't.
"Well," says Mohammed. "Rabiat told me you were coming. She
seems to have complained to you." Then he adds with some urgency,
"Aunty, she would have been a perfect wife if she could change her
attitude...." Then he stops as he sees me go wide-eyed and stiff.
"Let me tell," I begin hotly, "I am such a bitch as you believe me to be! I
know my present life has no connection with the kind of person I am. I am
mostly angry all the time I am here, but I am a happy person naturally."
"You are the cause of your unhappiness," accuses Mohammed.
Not me!" I scream, springing to my feet.
"You are the wicked one, God knows!" Somehow I manage to get a
grip on myself. Sinking down in my chair again, I say in a level voice, "I'm
sorry. Please do forgive me, but the main reason why I am so distressed is
because.
My Aunty's face is at once painfully withdrawn. Several seconds
pass before she is able to say to me, "Mohammed he said nothing to me.
Allow him say what he has to say."
"I am sorry aunty."
Some seconds pass. I wait till I am sure I have myself well in control.
Then I say, "Very well. I'll say no more. Excuse me!" And, getting to my
feet, I leave them and go to the kitchen where I am preparing lunch.
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'I hope all is well, madam," says Kande, the house help, showing
some concern.
"Oh, you must have heard me shouting."
"Yes, but I know it isn't your fault. Take it easy."
Keeping a tight lip, I go about bringing out the cooking ingredients
and supervising Kande. In the ten minutes I have been in the kitchen, I
conclude that it is the kind of life I lead that is strangling my personality
and blighting my soul.
Kande is outside washing the dishes while I try the tomato, past for a
dish of rich and stew with salad. I don't want human supporters anymore,
I tell myself. I want God's support. Mohammed is not so bad, people tell
me, I do not care about people's opinion anymore. I won't bother.
Oh, I am so tired of this marriage, I affirm. Oh so tired. Mohammed
really has to respect me and talk things over, about why he is treating me
like a doormat and put the situation in order. He has to be the husband I
need him to be: sympathetic, caring and honest. If he continues to show
elements of dislike and treat me so badly. I shall be driven to turn for
consolation to the memory f my old love, Mahmud, who had loved me so
much, and once I start to embrace this symbol of love, Mahmud who had
love, only God knows what would happen. Because I need to be loved
more than ever now.
When I go back to the sitting room, I find the two in silence. But it's
not a comfortable silence. I feel I can guess what they are thinking.
"What's going to happen now? What am I going to do about this
jealousy and lack of patience?Asks Mohammed, looking at me.
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Ignoring him, I say simply to Aunty Halima, "Do you know what he
means by jealousy? It means I am afraid of myself, I am afraid of your
injustices, only not of myself."
"I can't think of anything more wrong than wanting me to treat you as
superior to Tani, because you are not," he retorts.
"I know that you always tell her that is how I feel. Tani's supporters,
who are your friends and relations, told you things, not me. I know you
have got nothing to say but insults. I believe that was why you took me
back, to molest me," I answer.
"Well if you don't like it..."
"I should quit!" I finish up for him.
"I didn't exactly say so but....
"That's what you are driving at, and so what? I would gladly leave
your jail of a house!" I cry.
"What are you flustered at?" he demands.
"You, your Tani and her biting letters... Oh I am sick and tired of you
all! Didn't you think I saw that letter? It's there in your cupboard. I have
kept it, saved it for you, to ponder about it."
Aunty and Mohammed look at me. Then they look at each other. But
they both decide there is nothing more that can be said. Later when
Mohammed has excused himself, I lead my Aunty to my room so that she
can pray and relax before lunch. She looks highly agitated.
"Oh, what a day! She says with a deep sigh. "Because I go I must go
and see Hajara to ask what the solution is. This mustn't go on."
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"Aunty Hajara will deny most things," I explain. "She doesn't want
the marriage. She would rather it flops, certainly."
"Okay, I will see Alhaji Nurudeen since Mohammed doesn't have
much respect for anybody other than him. He brought him up after his
parent's death, didn't he?"
"Yes,Aunty," I answer softly.
Later in the night when Aunty Halima has come back from Alhaji
Nurudeen's house, she informs me that most of the accusation I made was
rejected. "Your aunty said that you were just too sensitive and had listenedto so many people whom you believed were your supporters she even said
that Mohammed told them that you have a friend who detests marriage
and who has been giving you ideas."
"But I had been complaining even before Angela came into my life," I
answer weakly, drained by the surprise of the charges.
"Of course I know that you knew what you were doing...?
"A wise woman doesn't listen to or look for people's approval over
what she should do or to get on with her marriage," I explain further. "She
knows what is wrong and what is right.
"Yes, but good advice with friend is acceptable. It's only the gossip and
bad advice that are objectionable," saysAunty.
"I have a guardian experience I had gained early in life from Aunty
Bilkisu, mother and you, of course. My intuition sternly and strictly guided
me along my narrow paths without letting me stray aside to the right or left
but to a straightforward reality. I am realist."
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"Sure you are. But who are those meddlers in this affair? They are the
kind of people both Tani and you listen to."
I nod. "Yes. Whenever they came in to visit me I entertain them with
drinks as expected of a host but I never entertain their gossip and their
advice," I explain defensively.
"Take it easy, Rabiat," aunty whispers as I finally break against her
chest and weep. "That's my good child. No divorce, no surrender to the
situation. I am very proud of you, okay? Just leave this to me. Go wash your
face and dry your eyes," she coaxes.
Later in the evening when Mohammed comes in, e meets me cleaning.
"I see you'll become hypertensive unless you pull yourself together,
Rabiat," he says.
"Go ahead with your ill-treatment. I don't give a damn!" I reply, not
looking at him.
Springing to my feet, standing tall and looking martial, I shout back at
him, "I won't stay and get hypertensive. I must clear myself out of your
house, that is what I mean!"
Much mutual shouting and abuse follow. Finally, I try to walk out,
but he grabs me by the arm and shouts, "Okay, just tell me, how the hell
are you going to live with your conscience? I am even sorry for saying that
because you don't have one. You flogged me into this mess I am in.µ
"I accept that I played a major role in your so-called misery but don't
try to pretend you have led a full supporting cast!"
"You are lying!" I shout.
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He tries to beat me but I side-step him, thinking he is just a selfish
man who doesn't know the difference between right and wrong. I walk
out of the room but he blunders after me. As I leave the room, I hear him
hollering at the top of his voice that I am a spoilt child, rumour monger
and bloody woman.
"Aunty Halima?" I say rapidly when 1 meet her already asleep.
"I am going with you tomorrow."
I see her dark eyes flare.
"Why?""I want my divorce for the second time, I tell you Mohammed is
impossible.µ
"Divorce is something true ladies never ask for, she scolds, she scolds,
sitting up in the bed.
"Maybe it's true I want mine! 1 reply as I storm out of the room.
The following morning, I wake up in the worst mood than the night
before.
As I pass by my sitting- room on my way to the kitchen, I make very
several efforts to arrange my memories and stay calm. I sight a big,
enlarged photograph of Mohammed and I on the television set. I return to
where is standing on a gold plated frame. I examine the picture, I continue
to stare at the beautiful couple in it. After a while, however, they begin to
look like an illustration from some book. I can imagine the text: "How you
should look on your honeymoon. Happy. The photograph was taken in
America after we had married.
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T his is h ow yo u must appea r a s yo u p r epa r e t o L i ve
h app i l y eve r af t e r«. Then it occurs to me that the photograph is
just a pattern of black and white shapes. It has no reality, It seems just
a lie. I look at Mohammed I cannot see the Mohammed I used to
remember. I see only a man who wants my life to be in chaos, who
wants me to have-a meaningless life just because he has been selfish,
insincere. And maybe, he hated me.
I tear up the photograph to pieces.
I shove the frame into the nearest drawer. When I go back to
Aunty's, she has already bathed and prayed.
Still worried, she asks, "Haven't you tried talking things over
together? All this wouldn't have been no need for a second party."
"Talk? We hardly talked. Whenever I asked him to have time to talk,
he always told me that we had no common ground. What he really meant
by that I don t quite understand," I explain."Does he fulfill his marital duties? You know what I mean! Aunty
says seriously.
Of course I know Mohammed isn t the idea bed mate, I reflect.
"Well... " I begin, "sometime it happens... just
some few times, but to him It was just a ritual to performed in order to
keep up appearances."
"There aren't many women who could stand tor tins kind of
behaviour. It's a shame," opines aunty.
To her the issue is suddenly serious.
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"But how does one live with such shame and stay sane? How? How? I
wail helplessly. "He has failed to give me the kind of life I needed."
"Don't worry, Rabiat. Leave it all to God," Aunty says as she wipes
her moist eyes. "I shall tell your parents everything," she adds
reassuringly.
September 27th
Two days later, after Aunty has gone, I phone Mama. She informs me that
Aunty Halima has told them everything."Your father says he is going to have a meeting with yours uncle, to
see what's best."
"Let father know what is exactly happening. 1 have my standard." I
would like them to continue with a good opinion of me. "Mama, I am just
sorry. I don't believe I can stay in this house a certain code of conduct be
expected of someone in this situation? "
"Don't say anything unpalatable to him. Just be yourself. Keep your
mouth shut and leave everything to us. Rabiat, it's not because we don't
love you that you are there in Kano." Mama advises pointedly, "i'll try," I
say and hang up. Laraba rings me this afternoon, too.After I have confided
in her that I will be going back to Kaduna soon whether Mohammed
divorce me or not, she hands me over to her husband to console me.
"I feel extraordinarily confused, Rabiat," he begins. "When will this
problem end?"
"Whenever God wishes it to end," I say
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philosophically.
"This thing has distorted my life. Yes, I should break free. I mustn't let
Mohammed destroy my hopes in life. I surely cannot continue a life in
which I think I need compensation because the compensation would only
chain me to him."
"Even the happiest of marriages have blind sports where partners
have trouble seeing eye to eye," he notes.
"I know, but Mohammed has been acting as if he had a grudge
against me or as if I had jus: walked into his home from the streets. No
respect. No consideration."
"You are fated to be together again, Rabiat. Best thing to do is give it
your best and leave the rest to God!"
I agree we were fated to be married again with Mohammed, but not
in the way people expect. In our lives there are choices, which one has to
make, and our freedom to choose means we have at least some control
over our fate. I had agreed after due considerations to co-operate and
come back to Mohammed, even though I didn't have a real freedom to
choose. I couldn't have chosen to live differently, but that would have to
that could have my right. I think I have to give that very serious
consideration, indeed. And so I will. But not at the moment.
Later. And there I go again. I could have stopped, but I go on.
October 12th
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Amonth after the major row with Mohammed, I go to the market and
come back to meet a message from my mother. A'isha has taken up the
phone and has been asked by mum to tell me to expect her call at 2 o'clock
in the afternoon. I go to the kitchen to arrange my foodstuff.
Five minutes to two I am near the phone as Tani has a habit of taking
up the phone and saying I am not in.
Mohammed, when once told about this behaviour, said he wouldn't to
anything about it, adding that. How could he be sure she really does it?
That night we had a row because the phone call never came, and I try but
can't get through Mohammed asks me to quit if I am really fed up with the
marriage as I had said. "O God Almighty!" said my mother. "What type of
marriage is this? Oh, you must never go back to that house again!"
She is finding it hard to believe my trauma once again after I have
arrived Kaduna the following day
I don't look at her, I don't speak, but tears fill my eyes as I remember
how I had to trek to get a taxi that came and quickly loaded my suitcases. I
let the rest for my aunties to go and collect. In fact, I didn't have much on
me m terms of money except the feeding allowance Mohammed gave me
My father comes into mother's room and says with great politeness,
"Rabiat, excuse us!' and we withdraw. I can't make out what he says to
mother and she refuses to tell me. I just feel a bit of relief.
The following day, Kande, my house help, comes with Mohammed's
driver. She learnt he was being sent by Mohammed she decided to come
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with him. The driver comes with a letter and my divorce paper. As I read
the letter. I hope it will be the last time. I will go into this kind
of mess.
Kande doesn't know what it is until I tell her.
'We leave everything to God," She says tearfully. "I shall miss you, but
what can I do?"
´Kande, just make sure you never stay away from your A'isha when
you go back," I tell her in a voice filled with emotion.
"What Mohammed has done is quite unfair and to me it is a form of
disrespect to Alhaji and your parents," she points out.
"It's not his fault, Kande."
"Maybe it's Tani' s fault. I know it is.µ
"Not necessarily, but mine for having the energy to be so tossed
around. And he doesn·t cooperate would she have gotten away with her
plans? She wouldn·t." I explain wistful.
"That's what society is expecting of you and your parents." I wouldn't
follow it again for anyone's sake, I promise myself.
Mother has talked to Kande and, as she later tells me, Kande's
information is reassuring as far as she is concerned.
My marriage has ended six months after it started. I remember the last few
days before it ended.
"Are you asleep?" Mohammed had asked me tow night before.
"No," I answered.
We were lying still in the bed, with each of us pretending to be asleep.
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"I love Tani and you think 1 should lie about it."
"Mohammed..."
"Wait! I haven't finished. You must hear me to the end. Our marriage
has been a failure, you know that. I know that we are both unhappy, but at
least even though you think I don't care enough for you would do what I
can to make matters right. If we are going to part, we should do so fast and
forget about society. For a change."
"I said nothing sitting up in the bed, he kept looking
at me.
I said staring at the ring n my finger.
"It would be impossible for me to be a modern husband to you.
Therefore, I shouldn't expect you to be an old fashioned woman of
course..." ´Ofcourse whatever I am, I wouldn·t want be a foolish wife as
you would want me to be.µ
"Shut up!" he interrupted. There was silence for a while, then he
continued, "As I was saying, that wouldn·t be the dones thing at all,
keeping you here as, my wife when you strongly object to being second
fiddle." He paused again, frowning, Sad to imagine the complex situation
this is far beyond the marital bond as he perceived it. There are all kinds of
marriages, Rabiat. Ours is simply a little different from most marriages,
that's all.
"I understand, and that is why I shall not mind if you go, I couldn't
bear you to look at me with loathing or revulsion! I would rather set you
free altogether, no matter what people say."
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"I suffer because you mind people."People should be minded,
Rabiat. Their tongues are dangerous.
A
ll
the same, even minding people has its limit; people made you feelguilty. That's why I suffer. There was silence I tried to work out the right
thing to do thank him or scream with joy?
´People thought you loved me so much because all the while 1 had been
living what people would call and ideal life, I never complained before
Tani came,' I said.
"But you know you we had our differences."I know," I
answered with relief.
After Kande has gone today, I go back to my room to sort my
belonging out I have already calmed down and everyone in the house is
treating me politely, so te1 myself I must put those wrecked experiences
aside. Later on I tell myself that even A'isha would be grateful I left.
Children like to see their parents happy and less burdened, not always
seething with rage. Besides I have no time for old- fashion theories which
suggest that parents should live with one another no matter what, so that
their children can have parents. That is indeed a recipe for victimazation.
After all is one supposed to live one's life or one's children lives?
The rest of the month passes smoothly, but I see little of people
because I am trying to sort out my already distorted life. I am glad I drew
the line. I am glad I can stop and I have had enough even the second
time.
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Nevertheless, I think of Mahmud continually I learn that he has been
married and divorced, all in four month. News filters to me through our
house-help that he has been on a course in Lagos and that he has gone
there immediately after the divorce.
What else matters?
Happiness. I remember Angela who confided in me that she was
not against the marriage institution. It's just that it doesn't mean anything
to her I told her that God ordained that we should many.
"Yes of course, that's true. I shall try and see that I marry. And you
see, Rabiat, once one gets married one surely loses independence and
individuality 'The relationship automatically becomes unequal.
"You are a feminist to the core," I had told her.
"It's not so, Rabiat. I am neither a radical feminist nor a woman that
particularly loves my own surname But my individuality is very
important to me." She laughed
"I am quite traditional in that way,Angela, but I do
understand. "I assured her.
The modern woman is self-assured, intelligent and grounded. It is
not a fractional honesty, commitment as well as respect. And that I
believe is not expecting too much.
Some women movements have been unnecessarily blamed for
creating aggressive and selfish women. This is not the absolute truth.
Nothing has changed them from the everyday woman but her expectations.
Those expectations are prompted by the knowledge of their fundamental
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human rights. As long as it's within the normal limit, it's okay. In our
grandparent's time what a woman needed were security, children and a
male figure. Love didn't necessarily have to be present. So what is wrong
with the younger generation's urge for love and respect? Still I believe a
marriage based on mutual respect is an ideal marriage; it is not a loveless
union if there is respect. To love is to respect.
Since the realities of life could be so shocking at times, all we need to
do is give our best and expect a better position in our parent's life, not
forgetting always to remember "there is always a light at the end of the
tunnel!' If by so doing, still things don't go right, we shouldn't lose our
dignity. Being a woman doesn't mean one should blindly cling to a
relationship that would not have any chance of at least letting her be friends
with her partner.
One of women's major problems is that they realize men don't
understand them. But how much do we understand men also? Humour,
understanding and communication are the first-step key to less frustrating
marriage.
Men can be understood. Women most times are too selfish to pick up a
good man among the so-called bad eggs because they do look for
something they shouldn't money and good looks. What women should
remember is that there are bad woman just as there are bad men. Maybe
even more.
As for me, I have been clear-eyed about my relationship with
Mohammed. There was neither understanding nor honesty, let alone
communication in it. Ours was a marriage that had been built on just the
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will for the marriage, which in the end couldn't stop Mohammed from
wanting to replace me with Tani, thus putting me in the position of having
my whole life questioning the ethic of such marriage. But I value myself too
high to play a second fiddle in that circumstance. I am not against
polygamy per se. I am only against unjustifiable polygamy! The fact that
that kind of polygamy had been in my chart of fate would neither make me
detest men; nor would it make me have a permanent fear of marriage.
Thank God.
There is a kind of treatment that is suitable for particular people and
there is one that is not. If we could respect each other more than we did,
things would have been better. But I am glad we couldn't! If we had
pretended we would have only succeeded in strengthening thes act of
deceit that doesn't get one anywhere but frustration misery and lack of
purpose. I am glad I drew the line on time I am glad I did the right thing.
I am building a New Hope for myself. I shall look for no one but the
person who has the courage to respect the fact that woman ought to be
treated with consideration and respect. The ultimate justification of my
failure as a wife and mother lies on the fact that I got the wrong man.
What's the right way to look for the right man? I have asked myself
severally. I could look for the right man bearing in mind that the right
man means the man that cares for me and my feelings just as I would his.
Period. There is no need for me to agonize much over this sort of
thing, we just go out and do what we instinctively feel is right, and that's
that. But for other people, life is apparently not so simple. I know of a
divided human being who comes out strong as a conservative moralist
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but now spends years of his behaving like a radical. Contradictory
behaviour, or rather attitude. Both roles are "right for him, but at the same
time I can argue that both for various reasons are equally wrong. One has
to be ones self, not what people see oneself to be. Be truthful and honest
with ones self, that is.
Now, this is the sort of moral conflict that can drive people not
necessarily round the bend but certainty into a disturbed emotional state
of mind. And to me, one subject, which is taboo, is insanity. Patience has
its limits.
"What kind of woman are you, Rabiat? Ask Aunty Halima when I
told her that I am glad with the divorce.
´I am just somebody obsessed with keeping to myself.
´But how hard-hearted must Mohammed be to have Made you
so?µ she asks.
´ I am not saying he wasn't basically a good man, but what I am saying is
that he just wasn't a simple one ether "All men are not simple."
Look Aunty, be straightforward and face the reality instead of the
idealistic conception of matters. No easy in a way." People can be
complex; it's up to one to know with whom one is dealing with; it has to
be in an honest way that is where the simplicity lies.
"Rabiat, people have told me so, but I never witnessed men as simple till
today," she scolds. "I am sorry Aunty," I apologize. One can take the horse
to the river but one cannot make it drink water. So the saying goes. One
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can understand men, but that doesn·t make one triumphant over them,
except if they wish to cooperate.
October 1st
I had returned home from the market two months after my second
marriage to Mohammed I can recall... Because I got back from Kano late in
the night around nine oclock, I met the house a bit quieter than it used to
be because my mother had gone on a visit to her friend. While I was alone
in my room, I cried as I had felt very sentimental and thought over my
stay in Mohammed,s house during the past six months. I had remembered
an episode which managed to made me suffer from a low self esteem for a
long time. Since my brothers and sister are I a boarding secondary school I
felt unwelcomed except that I felt more at home than in Kano. I slept before
my mother got back.
The following morning I cried. Why I cried again the second time
was because I woke up to remember that episode very clearly and feel
something I found hard to explain. The episode was this: Mohammed had
traveled to Lagos with Tani without leaving any message for me. He had
asked the guard not to give me any of his car keys. I knew about
Mohammed's order, when I asked him for the keys to go to the hospital. As
I was feverish, and had to seek medication. The guard had looked at mesilently and pityingly and said. "Madam, oga said I shouldn't let you go out
with his car." I kept silent for some time and tears gatherd in my eyes. That
was when I realized how agitated I was, not just because I cried in front of
the guard, but because I didn't care that I was crying in front of him. I felt
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that the tears were the only consolable release from an intolerable
treatment. I went back inside, still crying and wondering desperately how I
was going to stop.
October 13th
Over the following week, various changes take place in me. I have started
observing my i dda h . Soon in two weeks time, it will be over. I could
marry if I wish to. Father has asked me to try and do something that would
make me useful to myself, like a good business, a befitting one.
"That should take off your mind from negative thoughts," he has
said. "You should do something to make your life worthwhile."
So there I am, the owner of a small shop not far from my father's house. Just
two minutes' walk.
What can I say? I am no longer unhappy but at the same time I am not
happy. I am leading a where happiness doesn·t have the same meaning
with the English dictionary meaning.
In Islam, a woman must legally wait three months after her divorce before
she could start seeing a suitor. So I waited.
Happiness continued but in the real sense of the word is not important.
Thank God, a satisfactory life does not depend on sheer happiness alonebut in contentment.. My father is helping me with some more money for
my business. I am doing a valuable work: 'tie-dying.' I am leading a
civilized life, one reasonably interesting, not an unrewarding life,
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considering all the suffering I had experienced in the past. I think that's
more than I have the right to expect.
Uwa is eventually getting married to Musi! When she informed me that herparents had given their consent after consulting her mother in Rigachukun,
I was happy for her. She'd told me as soon as she came back. I embraced
her with happiness.
"What did grandmother say?" I had asked Uwa. "She said we were lucky to
have each other as no one would have any of us differently," she answered
happily.Quite funny. Uwa says that grandmother has assured them that they could
stay in the house with her, since Musi hasn't got a house of his own. Uwa
tells me she has seen Mahmud today. I think to myself later in the night,
before I dose off, that I hope Mahmud will look for me. I hope I haven't lost
him. With Uwa's good news, I find myself brought face to face with a
subject I have never succeeded in mastering- my for Mahmud.
Suddenly, I bring out my diary to write. I start writing:
'H ea r ed o f Ma hmu d... For some time I realize that I am still
facing a blank page of my diary, and at once I pull myself together. It is
unlike me to give way to meandering thoughts, but I can only conclude
that remembering Mahmud has sent me down romantic avenues that have
no place in my rational world of hard facts and cool analysis.
One fact is that Mahmud can look for me, and another is he won't.
There will be a time to forgive me my unintended desertion, while on the
other hand he could forget about me since things don't always seem to be
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alright between himself and me. There is no fault of his if he decides to
forget about me in order to prevent himself from hurt again. On the other
hand, I love Mahmud; no doubt about it. I know that more than ever now.
He has been a patient and nice gentleman but fate was against our
relationship. Maybe? I am describing him as such because I can say
Mahmud is one of the rare men who can go back to a relationship 'with one
mind'. As the Hausas would say. He deserves my commendation. And if
he were to come back and give me another chance, he would deserve my
unconditional love, too. I .wish Mahmud would be strong in mind to come
back to me!
If Mahmud would want me again, tiresome for him as it is, I would
be a good wife regardless of his financial situation. One might think this is
not reality, that it is an idealistic idea. I know I dream a lot in my own time,
but to me Mahmud is my own reality, I also know that it is not easy to
maintain one's idealism as I am doing in hope of making it to be a reality. It
is not that easy. In a corrupt and cynical world, one has to be strong to go
against the wind. I've got to be determined. I have to look for a way to win.
If he had seen Uwa as she saw him he would have asked of me. I have to do
something. I've found that out for myself. I doze off unknowingly.
October 22nd '
The sky is bright blue and the birds in the sky are many. A warm
wind blows. It is ten days since I heard of Mahmud. I have told myself
that if two weeks elapsed and no message came from him, I would send
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someone with a note to him. I had found his address. So I debate whether
to write him or not. Of course, I must. There is no use pretending that my
life is okay without him. I must see him!
This afternoon I had my bath late. Just as I finish dressing up, there is
a knock on my door and Uwa comes m to tell me that Mahmud wishes to
see me Momentarily, I remain speeches, my mouth agape before I
answer, "Okay, tell him I'm coming."
I go to see him, in father's parlor. As soon as I see him, I sigh and pray
within myself. There he is, sitting quietly and holding a book.
"Mahmud!" I blundered, bearing him a welcoming, smile. It's a smile
to my first love and my last love.
He looks up, and then stands. His book drops to the ground.
"Rabiat!" He cries. Then, collecting himself, he says, "Pleased to see you
once again. How are you doing?"
I go and sit on the sofa, not far from him. I gesture him to sit down.
"l am fine, And you? Quite a long time," I answer. Just then Uwa
comes in with some c hi n c hi n and a drink.
I m u s t keep m y c ool. I warn myself.
After Uwa has gone, I start the conversation: "Mahmud, I didn't think
you would remember me again."
"You know I wouldn't forget you, no matter what. You are just
teasing," he replies, eyeing my printed caftan, which suits me well. There
is silence. I could see he still loves me. Or am 1 just dreaming? No,
Mahmud loves me still. That is the most important fact.
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"Mahmud," I begin, "if only you could understand..." He holds up his
hand to cut me off. "Spare me those apologies, I am tired of them. Simply
start at the beginning, and go all the way through to the end." No he's not
anxious.
"I want the truth, and nothing but the truth, and by God I intend to
know how everything that happened."
"Has it ever occurred to you that I had been reasonable with
Mohammed? Sometimes I wonder how people could build their
happiness on someone else's misery. I had to be his wife and do the right
thing..."
"But you were not his wife! You were just the woman foolish enough
to think that you were."
"Oh, bloody hell! Let's forget all that. I don't care about anything but
you."
Mahmud smiles, showing his even white teeth. T his is m y d r ea m
m an. I said in my mind. He looks quite handsome with his newly
acquired beard.
"I don't really understand why it's so... God knows that it is so. I don't
quite understand much of it. All I do understand is that life is too precious
and one wastes time doing things one does not want to do," I say.
I stop to stare at him. He locks quite eligible in his blue caftan and capto match. His silver plated wristwatch has done justice to his dressing,
what a personable man.
"You see..." I continue, and then pause.
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"Well, go on! What are you waiting for? Would you, can you will
you«? ´Of course, whatever you are asking. But I won't be deprived of
the truth. I love you. Yes, I wish to marry you! Of course, yes, but I have to
have guts. I have got one, of course but you had always made me hate it.
You might think I am weak in being angry, but I am not. It was because I
loved you, and I still do; that is why I am here. I had tried getting married
to some girl but it didn't work. I broke off the engagement."
"Where and when?" I ask, stirring with jealousy.
"In Birnin Yero."
"Nobody told me," I lie. Then I ask, "Why didn't you get on with the
marriage?"
"She wasn't my type. It was a match. She has go no brains, no
manners, no charm, no intellectual interest.s There's nothing that could
make her worthy to be my potential wife; the one thing that she has is
something that I shall be tired of in three month!"
I keep quiet.
"I hope this story has done nothing to you," Mahmud says.
But it does!
"Listen, Mahmud. You can't afford to wipe me off your slate, I know,
and if you can somehow manage to keep that handsome mouth of yours
shut for a moment, I will tell you the way things were in Kano."
"If you don't wish to know about my former engagement, why would I
want to hear about yours?" he enquired teasingly.
"Anyway, tell me!"
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Thereafter, I find myself telling Mahmud the absolute truth about my
second marriage to Mohammed. After listening he keeps quiet for some
time, then he says:
"Look, Rabiat, do you love me or not.'
"Of course, you know I do, Mahmud," I answer softly, looking at my feet.
"Then prove it by welcoming my proposal to you.
I want to marry you."
I look up at him, searching his eyes, feeling immensely glad, realizing that
our concern for each other has actually survived. And in this criticalinstant I see our friendship that had been bruised, battered and apparently
unbeaten, still shining amidst the ruins of our vows of marriage. I hear
myself saying love conquers all and everything.
"Friendship, like diamond is forever, says Mahmud smiling. "Apparently."
We all laugh heartily.
Then he says, "Try to experience some genuine happiness for a change.
You deserve it, Rabiat."
A few minutes later, he's gone.
I am too dazed with happiness to care that the visit has been so brief.
Moving briskly around the house like some housewife anxious to
welcome an expected guest, I go to my mother's room to tell her what has
happened.
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The following day, I wake up with the fact that I am really going to marry
Mahmud. Mother in her excitement, gives me a bear-hug.µ Thank God for
his mercy! She utters.
"Mama, her said he was ready to marry me and he did say it with
genuine admiration in his eyes "
Later in the evening, father comes back from Lagos. Mother tells
him about the situation.Afterward she comes to tell me that he has given
his blessings Those were exactly the words I wanted to hear. Much later I
go to welcome him back.
"I must say, begins my father as he pour some tea It a great relief to
me that you have got someone whom you love and understand and he
the same to you. However, if you wish to turn over a new leaf we will
say no more about the last marriage."
Not trusting myself to speak, I simply nod. I sat down on my bed to
watch the television so I can relax and think over things before Mahmudcomes. Yes, I must think and plan. My wedding is just around the corner,
I have to calculate and confer, balance and weigh assess and examine. In
fact, make a decision on how and how soon. What I would wear for
wedding ceremony, when the wedding luncheon should take place,
people to invite and so on.
Meanwhile, my mother, and aunties would make the decision
about exactly when, where how the ceremonies are going take place.
Since Mahmud has given the dowry, which was quite a moderate
amount (I had been handed the money since the day he came, as it is
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enjoined in Islam for the bride to spend or save what she wants to in her
dowry money) I have to start distributing the wedding cards tomorrow
if Mahmud brings them. I am sure Aunty Bilkisu is coming. And what
about A'isha? I guess she wouldn't be allowed to attend. I can imagine
Tani feeling relieved I am not going back to disturb what looks like their
peace, and Mohammed might be relieved I am not on his neck anymore,
as he would have said. Almost twelve years of near confusion. It was a
lifetime I am leaving behind, and such lifetimes are not easy to shed,
either mentally or physically, but I am trying to put it behind me.
More worrisome is my daughter... If at all I have to have a worthwhile
future, I should chase those thoughts out of my mind. It isn't easy, but I
will.
Am I setting myself a tiring task by wanting to go to Zaria to say
goodbye to my grandmother? No, that is the custom. It is true that there is
just a limited time to the wedding ceremony, a day after tomorrow, still Imust have grandmother's blessings even though father has keep her up
to-date everything.
So I decide to go today. Typical of grandmother, I meet her giving
Musi a piece of her mind while some relations, including Labaran, beg her
to keep her peace. "You know he is a humble, mannerless idiot." Labaran
says, looking at Musi accusingly.
The corners of my grandmother's mouth drop in surprise. She didn't
like Labaran's words for Musi. "He is not that bad or..." starts
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grandmother. I found that funny because grandmother insults Musi
anytime; but wouldn·t take it if anybody does.
"Come to the room.µ ´I shall not stay long today," I interrupt her
while I hold her hands and lead her to her room.
After I told her everything myself, excluding the engagement, since
she already knew about that, she asks if I love this Mahmud enough to
have a more pleasant marriage because she had become really
disappointed my last marriage.
"I do, grandmother." "Are you sure?"
"No one in her right mind, could choose a man like Mahmud to be
her husband without knowing what she is in for because he is a
straightforward person. The very idea of my not being his wife, ever since
sounds ridiculous."
"Okay, I give my blessings. What would you want me to prepare for
you?" she asks. "Anything you think fit and can afford," I assure her
knowing that grandmother is an expert in saving money, especially as my
father does send her much on weekly basis. .
As I come out to meet Shittu the driver, after having said goodbye to
grandmother, I meet Labaran outside, waiting for me.
Rabiat, aren't you going to my house today? He demands.
"No I am sorry Labaran, I have to rush back for preparations. My regards
to your wife. I hope to see day after tomorrow.
"Okay then, safe journey. Regards to everyone! As I make for the car, I
pause and regard him with some bloated seriousness.
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"Oh Labaran, what about your second marriage? Is it still on?" I ask with
shameless curiosity.
"No, I had made a mistake and had wanted to marry someone I
wasn't sure I knew. In fact, she had no sense of humor. I could not
imagine how I had once regarded her lack of humor as a charming
seriousness and at the terrible moment of truth I saw that I made a
mistake. Although I admired her many excellent qualities, I never really
knew her and would often dislike her very much. That was when I asked
myself first how much difficult it would be to marry and after I had
married her how long it would take to finish up with her" "It is not
fair on them both, I remark.
´ Sorry, what could I have done? I shall look for another,"
I am not worried about you, but I am worried about your wife at home
and the victim you promised to marry. You should imagine what hell
you have made them all go through. Take time off from your romantic
dreams and imagine what hell it's likely going to be for subjected them
all in a public display with the inscription of victim and villian round their
necks.
"Yes I wasn't deceiving any of them really. Labaran explained "I
intend to marry her, the victim or villian or whatever mean."
"Why yes of course you intend to marry her. A gentleman always
intends to marry the girl at first, doesn·t he? After all, he wouldn't be a
gentleman if he doesnt. I hope you would be sure to know what you
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want before frustrating your wife with just news. You have no idea
what women in that situation go through No idea at all
"I don't understand who are you for? Amarya, the
girlfriend or me?" he wonders with wide eyes.
"All of you," I finish, hurrying past him to the car.
I sit in the car and think. I have seen crucifixions m my time. First of all,
mine, Bebi, Amarya, Aunty Bikisu, so many others. The men go off
scot-free while the women end up cheated and distraught. Oh, I've seen
it all! So take my advice dear men, for our sake and most of all for God's
sake do stop being so bloody selfish and naive!
I arrive home to see Mahmud about to get into his car. ´Why, Mahmud,
you look so composed for a groom'" I observe as I walk up to him.
"I usually compose myself with tobacco smoke'" We laugh.
"I just came to see you," he says. "Okay, let's go in."
"No, just to see you. That's all. I have an appointment with the painter.
He has finished his job and might wonder where I am."
"Are you coming tomorrow?" I ask
'The house would be busy with visitors. I shall see you in the night,
maybe?" he suggests. "Goodnight then."
'Goodnight, my darling," says Mahmud
Much later in the night, as I get ready for bed after such a tiring day, I
remember that ¶G ood n ight, m y da r l i n g· .
Good night, my darling," I repeat again, imitating Mahmud s soothing
voice. Dizzy with sleep I remember all the dreams I had of my life.
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If I haven't been so sleepy I would have broken down and cried with relief
and happiness,
November 3rd
It is a cool November day, and the rain whips across the roofs. All doors
have been closed, while the owners of every house enjoy a warmer
atmosphere inside. I look out from the window. It's raining heavily. Today
is my wedding day and to me it is a blessing. Soon, the rain would stop.
The whole place appears to be waiting for something. Yes, after the rain
this afternoon, my engagement will take place; my wedding F a tih a .
Mine with Mahmud. Mine, with my love. The word echoes in my mind. I
am going to do what I wish to do at last. It has taken me twelve years but I
got there in the end. Who says patience doesn't pay? I am being my true
self, the self that had been denied me. "Laraba is on the phone," Uwa's
voice interrupts.Laraba has phoned to say she is coming, as I had told her it would be
excellent if Aminu would let her come. Then in comes Aunty Halima and
Aunty Bilkisu, bringing with them coolers from the bus they had hired,
containing some food and assorted delicacies.
I rise to go to Mama's inner room to welcome them after I put down the
telephone. . "Well," sighs Aunty Halima,"Here comes the bride!"
"Bless this marriage," mutters Aunry Bilkisu, looking at my mother.
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"Amen!" answers Mama. "We must change into drier clothes as ours are
wet," notes Aunty Halima as she heads for her small suitcase. After some
minutes, I excuse myself to go to have my bath. I come out of the bathroom
to meet Aunty Halima sitting and waiting for me in my room.
"You know, Rabiat," she says, not looking at me with my short towel
around me, "it had been a pleasant surprise. If there were any rewards
to be had for what you have gone through, it would be to have the kind
of husband whom you love and who loves you."
"I am so happy, Aunty, I couldn't be more pleased " "Yes, we all are," she
nods."We heard that he had been engaged but he broke it off. God had
already promised him to be your husband and you his wife."
"He had put that marriage or rather that engagement behind, as he told me
the first day we met again," I explain. "So he had told you himself?" "Yes,
aunty, he did."
"You must forgive us, Rabiat. We didn't know what hell it had been for
you, but now I understand."
"But of course I forgave you and anybody that never understood.
Why wouldn't I?" To bear a grudge would imply that I dislike and
resent most people, and I find it too tasking to do that. Grudge, envy
and the likes are unhealthy emotions I need to conquer and ignore if I
am to have a worthwhile life. Besides, bearing them is a behaviour that
is quite unbecoming of a realist.
I do smile when I remember how I had felt when Mahmud told me he had
been engaged. Although I knew the muscles of my face never betrayed
me, I had felt the knife of jealousy revolve below my heart. Yes, jealousy is
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a basic ' human instinct. It is a normal feeling, but when carried too far, it
is a destructive feeling. In fact, it is a feeling that is highly misused and
misunderstood to this day. How sad. November 6th
As I wake up, I know it's my wedding celebration day. My glance falls on
the photo of Mahmud and I on the dressing mirror. I smile because I know
how much easier it would be for me to join him in creating a new life which
bears no semblance to the old. I have been amazed by some changes
already. Mahmud has changed his car for another brand new. He has, had
our three-bedroom bungalow tastefully furnished. When I asked him if he
would allow me to work or do something that would give me a sense of
purpose, he said I should wait. When last I spoke to him on the subject, he
had said he was planning to open up a gift shop for me.
Mama and my aunties have gone to No.2, Turaki Road, where we shall be
staying with Mahmud. The furniture has to be arranged, the bed made, and
the kitchen stocked. All over our house there are clusters of boxes and
cartons.
In the evening I shall be led to my husband's house with limited pomp
and pageantry by relations, friends and inlaws.As a divorcee, the wedding
doesn't have to be any grand affair. Uwa will stay with me for some days to
help me sort my house. Her wedding to Musi would take place soon after
mine.My sister had been admitted to the University of Jos, so she will not be
here on this great day. She had phoned to say how she wished she was
present.
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I am happy she has changed her way of thinking about marriage now.
Recently she confided in me that with the right person it is the best thing
that could happen to a woman. She has matured with time.
I was relieved. As for my state of mind, I can see a bridge called 'Old Life'
passing me by. ¶New life· looming ahead of me. Which represents the my
new life. The bridge is smiling enticingly at me.
I survey the next generation carefully I believe that in Aisha,s time, there
would be much more understanding which would form the basis of a
good marriage. People would be more aware of what makes a good
marriage and ignorant of what the surface rule preches, i. e. beauty
opportunity and so on. In other words, living and wanting to relate
would depend on inside reason rather than the outside. If a man sees
what he wants in a woman, he shall go for her, no matter what and take
the consequences. We shall see better generations that are moreknowledgeable and more experienced.
The dinner party has been a grand affair with Laraba and Aminu, her
husband, sitting next to us. We are having a swell time. Next to them sit
Labaran and another girl I had never met. Labaran and his friend seem to
be arguing over the girl, or so it seems.
"Please Labaran, if you are not serious about this girl let her be." I over
hear his friend plead.
"What do you mean?" asks Labaran.
"Of course I do want her for myself."
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I ignore them and continue smiling at Mahmud
"For God's sake, Iro, I'm in love with her! What's the matter with you?"
Labaran almost shouts at his friend.
When I see he was sincere, I feel more baffled than ever,because I
can see now with perfect clarity that he isn,t the least in love, no
matter how much he wishes to be taken seriously.
My recent experience has helped me grow up. Even though Labaran is two
years older than me, my writer's obsession with characters is steadily
building up my perception of others. I look at Labaran again and recognize
a man in a muddle, one who hides all sorts of problems behind a mask. As
soon as most of the guests are gone, we get up from
where we are sitting and walk towards our car, with some few guests
behind us. What an evening! I sigh. Am I really being too optimistic if 1
write that I feel that my long-delayed happiness is about to begin? To me, I
am far from being optimistic. My marital happiness has begun and, God,
may it go on forever!
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November 7th
I must confess that the day I settle in my new home is my happiest on
earth. I feel somehow filled with excitement about the whole affair. So is
Mahmud. After the dinner party, we get into Mahmud,s new car and are
chauffeur- driven. As we sit at the back seat of the car, we look at each
other, relieved, with our hands tightly-clasped. Mahmud dons a white
caftan with a multi-colored Hausa cap while I wear a lace bou bou with
dotted, multi-colored roses. I must confess that everybody that sees us
comments on how compatible we look. As soon as we arrive at our new
house, we get into the parlor and sit down for some time. After a while,
Mahmud gets up and comes towards me, and I soon find myself face to
face with my husband« Then, we move into each other's arms and
embrace.
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I thi nk 1 h ave fi n ish ed g o i n g th r o ugh m y d i a r y. And this is
w h e r e I st op. So all alon g w h a t is m y t r uth a b o ut ? I t is a b o ut
look i n g f o r a s a tisf ac t o r y adj ustm en t t o s o m e u npala t a b le
f ac ts o f l if e. W h y b o th e r ? I s o m e tim e s a s k m y s el f . I j ust h ave
t o b e a r eal ist .
I im a gi ne people s ay i n g ¶O h don' t mi nd R a bi a t, sh e l i ve s i n a
f an t a s y wo r ld. May b e sh e is t r y i n g t o del u de people. D oe s sh e
eve r look l i ke s o m e b ody on su c h a c r ea ti ve high ? May b e sh e is
j ust st r i k i n g a b old po s e.
T h e an s we r is j ust this: I love t o w r it e.
My b ook is a b o ut ... Le t m e fi nd th e suit a b le wo r d. I t is a b o ut
r ede m p ti on. R ede m p ti on m ean s t o bu y b ack. I need t o bu y
b ack m y st a bi l it y. I sh o u ld bu y it b ack and r e sh ape it i n a way th a t wo u ld fit m y futu r e. T h a t·s ve r y r ea s ona b le , I thi nk.
I sh all fi nd a wand- b e i n g m y pen and keep m y cool a s I
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The end.