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    Episode 2

    Amina knew she had to be careful with the old man. Mallam Tukur would do anything to have the ranch he had always wanted, including selling her off to a man she hated. Even though he’d wanted to give her in exchange for some horses; she wouldn’t have a problem with that. Her only worry was that the man in question was Idris, Dafa’s finest womanizer.
    She had never been with a man before. But she had always wished to have a blissful and quiet marriage like that of her parents. She wanted to be with a man who loved and cherished her. And not some middle aged philandering man.
    She hated to think there was no way out of this. If she remained in Dafa, her father would never stop talking about Idris. And the next thing that would follow would be his incessant nagging and complaining of her refusal to do his bidding.
    “Hajia,” a sigh escaped Amina as an idea presented itself to her. She had to be prepared for what was coming her way.
    Apart from ranching and farming, Dafa was known to have the highest number of matchmaking houses. A lot of young women from the poorer families were ready to get fixed with men who would take care of them. This eased the burden on their families. The most famous house belonged to HajiaUraira, and she was popularly known as “Hajia.”
    The old lady was Amina’s friend. In fact, she had advised Amina to try putting herself up for a potential mate, but the idea sounded ridiculous to Amina. But now, she was having a rethink. She’d rather be married to a total stranger, than someone like Mallam Idris.
    Amina peeled herself from the window and hurried to a wooden trunk, where she kept her special dresses and pictures. Without waste of time, she pulled out her finest picture. She had taken it when she was just nineteen. Dafa had been visited by some photographers who were interested in taking pictures of the rural dwellers.
    “Excellent,” her eyes twinkled as she stared at her image. She would follow her father to Idris’ ranch first; and if things didn’t work out well. She would have no choice but to put her picture up, in search of a husband.

    The ride to Mallam Idris’ ranch was quiet. Tukur said nothing to Amina and she remained silent. He couldn’t wait to show off his exquisite daughter to his old friend, Idris. He knew quite well that Idris favored light skinned women. And his daughter was perfect for him.
    It wasn’t long before they sighted the wooden gates that caved the ranch in. Tukur’s heart thudded with excitement. It was only a matter of time, before he owned a ranch as enormous as this. He brought the horse to a halt as they reached the ranch.
    “Be nice Amina, having our own ranch depends on us now.” Tukur announced.
    “Yes father,” Amina nodded.
    The men on Idris’ ranch glared lustfully at Amina as she got down from the horse. She was the prettiest woman they had ever seen. Her petite figure added to her allure. She wore a yellow dress, which clashed with the greenness of her eyes. Her black curls tumbled in waves down to the middle of her back. She had a small waist, and ample bosom whose peaks were incredibly smooth and creamy. Her father had told her not to wear a niqab.
    “Where is your master?” Tukur asked one of the men. He had come to the ranch several times, so they knew who he was.
    “Erm, he is in,” the man stuttered as he peered on at Amina.
    Amina gritted her teeth angrily as she strolled towards the bungalow with her father. She could feel the lusty eyes of the wranglers on her small frame. They were definitely undressing her in their minds.
    “You are a beauty like your mother. See how they all adore you. Idris will not refuse my offer.” Tukur’s smile was satisfactory. He loved the confusion that Amina’s beauty caused in the ranch.
    They hadn’t reached the entrance of the bungalow, when a pot bellied man stepped outside with a scowl on his face. He was short, stout and the sides of his face were covered with white hairs. He looked like he was about to burst. Mallam Idris had come out to punish some of his wranglers for disobeying his orders, but the sight of Tukur’s fine daughter; all his anger fled.
    “Tukur?” Idris got rid of the scowl and surged forward. He remembered Amina’s face quite well. She was one of the finest women in Dafa who had refused his advances.
    “What a long time Idris.” Amina’s father moved closer to his friend and they hugged each other, like old friends would do. Amina stood quietly and watched their exchange. She ran her eyes over the big bungalow and the ranch. It seemed AIdris had taken half of Dafa for himself. She was impressed by his hard work and industriousness, but she could never marry him.
    Idris was yet to say a word to her. Instead, he decided to show her father around the ranch, while she waited for him.
    Angrily, Amina began to stamp her feet. She quickly pulled out her picture from the little purse she carried with her. She couldn’t wait to hear the outcome of this visit.
    After what seemed like eternity, Idris returned with her father to where she had been waiting. While taking a tour on Idris’ ranch, Tukur had gone straight to the point of his visit. He wanted his daughter to be Idris’ wife, in exchange for some horses.
    “My beautiful one…” Idris flashed a smile and advanced towards Amina, who quickly got on her feet.
    Without her permission, he grabbed her wrist and placed a soft kiss upon it.
    “I always knew that we were meant to be together. Your father has stated your wishes to be my wife. I do not object. I will be travelling to Qabir shortly, to purchase a finer breed of cattle. Once I return, we shall have our wedding.”
    “Hmm,” Amina forced a smile that hurt her chin. So, her father had been serious about this eh? She couldn’t wait to get home. She was paying Hajiya a visit, and that would solve this problem.
    Tukur felt happy that Amina played along and answered all of Idris’ questions.
    “I told you she wanted you. My daughter is a well bred woman.” Tukur showered praises on Amina.
    Idris nodded in agreement, “she would make a fine bride.”

    Idris’ journey was going take a month, and this had given Amina all the time in the world to execute her own plan. After they had reached home, she had told her father of the need to fetch water from the stream before it got dark. He believed her and let her go.
    Amina wasn’t going to any stream. She quickly hid her bucket in the tall grasses, and hurried towards the Dafa Market Square where she would find the matchmaker. She had to escape this marriage by all means possible. Idris wasn’t a good man, and she wasn’t prepared to be one with him in marriage.
    The woman sensed a stranger by the entrance of her house. She had been going through the fixtures of the previous months. Young ladies flooded her house every day, in need of a mate. And she made a lot of money from their visits.
    “Who is there?” She quickly dropped one of the catalogues she held, and pulled on her Hijab and rested against the chair. Hajia had been working since morning; maybe the entrance of this stranger would help her relax.
    Amina took a deep breath and glared at the picture in her hands. Once she was in that catalogue, there wouldn’t be any going back. She would be free from her father’s hold, and from Idris’ grip.
    “It is I, Amina Tukur.” She released the breath she held slowly and gently.
    Hajia’sthick brows contorted, “come on in sweet little thing. Why stand by the door? You’re no stranger to me.”

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    Episode 3

    mina smiled and strolled in casually. Certainly, she wasn’t a stranger to the old woman. She moved straight to Hajiya’s desk and gave her a peck on the cheek. This made the woman very happy. She had always favored Amina right from childhood. Amina’s mother had been a good woman, and everyone in Dafaloved her. Sadly, her husband’s attitude had changed since her death.
    Hurriedly, Amina dropped her picture on the desk.
    “I want to be in the catalogues, as soon as possible.” Amina bit her lip and avoided the old lady’s penetrating gaze.
    Hajiya smiled, “I won’t ask for the reason you’re doing this. I’ll make sure you end up with a good man, alright?” She waved a finger over Amina’s face.
    “Thanks for helping me Hajiya. I don’t know what I’d do without you.” Amina felt relieved. She couldn’t wait to get out of Dafa. Hajiya was happy that she could help.

    A dark haired man leaned on the rails that prevented the horses from leaving the barn. He tried to get rid of the numbing pain by staring at his animals. All his life, he had worked so hard to make a name in the ranching business, and he had. Mallam Abdul’s ranch was the largest Ranch in Kanem Dazau. His only regret and pain was that the wife of his youth, Fatma had two years ago. They had struggled together, and built the ranch from the dust.
    Now she was no more, and his world had been plunged into darkness. Three years after Fatma’s departure from a brief illness, Abdul had found it difficult to move on. If not for the help of his devoted workers, the ranch would have fallen. He had gone into his shell, and wouldn’t speak to anyone. He was now a shadow of his old self.
    While staring at the horses, and listening to the call of the wind, a sharp voice interrupted his moment of solitude. It was the voice of Hazim, one of his cowboys.
    “Abdul!” Hazim rushed forward with a paper in his hand.
    Hazim had been his oldest companion on the ranch. Right from the beginning, Ander had always been by his side. He was second in command.
    “I got something for you.” Hazim moved closer.
    “Go away Hazim, we’ll talk later.” Abdul grumbled.
    “No, this is important. You should see it.” Hazim offered Abdul the paper.
    Abdul swirled round and grabbed it from him. He unrolled the paper and glanced at it. The creases on his forehead came together in a frown and he scoffed.
    “A match made bride?” He scoffed.
    “Fatma has been gone for too long. You should consider having another woman by your side.” Hazim replied.
    Abdul glared at the beautiful picture. She was young and full of life. Her eyes had fire in them. For the first time in three years, he noticed a woman who was far more attractive than Fatma, to catch his attention.
    “Should I send for her?” Hazim cocked his head to one side.
    “Amina Tukur from Dafa. She is not Fulani but a Shuwa. This explains her peculiar looks.” Abdul’s heart skipped. Could it be the same Tukur that betrayed him many years ago?” He decided to confide in his friend.
    Hazimr grabbed the paper from him and stared at the young woman.
    “I think this could be Mallam Tukur’s daughter.”
    Abdul chuckled softly; maybe it was time to exert revenge of the traitor after so many years.
    “Pay for her, she will be my bride. Through her, Mallam Tukur would be brought to his knees.” He whispered before leaving the barn.
    Hazim remembered the cattle war at the Dafa Valley. He had a sick feeling of bringing an innocent girl into this game. But he had no choice but to send for her as Abdul had commanded.
    He had been there, when Mallam Tukur had connived with the greedy Idris to steal Abdul’s grazing portion. Hazim hoped that the woman in the picture wasn’t anyway related to Tukur.
    “The marriage would be a disaster ”
    Back at Dafa, Amina was getting nervous. Hajiya was yet to give her feedback after her submission, and she had only two weeks left before the return of Mallam Idris. She lived in agitation for many days, but her fears came to an end one sunny Tuesday afternoon.
    Amina had gone to the local market to sell her father’s wares as usual. While calling on buyers to check out the farm produce, a little boy rushed towards her and tossed a paper on her lap.
    “Abu! Wait….” Amina grabbed the paper and rose to her feet.
    “Hajya asked me to fetch you. Now come on!” The little boy scurried through the streets of the market square. Amina’s heart leapt with joy and expectation as she glared at the dirty brown paper in her hand.
    This was it; she was finally leaving Dafa to start a new life. She finally had the freedom that she needed. Without hesitation, Amina grabbed the paper and hurried after the little boy. It was only a matter of time before she got on the train to the place where her husband would be.
    “Salam! You sent for me.” Amina sauntered into the office.
    The old lady, who’d been busy reading her Quran, dropped the Holy book and glared up at her visitor.
    “Did you read the paper at all?” She chuckled as she noted the look of excitement on Amina’s pretty face.
    Amina shook her head, “I just couldn’t wait to see you.”
    “Open it,” Hajiya pointed at the paper, and Amina calmly obeyed.
    One Mallam. Hazim Isram had paid for her. From the faint picture in the background, she could tell he wasn’t a very handsome man. He wore his hair long, and he had a crooked nose. The man was probably in his early forties.
    “Don’t you like him? He paid handsomely for you.” Hajiya pulled out a purse and showed Amina some money.
    She wasn’t thrilled about meeting Mallam Hazim Isram her husband. But the thought of fleeing Dafa and avoiding a marriage of convenience with Mallam Idris made her happy.
    “He isn’t a very fine man Hajiya.” She folded the paper and smiled.
    The old woman burst into a laughter that was crackling to the ears.
    “You have much to learn child. What matters in love isn’t about a man’s looks, but the way he treats you.”

    Sorry for the last post
    I was sick
    2 episode as compensation
    Thank you

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    Sorry dear hw is your health now?

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    Amina if u asked me; I see no difference in what u are doing, u still doing a contract marriage…

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    and What country is this story… and secondly it not like a 21st century story

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    enjoying this story, Amina hope u are not running from frying pan and jump inside fire

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