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    marcus Victoria
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    Ireoluwa Emmanuel
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    sorry dear,,, how is now Ur health???? but Abdul should please treat Amina well, she is not like her father

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    Episode 4

    Amina noticed how her eyes glowed as she spoke of love. Hajiya had never been married from the rumors she heard. Perhaps, she fell in love with a man who broke her heart.
    “You will take a cart to the great city of Kanem Dazau. Your husband shall collect you there.” Hajiya gave her more instructions.
    Amina rubbed her chin thoughtfully. She knew quite well she would be moving to the West. This meant that her journey would take her far away from the Great Plain. A bitter sweet feeling washed over her as the thought of the little town where she had built all her life. She would miss her father. She would miss Hajiya and some of her neighbors. She would miss walking through the tall grasses and reminiscing about the good times she shared with her mother.
    Yes, there was a lot to miss about Dafa. But she had already taken a decision. She would leave at the descent of dawn.
    “Thank you for helping me Hajiya.” Amina rushed forward and hugged the woman.
    “It’s nothing darling child. This is all I could do to help so you wouldn’t end up with Idris. The man is a monster in sheep clothing.” The woman whispered.
    Amina quickly pulled her niqab back, “how did you know about that?” She didn’t remember telling anyone about her father’s plan to marry her off to his old friend.
    Hajiya shrugged, “Dafa may have many dwellers, but it is a small town. The walls have ears. Nothing can be hidden from the sun.”

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    Amina had found it very difficult to sleep at night. She stayed awake thinking of what her new husband would be like. Was Mallam Hazim a good man? Was she making a mistake by running away from Dafa?
    While watching the stars at night, Amina noticed that the moonlight was slowly fading, and the sun was trying to descend. Dawn had crept in like a thief. This was her only opportunity to leave the house.
    Quickly, she rushed to her trunk and pulled out a pen and a dirty sheet of paper. She would write her father a letter; this would help him understand why she had to leave and quench any fear he could have about Amina being hurt.
    Her hands trembled as she scribbled the first sentence. In a few hours, she would start a new life with her new husband.

    Abdul couldn’t believe his mind could be preoccupied with something else, other than Fatma’s untimely departure. At first, he thought he was just drawn to the beautiful woman on the photograph. But days passed, and his admiration was becoming an obsession.
    “Amina…” her name sounded sweet to his ears.
    He had kept the paper Hazim had brought him in the barn some weeks back in a special place. Though he was yet to set eyes on Mallam Tukur’s daughter, he had a feeling she wasn’t as treacherous as her father. Something about her sparkling eyes drew him to her. It was a like the scent of water, to a thirsty deer.
    His days were no longer dark and gloomy. His spirit was no longer broken. He had found the perfect distraction, and he couldn’t wait to set eyes on her. A devious smile danced at the corners of his mouth at the kitchen table. He was having breakfast with his trusted friend, Hazim.
    “What are you smiling about?” Hazim caught Abdul’s impish smile from the corner of his left eye.
    “And why is the master in the kitchen? Where are Nabila and Keerna?” Hazim asked after the maidservants.
    “I wasn’t smiling.” Abdul denied. He shrugged.
    “I told them to take some time off for the Salah celebration.” He quickly added.
    Hazim had never seen his friend this happy since the loss of his wife. Without Abdul telling him the truth, he could tell the reason for that devilish smile.
    “If you are thinking of using the poor girl in your game of revenge, forget it.” Hazim pointed a finger at him.
    Hazim knew that Abdul’s aversion for Mallam Tukur and Idris was deep. Well, no one on this side of Kanem Dazau really liked Tukur or Idris. They had lost five men at the Dafa cattle war. And Tukur was to be blamed for everything.
    “Is it so bad if I try?” Abdul tossed a date into his mouth.
    “I know Tukur hurt you. But that was many years ago. You cannot take out your anger on an innocent girl. She probably wouldn’t know you and her father had a feud, years back.” Hazim advised.
    Abdul considered his words for a moment, “what if she is a betrayer like her father?”
    Hazim could see Abdul had made up of his mind about the revenge.
    “Well, whatever you do remember I paid for Amina in my name. I could always return her to her hometown if you treat her badly. But I know you won’t.” Hazim smacked his gloved hands together and tossed his cowboy cap on the head.
    Aminawould be joining the ranch in a few hours and he would be the one to pick her.
    “Why do you think I wouldn’t revenge?” Abdul was curious.
    “Because you’re a good man,” Hazim strolled out swiftly after his response. He left Abdul to ponder on the words he’d spoken.
    Abdul’s appetite fled as he thought on the words. A dark cloud rested upon him as a memory flashed. Fatma had said the same words to him on one occasion. She had confessed that his kindness and forgiving heart had won her love. Hazim’s confession had brought back more memories of his days with Fatma.
    A soft ache rose from his belly and travelled to his heart. Abdul was still a broken man, and he needed someone to fix him.

    Amina quickly stepped off the cart with her trunk and waited by the roadside for her new husband to pick her. The picture of Mallam Hazim was tightly clasped between her small fingers, as she searched the sea of men that stood at a shade after the roadside.
    Perspiration poured in patches on her back and on the bridge of her nose as she waited for the man. Was it going to take forever to pick her up from the train station? Amina grabbed her trunk and started towards the shade. She would find a seat there and wait for the man.
    A feeling of respite washed over her as she realized she had left Dafa for good. Her father would get her letter, and she planned to write him more just to know he was fine. But she was never going back home. She was bound to Kanem Dazau, she felt free and happy.
    She liked it here. The weather was cooler, the sun was milder, and the air smelt of different flowers.
    Hazim had spotted Amina right from the moment she’d gotten off the train. But he had bumped into one of Kanem Dazau’ finest farmer and they’d been discussing something really important. After the conversation, Hazim marched towards the frowning Amina.

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    BUKOLAMI
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    Amina

    Hope you find happiness there

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    @ifeoluwa Emmanuel
    Am fine thank you

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    I pray Abdul loves u and forget about the past

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    Episode 5

    She was even more beautiful in person than in a picture. Her green eyes were little coals of fire. They could pierce into the darkest places of a man’s mind. Mallam Tukur’s daughter was a paragon of beauty. And Hazim had a feeling that Abdul wouldn’t resist her good looks. The thought of his friend finding love again, made him excited.
    “Amina!” He bellowed as he reached her.
    He almost stumbled when she heard someone call her with a strange accent. When she looked up, she recognized him at once. It was Mallam Hazim, her husband.
    The Kanuri’s spoke Fulani in a strange accent; this surprised her.
    “You are very pretty.” He took off his cap and searched her eyes deeply.
    Amina didn’t know how to respond, she blushed.
    “Don’t be shy of me. Prepare for the one who needs to see those crimsoned cheeks.” Hazim chuckled and collected the box from her.
    His response didn’t sit well with her. It confused her.
    “What?” Amina stuttered.
    “Oh, I forgot to tell you.” Hazim paused in his steps.
    “Tell me what?” She felt something clog her throat. She didn’t like the look on the man’s face.
    “I am not your husband. I only paid for the matchmaking.”
    Amina’s inside swirled in confusion on hearing this. Her heart broke into a wild race.
    “I don’t understand, if you aren’t my husband, who is?”
    “Mallam Abdul.”

    Amina couldn’t believe her ears. This was the most ludicrous arrangement she had ever heard off. If this Abdul man really wanted a wife, why didn’t he come and pick her himself? He seemed like a very cocky person and Amina began to regret her elopement.
    The ride on Hazim’s horse was quiet. The man hadn’t said anything to her; neither did she bother him with any question. Something bothered her deep down, but she couldn’t voice it out.
    The name, “Abdul,” wasn’t novel to her. Her father had always spoken of a man who sabotaged his chances of owning a ranch like Idris. They had been engaged in a War, and some of Abdul’s men had died. She had never taken the story seriously, because her father had become a vindictive man.
    However, if her husband was the same Abdul, then she may just have gotten herself into a trap. She quivered at the thought of being married to someone who hated her family. He would treat her worse than Idris would have treated her.
    One thing was certain; if her husband was the same man her father spoke about, she would flee Kanem Dazau, first thing in the morning.
    ***
    Abdul had been staring out the window of his room from the time Hazim had left to fetch his new bride. If Fatma had been here, she would have told him to forgive Mallam Tukurand move on with his life. She had been the sweetest person he’d ever met. He would always live his life, the way she would’ve wanted him to. Mallam Tukur had offended him, and not his daughter. Maybe marrying Tukur’s daughter was revenge enough. It was time to let go of the past and face the future.
    His heart leapt when he sighted the beauty on the horse. She wore a green dress, with a silver scarf upon her head. Abdul found it hard to breathe as she came off the horse and took off her scarf. Waves of thick raven hair tumbled upon her small shoulders. Her sparkling eyes were the finest he had ever seen.
    Amina had stepped into his Ranch. Abdul had a feeling he would never be the same again. He moved away from the window and decided to do the right thing. It would take him time to get over Fatma, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t be friends with the delectable petite woman.
    “Welcome to Lord Abdul’s Ranch.” Hazim dragged her trunk and led her towards the main house.
    But Amina wasn’t paying attention to him. She was fascinated by the lush green vegetation of the ranch and the little spring she spotted ahead. This place was a lot different from Dafa. She felt at home and alive. This was strange for her.
    “Master Abdulwould be eager to see you,” Hazim continued, he wore a mischievous smile, knowing that no sane man could resist someone like Amina. Not even “grieving,” Abdul.
    She cleared her throat and riveted her mind back to something that bothered her. Though she liked her new environment, she wanted to meet the owner of the ranch first. She wanted to set eyes on her husband. Only then, would she take a final decision.
    The duo hadn’t reached the entrance when Abdul stepped outside of the house. Amina felt her neck stiffen as she locked eyes with him. He was far more attractive than Hazim. He stood tall like a tree. His body was firm and lean. Like her, he had black hair, only that his’ was short. It was the darkness and the broodiness in his eyes that allured her.
    They possessed an ancient sadness. His eyes were unhappy and sorrowful, but still attractive. Amina had never experienced this sort of thing, but a yearning arose within her. She desired to comfort him; to be with him, to be his friend. Why was Abdul so sad?
    “Um, let me drop your trunk inside.” Hazim cleared his throat and hurried past the lovers. He noticed the way they looked at each other. It was too soon to assume, but Ander knew they would end up together.
    Abdul was spellbound by her beauty. Her green orbs carried words of softness, consideration and kindness. How could she possess the same aura as his Fatma? He found it difficult to utter a word in her presence. She was his goddess, and he was enthralled.
    Amina was the one that broke the magnetic gaze and she cringed at the first words that popped out of her mouth.
    “Are you the enemy of my father?”

    Hazim dragged the boxes into the house and towards the room that had been specially made for Amina Tukur. He was excited that his old friend Abdul was starting to crawl out of his shell. After the death of Fatma, Hazim had feared that Abdul would lose his mind to depression. But now that the attractive Amina had come, he was rest assured that Abdul would be fine.
    “Where are you going with those boxes?” A sharp female voice called out to him.
    Hazim recognized the voice at once. In the whole Ranch, there were just two women; Keerna and Nabila. Nabila was the senior cook and a milk maid. Keerna washed the clothes of Abdul and some of the cow boys. These two were very close friends and they spent their time gossiping about the happenings in Kanem Dazau and the handsome men in the ranch.

    To be continued…

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    hese two were very close friends and they spent their time gossiping about the handsome men in the ranch.

    Huh? do women still do in this 21st century?

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