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So, this is Isaac Ola. I would introduce him but I’d rather have his work do so.
Safiya was fidgety, looking forlorn with the zit on her left side temple dancing to an unknown drummer. She sighed heavily as she looked up to the grandfather giant wall clock and a lone tear drop unconsciously escaped from her eyes and trickled down her well made-up face. What happened to her and how will she explain her situation to her father? Something had to be done before it became too late. It was actually becoming too late as the sun had started taking it stroll toward setting and darkness was gradually encroaching on, and enveloping her world.
Casting her mind back, she remembered how it all started in the recess of her father’s compound hidden from the main building. Her Maalim1 was the only person of the opposite gender that was permitted into the hermit-like abode of the females in the vast compound. The young but virile Maalim whose name she did not even know deceived her into allowing him to touch her sensitive part with holy fervor and fear as his instrument of getting her submission. She was actually supposed to cry out or ask her father to change her Quranic teacher but the touch left her with a bitter sweet experience, the kind one wants a repeat of; the kind that chains the commonsensical and awakens irrationally unhealthy desires.
Safiya stayed put and allowed the godless religious teacher invade her privacy. That decision to not totally discourage or report the Maalim is one she has now come to rue as she is left with the craving for what should not be mentioned among her age mates, even in this so called jet age. She was hell bent on milking the best from him even when her rational mind kept telling her to flee. How to explain her present state to her husband on her wedding night, a few hours away, was now a burden. “How do I tell him that I am no better than a slut, at just sixteen years old? How?”, she queried no one in particular.
Shehu, though the dream guy of all the young eligible spinsters in his community, is suffering from a serious medical condition he is unable to disclose to any mortal. The consequence of disclosing the ailment has far reaching results, beyond what his mind can bear.
The only son of the reigning Emir2 of Kandol, a town in the north east part of the country, Shehu had the best in terms of education. His was where the children of the nouveau riche and the influential were schooled. They were well exposed and introduced to different things, both the good and the not so good.
Introduced to the way of the world by his teacher at a tender age shortly after his tenth birthday, Shehu had involved himself in different things that have shaped him and has several bearings on what his life has turned into.
Here he is, on a day that is supposed to be the happiest of his life so far, a day that is looking to be anything but the happiest. Culture demanded that he marries a virgin. After the ceremony in the day, he is expected to bring out a blood stained white handkerchief on the first night of the marriage. This was to signify his manhood and his wife’s purity.
How will he explain that his manhood is as dead as Pharaoh’s mummified corpse? In one of his escapades during his wild days, he contracted a sexually transmitted disease which has rendered him practically impotent. He looked up and a tear drop escaped his well-rounded aquiline face as he weighed his options.
1 Maalim – Hausa/Arabic
2Emir – Traditional ruler in Northern Nigeria
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