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TWENTY-SIX

It was Friday and the week had been one of the worse for Nadia. She had received the bad news of Naairah’s uncle, Addy’s father a few days ago. She had also received the news of Hayat getting married to a second wife.
She could understand why Hayat’s mother would take such a decision within a short period of time. Nadia did not know that Hayat was Adnan.
Naairah never revealed such sensitive parts of Adnan’s secrets to her. She let him remain as Hayat.
Aminu’s body was shattered so they picked what they could from the debris and buried him. Adnan became suspicious. He wondered where Addy was because it seemed no one could reach him. What happened after they left California?
Who killed Aminu and why?

Nadia was just trying to get over all that when she was reminded of her wedding. And she saw preparations. Jamil had not called her since that day. He was trying to stay away, avoid causing trouble.
This was the worst period of her life. She had been crying and they kept telling her that she would get over it. They felt because it was not an arranged marriage from the first time, and she loved Lawal, things would change if Lawal changed.

No!

She was in love with someone else. She was not angry at Lawal, or scared of going back. She did not love him anymore. No matter how good he was with her, her heart was with Jamil.
The wedding preparation was meant to be quiet but somehow it leaked. Her father decided to buy a new set of furniture, kitchen appliances, electronics, bed and other things for her. He wanted to make her happy.

Lawal brought twenty boxes of ‘lefe’, trying to impress her.
She watched in dismay as women filled the house, happily preparing food, frying meat, cooking varieties of food. Naairah was there with her all through. She too was going through a time but she tried to hide her pains.
It was painful for a woman to be told that she could not give birth to a child and to make it worse…a second wife was coming. This was the time faith was needed most.
It was just a few hours to the wedding. She sat in her room with Naairah. Then she felt she had to talk to Jamil…..even if it was for the last time. She had resisted that for long. She could not hold it any longer.







He sat alone on a hill watching the city of Abuja from the top. He had a bottle of water which he needed after the climb. He was sequestered yet he felt too close for comfort.
It was Friday!
Nadia was being taken away.
He never thought he could cry over a girl until he met Nadia. He never knew he could lose appetite, become so withdrawn and found it difficult to relate. He would stay in his room, go to work, come back, stay in his room, or come here to sit down.
He just dated Nadia for one week but it became a part of his life. He could not believe she was going.
Tears.
Be a man!
He could not.
He could not !
Something big was leaving him.

Then he heard a phone call. He saw her number and hesitated.
Should he pick it? It was Nadia.






Nadia was perturbed. She had called him eleven times but he did not pick. Why? She wanted to hear his voice for the last time. Okay, she knew it was wrong and maybe he was trying to avoid a situation.
Please pick it……
He picked.
She felt her blood pressure increasing, her heart beating more rapidly and her hands shook.
They were both silent for a few seconds. No one spoke. Each of them seemed to be afraid of talking.

“ This will make it worse for me.” He broke the silence. “ Peace be unto you, from the day you were born to the day you will leave this world.”

“Ameen and same to you.” She said in a little above whisper. “ I am sorry I called. I could not resist it anymore. I am just a few hours away…..I had to hear your voice. How are you?”

“I am fine.” He said but she knew he was not. She heard the voice of a broken man.

“Where are you right now?”

“ I am on a hill top at Garki.”

“What? why?”

“Nothing.”

“Have you eaten?”

“Yes.”

“I ask you to tell me the truth between you and Allah.”

He paused.


“No.”

“No? When last did you eat?”

“ I had dinner last night: cornflakes and I have been taken water.”

“Oh my God! Jamil!”

“ Nadia I have no appetite. I pray I should get over this. I am just so vague, so blank and shattered. Hearing your voice just makes it worse. But I am still praying. I just hope you will be alright. That would be a consoling factor. You don’t deserve to be treated badly by anyone. May Allah bless your union…..”

He heard a crashing sound, as if the phone dropped and he heard someone shout,”Inna lillahi wa’inna ilaihi raji’un!”

The phone was still on when he heard people screaming.

“Nadia! Nadia!” Jamil screamed, knowing he was not going to get an answer, he began to jump down like a man chased by mountain lion.






Lawal was dressed in a very expensive babanriga, wore a black cap and admired himself before the mirror. Three of his friends were waiting for him in the living room. The types women called munafikai ( Hypocrites).
When a man tried to get a second wife, all of his friends become munafukai.

Sa'ima came out of her new room, passed by to the kitchen without a word to them. She went and put on her Ayatul khursiyu. It seemed there were many devils around. No evil shall conquer her. She would chase all of them away.

" Good afternoon, Aunty Sa'ima." Umar, one of Lawal's friends greeted.

" Yauwa," was all she said.

" Is it afternoon already?" Bala, another friend said.

"It is two minutes past eleven." Hameed replied.

" It will soon be time for Zuhr." Umar said, "you know it is immediately after zuhr."

"Bastards! I know you never liked me!" Sa'ima burst. " You will all die by zhur . My Ayatul khursiyu will always be with me, you will die by Zuhr. Keep instigating him. Look at them, like those cast for comedy auditioning."

"Haba Aunty Sa'ima." Umar said . " You are his number one. It was fate..."

" I know I am his number one. But you people would not mind your business. Why did you not stop him from getting married if you are good friends?"

" Because we did not stop him from getting married to you." Bala said. "And we all looked like those been cast for comedy that day but you kept smiling at us, saying we tried."

" That is your business!" She said angrily. " I don't care! I don't ...."she began to cry.

It was at that moment Lawal came out.

"May God protect the bride!" Umar said.

Lawal was beaming with smiles. He felt more excited than the first time he got married to her. He was not at the verge of losing her then.
Then he received the call that changed the mood.

" What? When ? Now?....which hospital are they taking her to?......Okay."

Lawal began to shiver.

" Nadia just collapsed. She is being rushed to hospital as I speak."

"Inna lillahi!" Bala exclaimed. " We have to leave then."

They rushed out.

" My Ayatul khursiyu will never fail me, munafikai!" Sa'ima said after them. " Lawal that marriage will never take place. You are stuck with me for life, dan kutumar uba!"





Lawal and his friends arrived the hospital to meet her father, mother, Naairah and some of the family members all looking agitated. Lawal was looking very confused, almost in tears. He began to ask what happened.
Rukayya, one of Nadia's cousins offered him an explanation.

"She was in the room with her friend, Aunty Naairah. They said she was making a call when she just dropped and collapsed, gasping for breath. We were giving up on her. It was then I rushed in as Aunty Naairah was screaming, calling for help. Then she was rushed out. I picked up the phone."

"Ya Salam! What is the situation now?"

"They said she has fallen into a state of coma."

"What?"

'" She is not responding to stimulus. What kind of bad luck is this? She has never had this type of attack."

Lawal grimaced.

" Let me see the phone. I hope it is not one criminal she told me was threatening her."

"What? Take the phone."

Lawal collected the phone. Thank God it was not locked. He checked her call history and saw her last call.

He felt a sudden flow of anger in him.
She saved it as 'soul mate'.

He dialled the number and a man picked. He recognized Jamil's voice. He switched off the phone in anger.

The doctor came out, looking not too radiant.

" What really happened? She was obviously traumatized. Psychological affected and it affected her blood pressure. She is lucky to be breathing at this point. She had a heart failure." he asked. Before Naairah could explain, Lawal said, " she was on a call. Someone may have triggered the heart attack. She is less than twenty-five. Why does he want to end her life so soon?" He said and his eyes became filled with tears.

"Who?" Professor Abubakar asked.

" She was on a call with Jamil when it happened. She complained that he was threatening her."

Naairah grimaced. Was Lawal this low? Was he so desperate?

" What do you mean by that? She Called him. He refused to pick until after about twelve calls."

"Yes, she wanted to beg him to leave her alone."

" What? I was right there...."

"Yes, we know Jamil is with you. He meets her in your house. You know what is going on. We are talking about her health here. She does not have a record of high blood pressure. How come she got an attack while talking to him?"

" Who is more qualified to give her a high blood pressure than you who subjected her to the most inhumane treatment in your house? If Nadia has any problem in this world it's you. If there is anything that sooths her, it's Jamil. He will be the last person to give her a heart attack. He saved her when you divorced her and led her to an accident. He thought her how to smile again...."

" I am sorry, this is the wrong place for this." The doctor said, feeling uncomfortable. " I sent for a specialist. A psychologist to be precise. I hope she comes out of the unconsciousness real quick."

It was at that time Jamil rushed into the hospital. He had gone to the house before he was directed here. Professor Abubakar who had been silent saw the agitated young man come in, looking lugubrious.
He was standing with his wife, Habibat who just stood watching without a word. The professor saw that Jamil was not concerned about his presence, or the earlier warning of staying away completely from his daughter.
He seemed not to even take notice of them. The only person he seemed to see was Naairah.

" Mallama Naairah, what happened?"

Lawal saw him and felt apoplectic. His eyes went murderous, but seething. He stood with folded hands and felt like having a chance to strangle him.

" She just passed out."

Jamil knew why. It was what they were discussing. He was telling her what he was going through and given her a farewell speech. It seemed parting with him was unbearable.

" How is she doing?"

"She is unconscious."

"I need to see her."

"Who are you? You can't see my wife." Lawal said.

It seemed it was the first time Jamil noticed Lawal.

" We are talking about her life here and leave the drama out of this." Jamil replied.

Professor Abubakar moved closer.

" I need you boys to avoid any faux pas here." He said. " I thought I told you to stay away young man?"

"Good afternoon, sir. You did and I stayed away. She called me this morning and while we were talking this happened. It is only natural I came to see her."

" Why do you want to see her? She is unconscious." Professor asked.

"I don't know. I just need to see Nadia. Even if it means the for the last time. I am not here to seek for her hand in marriage. That has been settled and we never spoke since that day until today. It is not even allowed for me to do that but I want her out of here alive. I want her to stand on her feet. I don't know what I can do but I want to be here until she is okay."

" But, Baba I am here." Lawal said. " I do not think we need him. He was the cause of it in the first place."

"Lawal let me handle this." Professor Abubakar said. " Jamil, right?"

"Yes, sir."

" I think you need to leave this hospital right now....."

"He should be let in." A new voice emerged.

"I am Dr Jamila." A lady said. " I am the psychologist. I got a briefing and have been here for a few minutes. " I need to talk to you young man.
Come with me. And I suggest one of the parents should come along too."

Lawal frowned. What was this woman trying to do? Whatever she was planning was going to fail.

" Can I come in with my wife?" Professor Abubakar asked.." Her mother."

Dr Jamila smiled.

"That is okay. I would love the friend of hers who was there and her fiancé to come with me. I think those are the people I need."

They followed her into the spacious ward where Nadia was lying. Immediately they got in, Jamil felt tears in his eyes. She was lying unconscious, yet looked serene and beautiful. He was touched seeing her in such a state. He felt like going to hug her, tell her to wake up because he had a story to tell her, and he had made some lemonade for her.

" I am Dr Jamila Jalingo, a psychologist and we have a very fast way or relating among specialist in this hospital. Immediately she was brought in and the doctor was briefed, he contacted me while he did his part.
Miss Nadia suffered heart attack. We cannot tell exactly what caused it for now, but from the briefing we got, it is obviously depression can be a major cause. Other physiological things are happening in the body, including increased stress hormones, higher levels of cortisol and higher glucose levels.
She has calmed and there is no cause for alarm now but we need her to gain consciousness and undergo psychotherapy. We must have an idea of what is going on. I am told she is about to get married today, and she was speaking with her ex-boyfriend when this happened.
I need to know what is happening and I am happy you are all here. You were there when she fell down, what happened?"

Naairah looked at Jamil.

"She was talking with him." She said. " I guess it has to do with what they were discussing."

Lawal nodded.

" I knew it." He whispered.

The doctor turned at Jamil.

"What did you tell her on phone?"

Jamil felt uneasy. He was been made to feel like the cause of her plights.

" I was giving her a farewell speech." He said and just a word out of him, Nadia moved. Dr Jamila looked at her then nodded. " We fell in love, and I discovered that she was a divorcee. I met her one night when she ran her car into mine. I thought she was on drugs or something. She was alone around 11:00 pm......" He told them about their encounter, how they fell in love, and up till the point at which he was told to stay away from her, how she called him and the things he was telling her when she fell unconscious.

Naairah quickly told her the things she went through in the hands of Lawal.

" She does not want to go back to her husband." The doctor said. " I am not a marriage counselor and this is not my business but if she has to go back to her husband, then she must accept him and let this off her mind. She must have gotten the attack because of the fear of parting with him and going back to her husband.
I understand you said the husband has changed and you, the parents feel it is best she goes back. I think she needs to be ready for this. I just hope she gets out of unconsciousness. Did you notice that she moved when she heard his voice? But I am sure she is going to be alright. I have checked on her. She will get out this but we have to work on preventing a subsequent attack."

Lawal noticed the looks on Nadia's parents' faces and excused himself.

He went out, moved to a quiet place and dialled a number.

" Aasalamu alikum..."He greeted. " Alhamdulillah. Yes, she is just sleeping. Baba, I think we can go ahead and solemnise the marriage."

"What? Where is professor?"

"He mentioned you as the waliy of the girl."

"Yes and that is because of our relationship."

" Yes, Sir. He is in hospital and it would not be right to discuss that with him now. We are all here. He has given you the permission to do that and it would be soon be time for zhur. I will send my wakil down and he would collect her. There is no need of postponing it. We have invited people already. We do not need his consent now. You are aware that I have paid the dowry, and he has given her to me...for the second time .
He would not like this to stop it. This will even make the girl happier and help her health."

"I don't think I can do this."

"Mallam Zakari, please do it for us."

"I can't. I want him to be around or talk to me first."

"Why?"

"I don't want what will cause him to ....."

"But you know the marriage was scheduled for today and the only reason for not being there is her sickness which we have just being assured that she would be alright. He can't speak with you now. We are with a doctor and there is no time. Zhur is just twenty minutes away and the people are already there."

"Hmmmm.."

" I will send five million naira into your account now. Send me your account number. Just make sure the marriage is solemnised after Sallah as planned."

He heard Mallam Zakari breathing harder. He was a an old pensioner who worked in the university the Professor worked .

" Hmmmm....well, since it is something towards sunnah, I will not say no. I would explain to him. Let me send the account numbe...ango."

"Thank you very much." Lawal said with a grin.

He was having her as his wife. No one was going to stop that. The number was sent and he transfered the money.

" Go to the masjid." He told his friends. "And witness my marriage. I will be here with them."

Mallam Zakari had just finished having his bath when he heard an alert. He rushed out of the bathroom and checked his phone.
Five million naira!
Was this boy serious? Just because he could not wait for a few more days when the girl was fully recovered? Well, this was his luck. The professor was not going to give him more than five thousand naira plus big words .
He would go ahead with the marriage and let the heaven fall for all he cared. He quickly dressed up, called his wife and said, “ I am going to represent Professor’s daughter like I told you.”

“ Mallam, I thought you said she was hospitalized?”

“Yes, but we are sure she would come out of it, insha Allah. The invitation has been made and we can’t afford to disappoint people.”

“They would understand. Is the professor aware of this?”

“Who gave me the permission to represent her?”

“I know about that. I mean is he aware that the marriage is going on even when his daughter is in the hospital?”

Mallam did not reply. He was signing a cheque.

“ Give it to Nazir to cash. He would withdraw one hundred thousand naira and give it to you. Buy five chickens, and fry it. But five kilograms of fresh fish- cafish. Then garin Tuwon dawa , and make correct miyan kuka for me. I know your children prefer rice. Let your daughters do that.”

Okay, she was going to have at least twenty thousand cut and that would settle her ‘adashi ’. Where did Mallam get such an amount suddenly?

“ To Mallam. I think there is no need to waste time.” She said going for her veil. “ I will go with him to the MTN, so I will collect the money and go straight to market. I will make you lick your fingers today.”

He laughed.

“Wait, which MTN?”

“ To collect the money .”

“MTN? What is their business with my money?”

“That is what I hear them say now: I don’t have money on me, let me go to MTN. I am on an MTN queue.”

“Oh, ATM. No, this is not for ATM. This is a cheque. I can’t give Nazir my pin number.”

“ Mallam, do not take me for a fool. When did pins start having numbers? Ohhhh. I am sorry, you are right. Pins have numbers. There is size 16,17, and 18 . They even have smaller ones.”

“ Falmata , just give it to Nazir and go with him.”

“I am on my way. Until you come back.”

And she went out.
No more questions asked.

Mallam remembered Talatu mai waina, the divorcee he was crushing on. This was the best time to have another wife. Five million naira!
He dashed out of the house.




‘Jamil’ was the first word Nadia mentioned as she came out of unconsciousness.
Attention fell on her and they got up. Dr Jamila went to her. She had opened her eyes and seemed to have stabilized.

“ Hello, my dear. I am Dr Jamila. May I know who you are.” She said and gesticulated to the rest of the people to stay out of sight.

“ I am Nadia. Why am I here?”

“ You fell ill. How are you?”

She was silent for a few seconds, as if trying to recall what happened.

“ How is Jamil doing?”

“Jamil? Who is Jamil?”

“ He was in a bad state. I am scared something bad would happen to him. Please help him.”

“Does he need help? You are the one who needs help now. You are in a hospital bed. Jamil may be having fun somewhere.”

“ No, Doctor. Jamil and I were on the phone when I passed out. I don’t need help. I am a condemned soul already…”

Naairah was in tears as she said that.

“ I have given up on happiness. I will live in the abyss my parents are sending me to. I just don’t want Jamil to keep suffering.”

“ I thought you are supposed to get married……” Dr Jamila stopped. The statement changed Nadia’s mood. Her breath went higher and her eyes rolled. “ But I hear that the wedding has been suspended.” She added quickly.

“Thank God.” Nadia said.

“ But Your husband has changed . He will be nice to you.”

“It is not about that. I don’t love him anymore. But I will obey my parents and go back. I just want you to help Jamil. You have psychologist here, don’t you?”

“I am one.”

“Good. Please help him. He can’t eat and he is broken. He was trying to hide it from me but I knew he was down. Who cancelled the weeding?”

“ I don’t know. Let us not talk about the wedding for now. We just want you to feel better.”

Nadia closed her eyes.

“ I don’t want to feel better. I want to be here. I hate the outside world.”

“ No my dear. You have a life outside. This is just a temporary setback.”

“I know what I feel. There is no life for me out there.”

“ Even when the life is going to be spent with Jamil?”

A bright flash appeared on her expression and she smiled.

“ That is a dream. I can never have that. I better accept the fact.”

“So you don’t want to get married to ……..”

Nadia fell into unconsciousness again.






Lawal twitched his lips.
What the hell was this doctor doing? She was in cahoots with Jamil or what? She is just a doctor and she should not interfere with this. Her questions were influencing and intimidating.

“ I think she is going through psychological stress because she told me she had problems with him.” Lawal said to Dr Jamila. “ She would not say such things in a balanced state of mind.”

“ I know my job and I know what I was trying to figure out.” Dr Jamil said. “ There is nothing personal. I never met you or the other guy before. My duty is to diagnose and treat and that has to do with trying to know about the events or things that affect her emotions.
I don’t know what has been happening between you but you seem to be the cause of her depression and he seems to lift her out of it. I advise that she should not be told about the wedding now. If she leaves here, you can see how you can talk her into the marriage but it's medically not advisable. There is no need for alarm. She would be okay insha Allah.”

“But she just passed out again.” Her mother said.

“It is an effect of one of the drugs. She needs rest. She is just sleeping. A deep sleep.I think that is it for now. Her blood sample has been collected for some tests. The results would be out soon. She would rest for now. I have to see another patient.” “Thank you very much Doctor.” Said her father.

“You are welcome. Sir.” She said and left them.

“I think she can be left alone now.” A nurse said gently. They went out.

“ I need to speak with you, Lawal.” Professor said and then looked at Jamil. “ and you too when I am through with him. We should go and pray. It is time for Zuhr.
Lawal looked at the time. Good! He hoped the plan worked out. What did the old man want to discuss with them?





“Assalamu alaikum warahmatullah” The imam said turning to the right, “ assalamu alaikum warahmatullah,” he concluded turning to the left.
The followers did the same and then zhur prayers was concluded.
Azkar followed.

The adhan collected the microphone.

“Assalamu alaikum brothers in Islam. Please we urge you to stay behind to witness the solemnization of a marriage. It was announced earlier that Professor Abubakar is giving out the hand of his daughter this afternoon. We should stay behind and witness this and we would be rewarded by Allah insha Allah. Please the waliy and the wakil should come forward so we can and let the people go.”

Mallam Zakari was first to stand up and move forward. He was very happy.

“Please let the Wakil come forward.”









“ Lawal.” Professor Abubakar called.

“ Sir.”

“ I am sure you have ocular evidence to what has been going on. I played my part and stuck to the guns. It is obvious that the lady you canonized as your inamorata has a diffracted beam of affection which is being absorbed by another swain.
Her repugnancy is an epitome of intense revulsion. You are a bugaboo and a causative element of her bugbear. I am having a serious cogency to abort the connubial knot and not just postpone it….”

Lawal’s phone beeped. It was Bala.

“I am sorry sir, my mum.” He lied. He moved aside and picked the call.

“There is a problem.” Bala said. “ Mallam Kalla did not come. I called him, he said he thought it won’t take place since she was said to have collapsed.”

“ What? Bally, go and collect it for me. Be my wakil.”

“Done. Then learn to start calling papa.”

“I will call you grandfather. Go dude, get that thing for me like now!”

He ended the call and walked back to Professor. The marriage must go on. Once that was done, they would be forced to calm down . After all Nadia was not acting all stubborn. She had capitulated. He knew she would calm down. They had been in love once and there will surely be a second time. It was Sa'ima who came to spoil things. Sa'ima! Used her big butt to lure him.

“ I am done, sir.”

“ Good. I was trying to make you understand…..”








“ Where is the wakil?” The adhan asked again. “ We are running out of time.”

“ I am here.” Bala said and walked into the mosque. “ The wakil just called me that he was involved in a minor accident on his way here so I have been directed to receive it on his behalf.”

“Alhamdulillah . Please move forward.”

Bala moved towards the imam where Mallam Zakari was waiting.
They shook hands before the microphone was given to the imam.

“ Innal hamdulillah nahmaduhu wa nasta inuhu wan as tagfirihu wanna uzubillahi min shururi anfusina wa min sayyi ati a’amalina ya dilla fala hadi yalah. Ashadu an la’ilaha illallah wa ash shadu anna Muhammadan rasulillah. Amma ba’ad, Assalamu alikum warahmatullah wa barakatuhu.” The imam began.

They replied.







“ I don’t know much about you young man.” Professor said to Jamil. Lawal was sitting with his hands on his
knees. This was balderdash. He just called one of his friends who told him that Bala was there before the imam already.
He could not wait to have her back. He could not let that guy take her away. Nadia had to be his again.

“ But I will find out more about you. I have given you permission to seek for her hand in marriage……”






“ My name is Alhaji Bala Danjuma, I am here to seek for the hand of Nadia Abubakar in marriage on behalf of Alhaji Lawal …….” Bala began to say what he was told to say.

The people all waited in silence.







“ Go and tell your people and if you come to terms with them, then send them to us. But that depends on the outcome of what I find out about you.” Professor told Jamil.

Jamil felt as if it was a dream. He could hardly believe this. He did not forget that he had his mother to reckon with . That was something he did not want to think of now. The fact was he was not losing her today. Lawal was out of the picture. He was now officially her fiancé.

“ Thank you very much, sir. You will not be disappointed insha Allah.”






“ My name is Mallam Zakari Namadi. I have given you the hand of……..” Mallam Zakari began……..

“ I am Mallam Zakari Namadi. I give you the hand of……”

“ Assalamu alaikum.” A voice interrupted and Mallam Zakari stopped. It was the adhan.

“ Na’am?” Mallam Zakari said.

“ I am sorry I forgot to ask. It is our rule here to ask some questions and follow some rules. Is she a spinster or do I say bachelorette ?”

“ Of course. Married women don’t get married again.” Mallam Zakari replied.

“I know she is not married right now. Has she ever been married?”

“ Yes. She is a divorcee.”

“That is what I meant. Okay, we have a rule here to be shown the paper of divorce from her previous marriage. We have had some controversial cases before so we took to this measure.”

Mallam Zakari smirked.

“ You all know Professor Abubakar. He lives just two streets away from this masjid.”

“ That is not the point. Just present it and we are done, Mallam Zakari.”

Nazeer quickly dialled Lawal’s number .

“There is a hitch boy. Just as the process was on, they stopped to ask of divorce paper.”

“What? I don’t know where that is. I gave it to her. It should be with her or her father. What kind of bad luck is this?

“ Assalamu alaikum.” Bala said. “ She is not getting married to a new person. Her iddah elapsed before they settled, so there will be no problem. She is going back to her husband.”

“ Is that so?” Asked the imam.

“Yes, it is true. She is getting married to her former husband.” Some people confirmed.

“ I think that is okay.” Said the imam. “ We can go on then. If she is going back to her former husband, then we don’t have a problem. We will continue with the rites.”

Someone called Mallam Zakari on phone. It was Professor Abubakar.

“Mallam Zakari.”

“Na’am.”

“ The wedding has been cancelled…..”

“Hello, hello, hello….I can’t here you. Hello.” He ended the call and put it in flight mode.

“ I can’t hear him.” He said with a shrug. “ Bismillah Mallam. I think we can go on.”

Wicked man....mtcheeww all because of money

na wah oh... I pity Nadia

Wow... Just negodu


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That wedding must not hold oooooo

TWENTY-SEVEN

Lawal left the hospital and got into his car. He could not believe what was happening. What was wrong with Prof.? How could he just call him and tell him that he was no longer letting him marry her?
To exacerbate the issue, he gave Jamil permission to seek for her hand in marriage. He shook his head. . He wanted Nadia and she had to be his wife. Why did he do this to himself? Why did he have to lose her to know what she was worth?
Nadia was obedient, diligent, loyal ,cute and just a darling. Those smiles she flashed, the rolling of her eyes, the sweet voice and model like steps.
Jamil was not going to have her. He had to beat them. Hope it was not too late. What was the issue about divorce paper for? Why?
He called Nazeer.

“ Maza, how far?”

“The issue of divorce paper has been cleared.” He said. “ It was established that you were her husband so there will be no cause for alarm. You know there have been cases where a lady will leave her husband’s house and claim he divorced her and try to remarry. The husband would now come up and say she was still his wife….”

“Okay, Naz man.” Lawal cut in .” What is the situation on ground?”

“ They have reached a consensus to continue.”

“Alhamdulillah.”

“What is going on?”

“Nothing.”

“How is she doing?”

“She will be fine. I am not getting married to a corpse, am I ?”

“ Why should you do that?”

“Good. I am on my way to the masjid.”

“Ango!”

“ Yeah.”

He smiled at himself.

Jamil was in for a surprise.






Jamil went back to the ward and sat close to her. He felt as if he should hold her hand, let her know he was close by but remembered she was his non mahram.
He was happy Lawal was out of the way. He had never felt anything close to this for any girl before. The thought of Nadia leaving his life was unbearable. He loved her unconditionally. And she loved him too.
Everything had happened so swift. Just about two hours ago, he was sitting dejected on the top of a hill, feeling as if it was the hill that was on top of him. Now he was sitting close to her, waiting for her as she becomes his wife.

“ Jamil.” She said. He did not know that she had opened her eyes.

“ Nadia!” He said . She looked weak but her eyes were brighter.

“ I felt you close.” She said. “ I don’t know how but I did.”

“ I am around dear. Just relax.”

“How did you make it here? Were you not chased away by father?”

“No.” He said, pressing the urge to hold her.

She moved her hand and placed it on his. He wanted to withdraw but stopped. She was psychologically fragile so he had to be cautious.“ I am sorry I passed out on you. I could not take it anymore. You were suffering and I was losing you. I can’t get you off my mind.”

“ I know. But it’s okay now.”

“ What is okay? The only thing that will be okay is if you are. I can never be okay in my life. I am getting married to him again. I am a condemned.”

“Shhhh…you are not getting married to him any longer.”

“You don’t know my dad. He may postpone it due to my illness but he will never change his mind. Where are they? Did they come to the hospital?”

“ Yes. Your dad, mum, Naairah, and some of your siblings were here. Even Lawal was ….”

“Please don’t mention that name again.”

“ The name should mean nothing to you now. Just remember Sheikh Lawal Abubakar and you will feel happy.”

“ Where are the rest?”

“ Naairah just left for home. She said she would come back. Your parents also left to attend to somethings. Lawal drove off but I doubt if he would come back.”

“Why? He is coming back. He is obsessed.”

“ It is complicated but you had an attack and it became clear that you and I are so much in love. Your dad told Lawal that the wedding was cancelled and gave me permission to seek your hand in marriage. Now he plans to check on me, know who I am before his final decision. I am your fiancé now bae.”

Was he serious?

“You must be kidding me. Do not say this just to make me happy. It will be worse if I find out that it is a lie.”

“ Wallahi,” he said with a smile,” I guess you noticed that I did not see you when you opened your eyes. Was in a reverie. Thinking of the furnishing of our home….”

She was feeling stronger and as if a heavy object was been lifted from her head.

“We were all here when Dr Jamila was talking to you. We heard and your dad was scared. He realised how dangerous it was to let the wedding go on. He took a decision there and then and broke the news to us both. But I was surprised Lawal did not look worried.”

“ He did not?”

“No. He was just smiling.”

“ I hope he has no hidden agenda.”

“ Allah will see us through.”

“ Ameen.”

“ Let us forget about Lawal and talk about you getting well and leaving this place. We got wedding planning to do.”

It was as if she just realized her hand was on his. She withdrew it.

“ Nadia, I want to be by your side, inside, outside, and every other side. I want to be in your life…”

“You should go back to school and learn tenses because you are already in my life. I feel your soul in mine, and mine in yours. You are love, and I you you.”
You you?

“ Oh, I am love so you love me.” He giggled. “ You are need and I you you.” He smiled. “ I you you in my life.”

While they ‘you you’, they did not know that the solemnization was going on in the mosque.






“ I Mallam Zakari Namadi,” Mallam Zakari continued after a short deliberation in the masjid.
He continued and said he had giving the hand of Nadia in marriage to Lawal. It was at that point Lawal arrived and went into the masjid. He heard the solemnization from the speakers and felt a soothing sensation crawling inside of him.

The did has been done.
Nadia was his wife again.
Alhamdullillah.

The imam was now saying his part, completing the rite, and then he began to pray.

Lawal wished Jamil was here to see what was happening. He outsmarted them. What would professor do now? Would he tell him to divorce her? Would he tell her not to move in with him? She was his wife now and he knew that he had the supreme power over her.
He smirked.
He would make sure Jamil never got near her again. Wait, hope he was not in hospital. He looked and found his number. He got it from Nadia’s phone.




Jamil saw a strange number calling him. He picked it and heard Lawal’s voice.

“ This is Lawal. How is she doing?”

“Alhamdulillah.”

“Is she still sleeping?”

“ No. She is awake.” Jamil replied wondering why he sounded so happy.

“ Alhamdulillah. I guess you are with her right now.”

“ Yes, I am.”

“Okay, you are a Muslim and I guess you are a good one. Please leave her now. I don’t want you close to her again. I will be coming to pick her if he is okay.”

Was this guy crazy? What was he talking about?

“ Lawal, I understand how you feel but you were here when he talked to us both. Your proposed marriage with her has been cancelled. And he just gave me the right to see her. They left her in my care to attend to some things.You heard the things she said herself. Why do choose to kill yourself over a woman who said she does not want you but someone else? You keep saying it is anger. She said no. It is not about the past. She fell out of love with you and fell in love with me. What is your problem?”

“ My problem is that there a kato ( matured man) with my wife right now and it is disturbing me.”

“Your ex wife.”

“No. We just got married. The marriage has just been knotted.”

“How? Her father said ….”

“Forget what her father said. Did you not see it on my face that I was not worried? His problem is too much English. He has already chosen a waliy and he did not tell him otherwise. The did has been done. I need you to leave her side, pronto! And thank you for congratulating me.
I pray you get another lady before next fasting period before children start singing gwaro tashi kayi sahur…( Bachelor wake up and eat)hehehehe! Please get out of that place now. Nadia is now my wife.”

Jamil felt his head swinging, and the neck doing a 360 degree spin. What was this?

“ What did they do?” Nadia who was hearing the conversation asked. “ How did they do that?”

Before she could say another word, she gasped and fainted.

“ Doctor!” Jamil shouted, took two steps and felt something drift out of his body, his eyes were blurring and he found it hard to move.

He dropped on the floor and passed out.






“Assalamu alaikum! Please wait.” Professor Abubakar said as he rushed into the masjid. “

There was absolute silence. They had never seen him look like that. He was breathing hard, as if he had been running. His glasses sat precariously on his nose.

Lawal was in the masjid, completely unperturbed.

“ I am told the wedding has just been knotted.”

“ Na’am.” Replied the imam.

“ The wedding is null and void.” He said assertively.

“ That is not possible.” A man said from behind. “ You gave the waliy the power and it cannot be reversed except if the bridegroom will divorce her if he wishes, sir.”

“ I love my wife.” Lawal said.

“ I will not accept this!” Professor Abubakar said and glared at Mallam Zakari. “ This wedding is invalid……”

“ Inaaaa” Said another man. “ Abamu aya ( Give us a verse)”

“ It is invalid!” Professor argued.



“ How can someone give out the hand of my daughter in marriage without my consent?” Professor Abubakar asked. “ I am alive and only I can give that permission which I did not give.
The only thing that will make this marriage valid is if this place is a court which I know is not. I only asked Mallam Zakari to come to my house that I may give him the permission to represent me . ‘I will give’ is different from ‘I give’. This rite is fallacious and packed with hocus-pocus. I called Mallam Zakari to tell him that The that there is a change of plan but he acted like he did not hear me.
How can you tie the knot of a valetudinarian when we are in the hospital fighting for her survival? I, Professor Abubakar did not give anyone the hand of my daughter in marriage and I do not concur to whatever was done here. My daughter still remains unmarried and anything contrary to this will be tantamount to violation of rights, attempt to kidnap my daughter, and subject her to rape and I will not let this happen.

Where is Mallam Zakari? Where is the nincompoop? When did I give you the permission to do this?”

“ I saw him with a kettle as if going into the restroom.” A man said.
Mallam Zakari had silently left the mosque.

“ Alhamdullilah.” The imam said. “ We are glad this happened before we dispersed. We were all gathered here for the solemnization of the marriage between Lawal and Nadia but as we can here from the father of the girl, he did not give out his daughter out for marriage to anyone.
The prophet SAW said there should not be nikaah(marriage contract) except with a wali. This was narrated by by al-tirmidhi,1101, Abu Dawood,2085; ibn Majajah, 1881. Albaani, may Allah have mercy on him, stated that it is saheeh.
Another hadith says any woman who gets married without the permission of her waliy, her marriage is invalid, her marriage is invalid, her marriage is invalid. If her husband has consummated the marriage with her, then the mahr belongs to her in return for that. If she does have a waliy, then the Muslim ruler is the waliy of anyone who does not have a waliy.
Nadia’s father is alive and he said he did not give his daughter out in marriage. I therefore tell everyone that witnessed the marriage rites that it null and void. Lawal is not married to Nadia. She is still unmarried and he has no right over her and she has no right over him except what islam permits. This is an unfortunate event. May Allah guide us unto the right part but if Lawal has paid anything, it should be returned to him.”

“I will do that, pronto! Everything he brought is intact and I will appreciate it if he comes to pick them now.”

Lawal felt as if the ground should split and swallow him up. He felt all eyes on him. What a disgrace!

I'm so happy the marriage didn't take place

Lawal! God pass you. See desperation at its peak.

haba lawal
I kno se I no 'lacking' you buh ds is too much!!!

dunno kno what wud become of yu when yuh 'ist' wife saimat learns of this.
e don b for yu lol

what di you mean he felt the ground should open up and swallow him. He should simply go and commit suicide yeye man

See suspense! Chai! Thank God that marriage is null and void

SokoDobo, etun we'a ge.

Ka ji Lawal da rashin hankali!

Oh!!
Killing suspense! He should go home to bed with Sa'ima.....mtcheeeeew

Loool... I was scared for nadia




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Lawal is really evil.

Lawal good for you, what nonesense!

Lawal is too desperate.

To marry Na by force. Let Lawal go back to his bed mate

Mallam Zakari had just finished his dinner: tuwon masara, miyan kuka, naman rago, farfesu and Maltina. He was elegantly dressed in new clothes which was sawn short, with designs. This was the style in vogue and mostly worn by young boys. The sixty one year old had a reason for sawing that style.
He went out and got into his newly acquired Honda Accord Hennessy which he just bought at the rate of five hundred thousand naira. He drove out, and headed straight to Kuje, which was about 40kilometer from Abuja. Mallam Zakari lived in Nyanya.
He could not believe his dream was coming true. He arrived his destination; A house along Jurima street. He pulled up the car, alighted and posed. He saw a little boy and called him.

“Please come.”

The boy who was around twelve years old came to him.

“Please I need you to call Talatu from this house.” He pointed at the house.

“ Farar budurwa, naira hamsin; bakar buduruwa, naira arbai’in; farar bazawara, naira talatin, bakar bazawara, naira ashirin, (fair complexioned virgin, fifty naira; dark complexioned virgin, forty naira; fair complexioned divorcee, thirty naira, dark complexioned divorcee, twenty naira).”

Mallam Zakari was shocked.

“I don’t understand.”

“That is the price rate for calling them. Talatu mai waina will cost thirty naira.”

What a world!

“If you don’t hurry, someone else will send for her and you have to join the queue Baba.”

Okay, that made sense to him. He gave the boy one hundred naira because he had no change. The boy collected it and left in a hurry. He went into the house and met her getting ready. She considered herself very hot, exposed and sophisticated.
Her men included bus drivers, commercial motor-bike riders, and some of her customers.

“ Aunty Talatu,”the boy said, “Lambanki ta fito ( Your number is out)”

She laughed.

“ Small, you will never seize to amaze me. Who is he? A kas, ko a mash, ko a mot? ?”

The boy understood her slangs.

A kas( on foot).
A mash (On motor-bike).
A mot ( in a car)

Small opened his eyes.

“ Mot mai zafi ( A posh car)!” He said.

A five hundred thousand naira Honda accord (Hennessy) was a hot car for her because most of those who came in cars used commercial cars like Golf, Bus, etcetera. Here was someone in a private car. Honda Accord!

“ Okay, tell him I will be right outside with him.”

“Okay.” He said and left but he did not go back to Mallam Zakari. He could not afford giving him back his change. Talatu came out and walked coquettishly, feeling as if she was on top of the world. She saw Mallam Zakari but couldn't recognized him. She could not recall ever seeing him. He had been crushing on her for long.

“ Assalamu alaikum.”

“Ameen wa alaikum salam.”

“Good evening.”

“ Good evening.” He replied, making sure his hand was on his chin and his wristwatch glittered. He was leaning on the car. He turned and went under the wheel then opened the offside side for her.

This was what she loved. Sitting inside a car with her lover while other divorcees round stood with men on bikes.

“ My name is Zaks.” He said. He had known that she loved young men, and the modern setting of things. She was forty two years old, chubby and light complexioned. She was not too beautiful facially but her body structure got men mesmerized.

“ Zaks?”

“Yeah. My real name is Zakari. But my friends call me Zaks.”

“Hmmm.”

“You see, I have been seeing you for along time. And I felt something in you that got me chocked.”

“I must be dangerous.”

“You are a poison.” He said. “ So, I decided to come and talk to you. I really want to marry you.”

She expertly assessed him. He looked well dressed, the clean car ,and he seemed to be fashionable. She guessed he should have a gidan taliya (Spaghetti home) and not gidan kuka ( Baobab sauce home).

"Well, you are welcome but we have to know each other better. How many wives do you have?”

“I have just one and seven children.”

“I will not share a house with any woman. You will get me my house and I don’t want ciki da falo (room and palour). I want two bedroom plat (two bedroom flat).”

“ That is no problem, Talatu.”

“ Are you coming tomorrow?”

“Yes. Yes.”

“Okay, I want you to buy me Andrew.”

“What?”

“Andrew mana.”

“Andrew? Andrew is a name. How do I buy you a human being?”

She laughed at him.

“But you look exposed. So you don’t know Andrew phone?”

It was his turn to laugh now.

“ Android phone?”

“Yes, Andrew phone. The one you use your finger to do like this…Kai, don’t worry, I will teach you may things , even modern styles.”

“ Modern styles?”

“ Yes. Do you listen to music?”

“Yes.”

“Like which?”

“I love Dan kwairo, Mamman shata, Ali makaho,…..”

“Don’t you listen to modern music? Do you know Rahine?”

“ Rahine? No.”

“ Have you heard this song; Kwe kwe kwe kwe kwe kwe ( work work work work work work ) simi simi (he said me have to) Kwe kwe kwe kwe kwe kwe ( work work work work work work ) Isimuma ( he see me do my) da da da da da da (dirt, dirt, dirt, dirt, dirt,dirt).”

“ Bala’i!” He exclaimed. “ I think I love the song.”

“That is Rahine and Direk. You see I am not a local woman that you will just treat anyhow. If you want to marry me, you have to step up and be younger.”

“No problem.”

“Okay, so I am expecting someone. Until you come tomorrow.”

“ Expecting someone?”

“ Yes.”

“ But I want to marry you and I would like you to ….”

"You just came today . I am not even sure if you are real, or you borrowed the car. You have not even bought the Andrew. You have to prove to me that you are real.”

“Okay.” He said. “ How much is the Android phone?”

“I want Takano.”

"What?”

“Takano.”

“Okay, Techno. How much?”

“Thirty thousand naira.”

He removed some amount of money, counted and gave it to her.

“ This is fifty thousand naira. Buy the phone, and credit card.”

What!

She smiled.

“ Zaks, I love you wujiga wujiga. You are my half of life, my loving lover, the spirit that is flying in the night of love, you are sweatheart( sweetheart).”

Mallam Zaks was just smiling like a loon. He needed money. He had to rent a flat for her and make sure he got married to her within one month.

Unknown to him, sitting in an SUV was Lawal and one of his friends watching him.

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Adnan just received a call and the message was short and straight.

“ Baanah is on her way. She just boarded the flight. You will be the one to pick her.” Aadila said. “ I love you, son.”

Adnan squeezed the phone.

Naairah forced a smile but her heart was racing. Someone was coming to share her husband with her just months after their wedding.

“It is alright.” She said but could not stop the tears. “ Just know that I love you.”

Adnan closed his eyes and drew her close to him.







Mama walked out of Ward 5, where Jamil was resting. She had been shocked to hear what happened. Jamil told her that Nadia was getting married that day only to be told that he passed out in a hospital.

This was their third day at hospital. He had recuperated but he was advised to rest and was to be discharged the next day.
Jamil received the good news of what happened in the masjid. He could scarcely believe that Lawal had been finally put to his place.
He had not seen Nadia since then but they have been talking on phone.

Mama found her ward and went in.
Nadia opened her eyes and saw her. Mama was with Hafsat.

“How are you feeling?”

“Alhamdulillah.” Nadia replied.

“ I am Jamil’s mother. I need to talk to you.”

Geh Geh!!!!!!!!!!

juninhouj:
Geh Geh!!!!!!!!!!

Geh geh geh

Hausa people and wives sha. sometimes I wonder if they are the only ones that saw it in the Quran to marry more than one wife, other people do it but there own is just too much. how can one man love two women equally.

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