He was walking as if the wind was going to blow him away and he fell quickly. While he was making small noises, you could tell he was in a new state of madness. He stumbled again for the second time, but luckily he hit the wall of his dilapidated house instead of the one he had just reached. The long pause made his heart swell with anger and swelling up to his throat. In order to relieve his anger and frustration, he kicked the roof of the house, which was completely covered with rust, because since the house was built, the roof had never been replaced due to wear and tear, and it was rusting like an old iron drum.
Ball started with the hole at the entrance, where signs indicated their toilet was located. She went and knocked on the end of the wall, the lid was on one side and the other was on the other side.
Baba Nafi, who was in the evening prayer, raised her head, filled with calm and coolness, and looked at him. Then she lowered her head because the mother of the one who had hit her head said that his eyes would fall to the ground.
“Every bastard in this house, come out!!” He shouted, banging on the bricks surrounding the set where he stood, which was their kitchen.
In frustration and anger, the curtain of the middle room was opened, “You, the teacher, are you always softening your heart to us, O son of GOD! In this white twilight when everyone is trying to bring food to open their mouths instead of seeing you behind the imam preparing to welcome the LORD, you are ruined by seeking misfortune and trying to prevent your family from drinking water in peace, just as you have prevented yourself?”
He looked at her with a sad expression. He gathered all his frustration and worry into his mouth. He pointed at me with his little finger and waved his hand in warning. “I am sorry to separate you from the fine breath when I speak but you are not my enemy. I swear to you by GOD if I do not release all that I have brought upon you, do not say that my name is not DAUDA, the grandson of a son-in-law.”
She opened her mouth to open the curtain, but her mouth did not die. When she entered the room, she said, “You are not mocking me with your trial. You did not fulfill your duty to tell me what you said in a blessed month, you will not fulfill your duty to the son of a prostitute. You who brought your food there will end up with you, not Larai.”
Even though he was still, he didn't stop, he continued to shout loudly calling everyone to come before him. There was silence, no one coughed, as if everyone in the house had died. A wave of sadness and grief rose from his heart, and he pulled it with difficulty to his throat and spit it out.
“Yes, it is certain that the little girl under the bridge has been finished, besides the fact that the palace of prostitutes is considered to be so big that she even answers the name of the owner in this house, I'm talking, leave me alone while I'm lost in the world of illegitimate birth, right?..”
“Please be patient, sir, we are praying, and I know that too...”
Wuff Larai went outside, fixing her dress that was about to fall out due to the rush, in a hurry she stopped Baba Nafi's breath, speaking calmly and not liking her noise, “So, what do you want, Annamimatu? We are praying, so let's change the rules that are meant to be followed in our hearts, right?”
"GOD, King Larai, that's what I told him, nothing else." Baba Nafi said again calmly.
She turned her head and pushed her disco ball in front of her forehead, her beautiful face revealed. Baba Nafi just smiled and shook her head and looked at her.
Everything was standing still except for the swelling and the smell of the last room in their list, Baba Nafin. But he did not say a word. About five minutes later, the curtain of the room was lifted and she came out. It was a beautiful woman who could not be less than thirty-five to seventy years old. When you saw her, you saw a woman of the world for the first time. Shekeke looked at him and his wives and left, chewing chewing gum as if she had not fasted just now.
"Hey Lafia, are you fighting to announce the white evening or the water we have not brought to our mouths? Oh, how different it should be from before and now, because when you were turning to us, we tolerated your wealth because your mother's money was in our lap, but now you don't leave us with our stomachs and the service of our children and you have added wealth and inheritance to us *BLACK SHADOW......"*
“Asabe! Now I'm the black shadow?”
"Even in the middle of the desert, even the sparrow *THE SUN AND THE HEAD".*
Larai laughed out loud, and looked at Asabe. “You're making me laugh, my dear, if we were to kiss and chew, it wouldn't be difficult, you'd be better than a little girl.”
Asabe's mouth twitched and she moved aside. A kind of sadness gripped Malam Dauda again. He moved away like a bull at the peak of his growth, slapping Asabe with his iron leg. Even a barricade marriage didn't bother him. His face turned pale again as he reached out and grabbed the hair of their turban hanging from the kitchen sink.
“This is a human problem. I want to know which bastard went to Jabiru, the shopkeeper, and asked for a bottle of lemonade and the food his wife had, saying he was an engineer?”
Nafi and Larai exchanged glances, but neither of them said anything since they both knew who could do this. And he was the one who had given up on this opportunity when she was a bride, and now, seventeen years later, even her four daughters-in-law have been roaming around the house, and nothing has changed...…
“What am I talking about? Or should I turn the ground of this house into the sky!!?”
Malam Dauda spoke with a deep sigh of relief, his heart filled with grief over the debt he had incurred without even a penny to pay. No one could hear him except the sound of Asabe chewing gum, which was rising from time to time…
He was walking as if the wind was going to blow him away and he fell quickly. While he was making small noises, you could tell he was in a new state of madness. He stumbled again for the second time, but luckily he hit the wall of his dilapidated house instead of the one he had just reached. The long pause made his heart swell with anger and swelling up to his throat. In order to relieve his anger and frustration, he kicked the roof of the house, which was completely covered with rust, because since the house was built, the roof had never been replaced due to wear and tear, and it was rusting like an old iron drum.
Ball started with the hole at the entrance, where signs indicated their toilet was located. She went and knocked on the end of the wall, the lid was on one side and the other was on the other side.
Baba Nafi, who was in the evening prayer, raised her head, filled with calm and coolness, and looked at him. Then she lowered her head because the mother of the one who had hit her head said that his eyes would fall to the ground.
“Every bastard in this house, come out!!” He shouted, banging on the bricks surrounding the set where he stood, which was their kitchen.
In frustration and anger, the curtain of the middle room was opened, “You, the teacher, are you always softening your heart to us, O son of GOD! In this white twilight when everyone is trying to bring food to open their mouths instead of seeing you behind the imam preparing to welcome the LORD, you are ruined by seeking misfortune and trying to prevent your family from drinking water in peace, just as you have prevented yourself?”
He looked at her with a sad expression. He gathered all his frustration and worry into his mouth. He pointed at me with his little finger and waved his hand in warning. “I am sorry to separate you from the fine breath when I speak but you are not my enemy. I swear to you by GOD if I do not release all that I have brought upon you, do not say that my name is not DAUDA, the grandson of a son-in-law.”
She opened her mouth to open the curtain, but her mouth did not die. When she entered the room, she said, “You are not mocking me with your trial. You did not fulfill your duty to tell me what you said in a blessed month, you will not fulfill your duty to the son of a prostitute. You who brought your food there will end up with you, not Larai.”
Even though he was still, he didn't stop, he continued to shout loudly calling everyone to come before him. There was silence, no one coughed, as if everyone in the house had died. A wave of sadness and grief rose from his heart, and he pulled it with difficulty to his throat and spit it out.
“Yes, it is certain that the little girl under the bridge has been finished, besides the fact that the palace of prostitutes is considered to be so big that she even answers the name of the owner in this house, I'm talking, leave me alone while I'm lost in the world of illegitimate birth, right?..”
“Please be patient, sir, we are praying, and I know that too...”
Wuff Larai went outside, fixing her dress that was about to fall out due to the rush, in a hurry she stopped Baba Nafi's breath, speaking calmly and not liking her noise, “So, what do you want, Annamimatu? We are praying, so let's change the rules that are meant to be followed in our hearts, right?”
"GOD, King Larai, that's what I told him, nothing else." Baba Nafi said again calmly.
She turned her head and pushed her disco ball in front of her forehead, her beautiful face revealed. Baba Nafi just smiled and shook her head and looked at her.
Everything was standing still except for the swelling and the smell of the last room in their list, Baba Nafin. But he did not say a word. About five minutes later, the curtain of the room was lifted and she came out. It was a beautiful woman who could not be less than thirty-five to seventy years old. When you saw her, you saw a woman of the world for the first time. Shekeke looked at him and his wives and left, chewing chewing gum as if she had not fasted just now.
"Hey Lafia, are you fighting to announce the white evening or the water we have not brought to our mouths? Oh, how different it should be from before and now, because when you were turning to us, we tolerated your wealth because your mother's money was in our lap, but now you don't leave us with our stomachs and the service of our children and you have added wealth and inheritance to us *BLACK SHADOW......"*
“Asabe! Now I'm the black shadow?”
"Even in the middle of the desert, even the sparrow *THE SUN AND THE HEAD".*
Larai laughed out loud, and looked at Asabe. “You're making me laugh, my dear, if we were to kiss and chew, it wouldn't be difficult, you'd be better than a little girl.”
Asabe's mouth twitched and she moved aside. A kind of sadness gripped Malam Dauda again. He moved away like a bull at the peak of his growth, slapping Asabe with his iron leg. Even a barricade marriage didn't bother him. His face turned pale again as he reached out and grabbed the hair of their turban hanging from the kitchen sink.
“This is a human problem. I want to know which bastard went to Jabiru, the shopkeeper, and asked for a bottle of lemonade and the food his wife had, saying he was an engineer?”
Nafi and Larai exchanged glances, but neither of them said anything since they both knew who could do this. And he was the one who had given up on this opportunity when she was a bride, and now, seventeen years later, even her four daughters-in-law have been roaming around the house, and nothing has changed...…
“What am I talking about? Or should I turn the ground of this house into the sky!!?”
Malam Dauda spoke with a deep sigh of relief, his heart filled with grief over the debt he had incurred without even a penny to pay. No one could hear him except the sound of Asabe chewing gum, which was rising from time to time…
