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Ever since his father passed away, Baffa had secured a formal job in the city and left his home village behind. He had tried everything in his power to convince his mother, Inna, to relocate and live near him in the city, but she adamantly refused (mursisi), declaring that she felt far more content living in the village where she had spent her entire life. However, she made a firm arrangement for him to marry her niece, SAILUBA. Inna had personally raised Sailuba following the tragic death of the girl's mother, who passed away during the complications of her second childbirth. At that time, Baffa was a secondary school student enrolled in a distant boarding institution, which meant he only interacted with Sailuba whenever he returned home for vacations.
Allah had tested Sailuba with a deep, overwhelming affection for Baffa. However, she never openly displayed her feelings due to the strict modesty demanded of young Hausa women; she locked her desires deep within her heart and dedicated herself to intense prayers, begging for Allah's best choice. Sailuba possessed a decent level of education; she had completed her junior secondary school education (Junior Academy) and had also gone quite far in her Islamic religious studies.
Baffa never for once treated Sailuba as though their union was a forced or arranged marriage of convenience. From the time his biological father was alive, Baffa had never been capable of disobeying any command or directive given by his parents. Now that his father was no longer alive, this absolute devotion applied fully to his mother; no matter how difficult or taxing a task she set before him, he would never dream of refusing her.
Because of this profound obedience, he constantly showered in a wealth of blessings and heartfelt prayers from his mother—blessings he firmly believed were the secret behind his rapid success and advancement in life.
From the very moment their marriage was formalized, Baffa and Sailuba enjoyed absolute domestic harmony. They never engaged in bitter disputes, handling every aspect of their lives with flawless unity—resolving their private matters together behind closed doors. However, once Sailuba settled into the city and her eyes became fully opened to the modern lifestyle, she began mingling with the wives of Baffa’s business associates. Over time, an arrogant sense of superiority took root in her heart. She began to feel that she had completely surpassed her friends in class and status, believing she was far too sophisticated to associate with them—all because of the immense wealth Allah had suddenly bestowed upon her husband through a lucrative business venture he had recently launched.
The very first obstacle their marriage encountered was the painful challenge of childlessness. When Inna realized that five full years had passed without a single sign or announcement of pregnancy, the issue began to weigh heavily on her mind. From that point onward, she spoke of nothing else but her desperate desire to see her grandchildren before she passed away. While Baffa initially tried to remain indifferent, the prolonged delay eventually began to trouble him deeply as well. They exhausted every option available, moving relentlessly between traditional herbal remedies and advanced hospital treatments.
One afternoon, Sailuba went to pay a visit to her closest confidante—the woman who, since Sailuba's arrival in the city, remained her absolute favorite friend. After exchanging warm greetings, the housemaid served refreshments, presenting them elegantly before the guest. Sailuba glanced over at her friend, Zakiyya, and asked, "By the way, where is DEEDAH?" Deedah was Hajiya Zakiyya’s eldest daughter.
Flashed a knowing smile, Zakiyya replied, "Humm, Deedah is a whole storm of drama these days! She’s currently cooped up in her bedroom, throwing a massive, childish tantrum. She’s demanding that I force her father to buy her a brand-new car. Personally, I don’t see a single thing wrong with the car she currently drives, which is why I’ve completely ignored her tantrums. That girl is filled to the brim with endless trouble, wallahi!"
Sailuba let out a soft chuckle. "Haba, Zakiyya! She is your only daughter, after all. If she desires a new vehicle, you really should just buy it for her; it’s not right to deny her. Where is she? Let her come out and describe the exact model and color she wants, and you’ll see how quickly I will make it happen."
They both burst into laughter, after which Hajiya Zakiyya said, "You spoil that girl entirely too much, Sailuba. It’s high time she learns that a person cannot simply get everything they desire in this life." Zakiyya paused for a moment before changing the subject. "By the way, Sailuba, how is the medical treatment going? Have you found any success yet?"
"Which medical treatment?" Hajiya Sailuba asked, her eyes locked onto Hajiya Zakiyya.
"The fertility treatments for childbirth, of course," Zakiyya answered with absolute sincerity.
Sailuba suddenly unleashed a loud, mocking laugh. "Wait... did someone actually convince you that I am using any of those tedious remedies that Inna and the others keep forcing on me?!"
Hajiya Zakiyya stared at her in utter bewilderment. "I don’t understand you at all, my friend. Are you seriously trying to tell me that all the stress, resources, and running around we’ve been doing is a complete waste of time because you aren't even taking the medication?!"
"Why on earth should I stress myself over childlessness? To be completely honest with you, even if I am destined to give birth, I am absolutely not ready for motherhood right now. Therefore, everyone should stop wasting their energy and money looking for cures on my behalf, because I have no intention of using them!"
"Are you out of your mind?! What could possibly possess you to commit such a reckless, short-sighted act, my friend? No matter what the circumstances are, children are a profound blessing from Allah, and you can never know which child will be your ultimate salvation in old age!"
"Listen, you’re beginning to seriously annoy me with this endless 'childbirth, childbirth' lecture! Just drop the subject, for Allah's sake! Look around you—there is absolutely nothing I lack in this life. My husband provides for my every whim without a single complaint. His mother doesn't even view me as a mere daughter-in-law; she treats me like her own flesh and blood, since I am her niece and she raised me herself. Therefore, I see absolutely no logical reason why I should subject my body to intense physical stress just to have a child."
"Are you not worried that a day will come when your husband loses patience and decides to marry a second wife who can bear him children? You know very well that no man on this earth wants to live without leaving a legacy behind."
"Oh, please! Just stop right there! How could you even think I would ever sit back and allow such a thing to happen? Baffa will never marry another woman in this world as long as SAILUBA is alive—you can mark that down as an absolute fact! Furthermore, you need to understand that no matter how intensely he might crave children, he will ultimately force himself to accept his fate, because the love of his life simply doesn't want them. Do you understand?"
And so, life continued its steady march. Sailuba and her husband, Baffa, remained deeply immersed in their passionate love story, while Inna continued to drown in worry over the complete lack of grandchildren. As for Baffa, he remained completely unbothered; in his view, the arrival of children was strictly a matter of divine timing.
During this period, Baffa completed the construction of his magnificent, luxurious mansion located in a prime, upscale neighborhood. He formally packed out of the standard government staff quarters and moved into his private residence. This relocation brought him immense prestige and respect within the community. He took it upon himself to empower several unemployed youth within the neighborhood—young men who used to loiter aimlessly—by setting up sustainable business ventures for them. This noble act earned Baffa immense reverence and honor in the eyes of the community elders, who viewed him with the utmost respect.
However, seeing how rapidly time was slipping away, Inna reached her absolute breaking point. She delivered a fierce, non-negotiable ultimatum: Baffa must immediately seek out a second woman to marry, declaring that she would no longer tolerate his continued childlessness under a single wife. It was only at this exact moment that Sailuba’s absolute composure completely shattered. She had never, in her wildest dreams, expected such an aggressive move from Inna.
Let's see how it unfolds.
Unable to find a moment of peace or sit still, Sailuba immediately rushed over to Hajiya Zakiyya’s house to seek urgent counsel. Now, you must not mistake Hajiya Zakiyya for a young woman of Sailuba’s age; not at all. Their relationship was simply a product of modern, transactional high-society friendships. In reality, Zakiyya’s eldest daughter, Deedah, was already nearly twenty years old, and she had two older sons currently pursuing their university degrees abroad. Sailuba, on the other hand, was barely between twenty-six and twenty-eight years old at the time. When her marriage to Baffa was formalized, she was a mere girl of eighteen, meaning they had been married for roughly ten years.
The moment Sailuba finished pouring out her anxieties, she fell into a heavy, expectant silence, her eyes locked onto Hajiya Zakiyya. Zakiyya sat perfectly still on her sofa, thoughtfully tapping her feet against the floor. Let out a long, heavy sigh, Sailuba prodded, "You're sitting there completely silent without saying a single word, my friend! You know very well that this is not a joking matter. I know better than anyone that whatever decision Inna decrees is absolute, because Baffa is entirely incapable of overriding his mother's words."
"This is the direct consequence of your own massive blunder, Sailuba!" Zakiyya snapped. "From the very beginning, I explicitly warned you to stand firm and take absolute control over Baffa's entire will. But you arrogantly claimed that both he and his mother were wrapped securely around your little finger! Well, now you see the reality. What mother on this earth doesn't want to see her grandchildren? You foolishly believed that because you always got whatever you desired from him, you didn't need to take spiritual or manipulative precautions. Look at where that arrogance has landed you. Tell me, does your power look greater than his mother's command right now?"
"For Allah's sake, my friend, let’s just drop all that blame!" Sailuba pleaded, her voice trembling. "I fully admit that I made a massive mistake. Right now, all I want is for us to find an immediate solution to correct this blunder, and permanently seal off any other loophole that might threaten my position in the future."
A wicked, ominous smirk spread across Hajiya Zakiyya's face. Before she could offer a response, her husband suddenly walked into the living room, whispering his Islamic greeting with a deeply timid, guilty demeanor, trying to slip past them unnoticed.
"Hey! Stop right there!" Zakiyya barked in a thunderous shout that caused Sailuba to jump in her seat. "What kind of utter idiot are you, for Allah's sake?! Why are you completely incapable of listening to simple instructions? Absolutely nothing I tell you ever penetrates your thick skull! I swear to you, Alhaji Lawan, the day you push me to my absolute limit in this house, things will end terribly for you!"
His entire body trembling with fear, Alhaji Lawan stammered, "For Allah's sake, Hajiya, please forgive me! I swear I simply didn't notice that you had a guest here."
He stepped forward trembling, approaching Hajiya Sailuba, and dropped completely to his knees on the floor to offer his greetings in a deeply submissive tone. Sailuba responded softly, her eyes welling with tears out of pure pity for the pathetic state of the man. Alhaji Lawan then quietly stood up and slunk away toward the staircase like a defeated servant.
"And make sure you thoroughly clean and organize my bedroom before I come upstairs!" Zakiyya shouted after him.
"Understood," he murmured submissively before vanishing up the stairs.
Zakiyya leaned in close, tapping Sailuba on the shoulder. "Look at that, my friend. The absolute rule of thumb is this: the very moment you allow a single drop of pity to enter your heart, your control over a man will completely fail. If these men ever get the upper hand over you, what they will do to you will be far worse—they will utterly shatter and dismantle your entire life."
And so, Hajiya Zakiyya successfully filled Sailuba’s mind with diabolical, dark counsel, instructing her to reduce Baffa to a completely submissive beast of burden led by a leash—exactly the way she controlled her own husband. Within a remarkably short period, through the deployment of dark spiritual manipulation (asiri), the marriage plans Inna had set in motion were completely derailed. Neither Inna nor Baffa raised the issue of a second wife again for a very long time. Sailuba secured absolute control over Baffa’s will; he could no longer execute a single decision without her explicit approval. Even when he wanted to perform a charitable act for his own mother, he had to seek Sailuba's permission first; if she refused, the matter was dropped instantly.
Now, there lived a certain elderly man named Malam Babba further down their street. He was a deeply righteous, honorable soul who used the immense religious knowledge Allah had blessed him with for the betterment of the community. Because of his impeccable character, he held an incredibly lofty status and respect in the eyes of the neighborhood. No matter how wayward or undisciplined a youth was, a foul or abusive word would never escape Malam Babba’s lips; he offered nothing but gentle prayers for spiritual guidance and heartfelt blessings. This noble approach earned him immense popularity among both the youth and their parents. He possessed great authority over the local young men, which inspired him to establish an evening Islamic school (Islamiyya). The classes convened after Maghrib prayers until Isha on Thursdays and Fridays, attracting a massive crowd of both children and adults.
Baffa was one of the dedicated students of this evening school. Furthermore, he viewed Malam Babba as the most trusted father figure in the entire neighborhood, because the old man was entirely indifferent to wealth or social status—he would deliver the absolute truth directly to your face, no matter how bitter or painful it might be. Whenever Baffa was in town, his favorite evening pastime was sitting with Malam Babba. During these moments, the old man would masterfully weave deep moral counsel into their conversations, preaching patience, humility, and peaceful coexistence. He constantly reminded them to always pray for the guidance of those who had lost their way, rather than resorting to insults or curses, warning that such negativity could easily rebound upon oneself or one's own children in the future.
Among the young men Baffa had formally employed in his business were two of Malam Babba’s biological sons, Kamalu and Usman. Baffa took immense pride and pleasure in working with them, as they clearly reflected the exceptional moral upbringing they had received from their father.
Oh, I completely forgot to mention an important detail: from his childhood days back in the village, Baffa shared an inseparable bond with his closest childhood friend, Hassan. The two were so close they were practically treated as children born of the same mother and father; they did absolutely everything together. Even their sleeping arrangements were shared—if they spent tonight sleeping at Baffa’s family home, tomorrow night would be spent at Hassan’s house. This intense bond eventually drew their respective parents into a deep intimacy, uniting the two families as though they were bound by direct bloodlines.
A full year passed without Inna ever uttering another word to Baffa regarding a second marriage, entirely due to the paralyzing effects of the powerful dark magic (asiri) Sailuba had used to suppress her. Then, out of nowhere, Baffa unexpectedly traveled to the village. By that time, it had been nearly two full months since Inna last set her eyes on her son. This was a man who used to travel every single weekend without fail to visit his mother, bringing her a wealth of gifts to make her happy. Now, however, he only moved whenever Princess Sailuba granted her royal permission.
That was the state of affairs.
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After exchanging formal greetings and inquiring about each other's well-being after their long separation, Baffa offered a flimsy excuse, claiming that an intense business schedule was the sole reason behind his prolonged absence. Inna stared at him in utter astonishment. In his entire life, she had never known a business obligation to prevent him from coming to greet her until now. However, she instantly deduced that his absence was a deliberate attempt to evade the marriage issue she had been pressuring him with.
Steeling her expression, she muttered, "May Allah guide us to what is right."
Inna adjusted her posture on the mat and said, "Baffa, I know I have pressured you intensely regarding this marriage issue—so much so that you've started viewing my actions as an annoying burden. But Baffa, I need you to understand that children are what elevate a man's honor and dignity in the eyes of society. Children are a profound mercy and a divine blessing that Allah does not bestow upon just anyone. Tell me, wouldn't it be your ultimate source of pride to look upon the coolness of your own eyes today and feel a deep sense of joy? Therefore, I want you to listen to me very carefully: today is the fifth of the month. I am granting you from now until the absolute end of this month to bring forward a woman to marry. If you fail to do so, I will personally select a wife for you, exactly the way I chose Sailuba."
Baffa fell into a heavy silence, cold sweat pouring down his face in thick streams. Inna noticed his intense distress perfectly well, but she deliberately feigned ignorance.
Wiping his brow, Baffa pleaded, "For Allah's sake, Inna, please grant me just a little more time. I swear I will do exactly as you wish. But Inna... how on earth am I supposed to break this news to Sailuba?"
Hearing this, Inna’s fury exploded. She realized that his hesitation was born entirely out of a desperate fear of upsetting Sailuba.
With her face twisted in severe anger, she spat, "Oh! So it is because of Sailuba's feelings that you are willing to leave yourself without an heir?! I swear by Allah, if the end of this month arrives and you haven't brought forward a bride, I will personally formalize a marriage for you! Do you honestly believe that Sailuba desires children? If she truly wanted a family, she wouldn't be secretly taking drugs to block her womb and tying up her fertility! Did you think I was completely ignorant of the wicked games you two are playing in the city?! Let me tell you something: that very friend of hers, the one she foolishly entrusted with her deepest secrets, is the exact person who keeps coming directly to me to expose everything she does! Therefore, I have spoken my final word. If you believe you are man enough to override my authority, then try it and see the consequences! No one on this earth loves Sailuba more than I do. She is my niece, my rightful child, and my own BLOODLINE (JININA CE). I personally raised her with my own hands. Yet, despite the exceptional moral upbringing I provided her, she has cast it all aside, choosing to follow the diabolical advice of her useless friends who are leading her down a path of destruction! I am thoroughly exhausted from trying to speak the truth to her, only for her to show she has absolutely no use for it. Allah is my witness that I have fully fulfilled my maternal duties over her. I gave her the kind of care and upbringing that even her own biological mother could not have surpassed. I am completely washed of any blame regarding her actions, and I pray that Allah guides her back to the right path."
In his entire life, Baffa had never witnessed his mother in such a terrifying state of fury. Normally, Inna treated both him and Sailuba with immense gentleness and affection. But today, he witnessed her raw, unadulterated wrath. He spent the rest of his visit desperately pleading and soothing her until her anger finally cooled, after which he departed for the city.
However, a crushing wave of anxiety settled over his chest regarding how he would confront his princess with this massive development. He knew all too well that approaching her with an issue of this magnitude would be a monumental storm. When he returned home, the heavy burden consumed his mind so deeply that Sailuba repeatedly questioned him about his sudden mood shift, but he simply claimed nothing was wrong.
Whenever life's burdens became too heavy to bear, Baffa habitually sought out the wisdom of Malam Babba. This time was no different; he went to the old man's residence to seek counsel and beg for his spiritual prayers, as was his custom. But as the elders say: destiny always outruns human anticipation. It was at that exact moment that he ran directly into Amina, Malam Babba’s daughter. In all the years he had visited the house, Allah had never allowed their paths to cross until today. Baffa had absolutely no knowledge of Malam’s daughters, as the girls rarely ever stepped past the front door without a monumental reason. Even within the household, catching a glimpse of Amina in the central courtyard was an absolute rarity; she spent her entire life enclosed within the privacy of her quarters.
The moment Baffa’s eyes fell upon Amina, his entire composure evaporated. He had never experienced a love that could violently leap into a man's heart and seize his entire soul in a single second quite like Amina did. The intensity of the feeling completely overwhelmed him, to the point where he could no longer contain it; he openly confessed his sudden love directly to Malam Babba right then and there.
Without a single moment of hesitation, Malam Babba smiled and replied that he had formally gifted Amina to him in marriage. He instructed Baffa to immediately inform his mother, decreeing that, by the grace of Allah, the wedding would be officially formalized before the end of the current month. Allah had placed a profound, special affection for Baffa within Malam Babba’s heart, because Baffa was a man who deeply honored his elders and maintained impeccable character with everyone he encountered.
In a state of pure, unadulterated joy that he couldn't even conceal, Baffa returned to his mansion, his face radiant with a bright glow. His behavior was so uncharacteristically lively that Sailuba couldn't contain her curiosity and demanded to know the source of his happiness. He simply brushed it off, claiming nothing was wrong and that he just felt exceptionally refreshed.
She didn't suspect a thing until the following morning, when she saw him meticulously prepping for another journey. When she inquired about his destination, he casually replied that he was heading back to the village to see Inna.
Sailuba’s stomach instantly twisted into a tight knot of panic. "What on earth is going on?!" she demanded sharply. "You literally just returned from seeing her two days ago, and now you’re suddenly running back there again?!"
Baffa paused, freezing in the middle of spraying his cologne. He turned a cold, level gaze toward her. "Are you seriously trying to tell me that because I returned from greeting my own biological mother two days ago, it has suddenly become a crime for me to go back and see her today?"
"It’s not a crime, but you absolutely cannot travel today! What is wrong with waiting until the end of the month? To just pack your things and bolt out of here today—honestly, I do not approve of this journey at all!"
She delivered her final words using the highly manipulative, seductive tone that her dark spiritualist had instructed her to deploy, advising her to always blend her demands with a heavy dose of feminine wiles, since raw force alone doesn't always guarantee success.
Baffa flashed a thoroughly disgusted look at her. "Listen to me, woman: since you believe you possess absolute authority over my life, go ahead and try to stop me from taking this trip! I see you’ve grown incredibly bold, to the point where your neck has become far too thick for your own good!" He let out a long, contemptuous hiss (tsaki), turned his back on her without another glance, and marched out of the house.
Oftentimes, when reflecting on his actions toward her, Baffa felt as though he was operating under a bizarre, paralyzing fear of her—a form of unnatural submission where her every command was instantly obeyed by his subconscious mind.
Inna herself was profoundly astonished by the news her son brought back. She was overjoyed by the exceptional family he had chosen to marry into, as she had personally witnessed the stellar moral upbringing of Malam Babba’s children. Therefore, without wasting a single second, she summoned her sole surviving younger brother along with Baffa’s paternal uncle. She dispatched them immediately to the city to formally deliver the traditional bride price (dukiyar aure), the courtship gifts (kayan nagani ina so), and to formally fix the wedding date.
Malam Babba tried everything in his power to reject the lavish gifts, insisting that Baffa was as good as his own biological son, but the elders politely stood their ground. They departed Malam’s house filled with immense praise for his extraordinary hospitality and humility.
The moment Sailuba locked eyes with Baffa's uncles arriving at the mansion, a cold dread seized her entire being. She knew with absolute certainty that elders of their status never traveled to the city unless a monumental family event was underway.
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By Hassana Abdul Aziz Yakasai (Maman Islam)
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Despite her rising panic, Sailuba managed to welcome the elders politely, serving them water and food. Since night had already fallen and the distance between their home village and the city was quite vast, the uncles were forced to spend the night at the mansion, though their original plan had been to catch a commercial night-bus back.
Despite Sailuba’s relentless prodding and desperate attempts to fish for information, she couldn't uncover a single detail; the elders completely ignored her inquiries, maintaining absolute silence until the following morning. Once they prepped for departure, Baffa drove them all the way back to the village.
It was during this return trip that Inna formally brought up the issue of bringing back Muhammad—the son of Baffa's late childhood friend, Hassan—whom Baffa had taken in to raise. Muhammad was Hassan's only surviving child, a boy as precious to him as life itself. Ever since Muhammad's birth, during which his mother tragically passed away, Hassan had never been blessed with another child. This was despite the fact that Hassan had three wives at the time; Muhammad's late mother had been the youngest bride, and she was the only one Allah had blessed with offspring. Inna had personally nursed Muhammad with milk after his weaning, but the village head (Babba) stepped in and forcefully took custody of the boy, preventing his biological father from intervening out of sheer respect. Hassan's remaining wives harbored an intense, burning hatred for the child. Because Hassan possessed immense wealth bestowed upon him by Allah, and none of the other wives could conceive, they couldn't stand the sight of the boy. In his younger days, whenever Baffa brought Muhammad to the village for holidays, the boy quickly sensed he was entirely unwanted in his father's house. From that point onward, whenever he visited, he would simply meet his father at the market, spending the entire day bonding and chatting with him there.
The hatred Sailuba harbored for Muhammad was ten times more intense than the vitriol of his stepmothers. In her view, Baffa had completely isolated himself with the boy, paying absolute attention to Muhammad while ignoring everyone else. She had no power whatsoever to mistreat or abuse the boy openly, because she knew with absolute certainty that Baffa would instantly divorce her if she ever harmed him. She constantly mocked his background, calling his father a mere "village teacher." However, no matter how much dark magic she deployed against the child, her spiritual efforts failed completely. Consequently, she resorted to subjecting Muhammad to relentless verbal abuse, public humiliation, and constant taunts regarding his background.
This toxic environment was the direct source of the profound, intense hatred Muhammad harbored for "Umma"—the respectful maternal title Baffa had strictly forced him to call her, even though the boy initially insisted on calling her "Sailuba." Muhammad was a fiercely independent, highly sharp, and utterly fearless young man; he possessed no hesitation whatsoever. Whenever he did something, as long as he knew he was in the right, he would openly admit to it regardless of the consequences. It was solely out of his immense respect for Baffa's status that he brought himself to address Sailuba as Umma.
Muhammad had spent roughly fifteen years under Baffa's care, having been taken in when he was a mere child of four. Currently, Baffa was finalizing arrangements to sponsor his education abroad, as his ultimate dream was for his adopted son to become a medical doctor just like himself.
Two weeks following Muhammad's departure, the wedding between Baffa and Amina was officially formalized. This marriage completely shattered Sailuba's entire reality. She had never, in her wildest dreams, expected Baffa to marry another woman so suddenly, especially since her spiritualist had explicitly guaranteed her that Baffa's mind had been permanently sealed against the very thought of remarriage. Look at such absolute foolishness!
While their living room was filled with guests from their home village who had come for the celebration, Sailuba bolted out of the mansion in a state of absolute, unhinged panic. She headed straight to the house of her closest friend and chief adviser, Hajiya Zakiyya.
She burst into the residence like a madwoman. At that exact moment, Zakiyya’s husband was on his knees on the floor, thoroughly massaging his wife's feet, while Zakiyya sat arrogantly atop her plush sofa, putting on grand airs. The poor man was drenched in a thick sheet of sweat—a pathetic, pitiful sight. This demeaning ritual was a strict condition she had enforced upon him; he was forced to perform it whenever her friends or relatives came to visit, turning it into a mandatory show of absolute dominance...
Part 2: Narrative & Literary Analytics
1. Structural Genesis of Domestic and Interpersonal Conflict
This portion of the narrative serves as a generational prequel, tracing the roots of the deep-seated friction between Muhammad (MD), Maryam, and the maternal figures in the household.
- The Origin of the Title Conflict: The text beautifully untangles the complex family tree, revealing that Baffa married his cousin Sailuba (who later becomes Hajiya Luba, Maryam's mother) out of filial duty to Inna. The introduction of Amina (Malam Babba's daughter, who becomes Ammey) establishes the structural foundation for the co-wife rivalry that shapes the modern timeline.
The Irony of the Bloodline: A profound narrative irony is established through Inna’s declaration that Sailuba is her "true bloodline" (JININA CE). This explicitly connects to the title Ba Jinina Bace ("She is Not My Blood"), signaling that the modern generation's obsession with blood identity is a direct inheritance of these older ancestral disputes.
2. Character Dynamics and Behavioral Archetypes
The characters in this flashback section mirror and explain the psychological traits observed in the modern era:
- Sailuba (Hajiya Luba): Her transition from a modest village girl to an arrogant, elite city woman highlights a thematic critique of material corruption. Her reliance on dark spiritual manipulation (asiri) and toxic advice from Hajiya Zakiyya establishes her as a character who views relationships through the lens of absolute control rather than mutual respect.
- Muhammad’s Foundational Trauma: The text reveals the psychological roots of Muhammad’s severe, uncompromising personality. Raised by a doting but distant adoptive father, hated by his village stepmothers, and relentlessly abused and mocked by Sailuba ("village teacher's son"), Muhammad developed a fiercely independent, hyper-masculine defense mechanism. His modern-day severity ("MD") is a direct response to a childhood spent fighting against domestic hostility.
Alhaji Lawan as a Cautionary Archetype: The pathetic depiction of Zakiyya's husband kneeling to massage her feet serves as a clear literary foil. It represents the exact nightmare Sailuba tries to inflict on Baffa, and the precise image of domestic weakness that Muhammad's aggressive masculinity actively fights against.
3. Comprehensive Character & Relationship Matrix
To understand the intricate generational ties, here is a structured breakdown of the relationships established in this chapter:
CharacterOriginal StatusModern Identity/RoleCore Conflict/MotivationBaffaDutiful son / Success-driven merchantPatriarch of the familyTorn between maternal duty, subconscious manipulation, and sudden genuine love.SailubaInna's orphaned nieceHajiya Luba (Maryam's Mother)Uses manipulation and class elitism to secure her position; fiercely hates Muhammad.AminaMalam Babba's reclusive daughterAmmey (Nasser's Mother)Enters the family through a sudden match; embodies traditional patience and spiritual depth.MuhammadSon of Baffa's late friend HassanYaya Muhammad (MD)Survivor of stepmotherly and aunt-induced abuse; uses institutional military authority to enforce domestic order.Hajiya ZakiyyaHigh-society city womanElite mentor to SailubaOperates as the catalyst for domestic discord, preaching absolute female dominance over weak husbands.
