In Memory of My Dearest Beloved Father Today, I recall with great nostalgia the memory of my beloved father Inspector, Adamu Kwaru, better known as Mallam. He died on Friday, 6th January, 1984 at 3:05pm at MMSH, after a prolonged illness. Sequel to his death, he had lived a simple, accommodating and exemplary life in all his dealings. These attributes made him famous not only among his fellow Policemen in the Barracks but across all places he interacted with. Married women rallied behind him to get succor from the brutality of their husbands and often mediated among married couples and teenagers. His home became a mini refugees camp for both children and couples in matrimonial conflicts. Mallam adored modernization but adopted traditionalistic lifestyle of his Fulani culture. As a demonstration for his simplicity and love for this culture, his meals at home were served in Akushi only; a local plate curled from a woody perennial plant. He never lacked Nono from his famous Tulu as all kids and the women at the neighborhood looked forward to market days to feel the taste of Fura da Nono delicacy. As a daily routine, after the earlier morning prayers, he recited verses of the Holy Quran to maintain and boost his memorization. He stated his sojourn as a uniform personnel from the Native Authority and thereafter had his service moved to the NPF. He had all his working life in Kano but had participated at the Congo Peace Mission and as a war veteran having participated at the Biafra war (I still adore his pictures at the war fronts). The climax of Mallams Police job was during the Maitatsine Riot, where he played an outstanding role as the only officer that could surmount courage to confront the insurgents and recovered the wondered personnel at the war front. At the end of the war, he was commended by the then IG, promoted and decorated to the rank of a Senior Inspector for his gallantly role. One ambition which Mallam had nursed was to provide quality education to the society. Our house became filled up with relations all in the quest for his support to having a formal education. Because Mallam was not blessed with siblings early, It was hard, really hard to accept that he gave birth to only two biological children, cognizant of the fact that all the children in the house were treated as one and same, and used his name in all engagements. Though my elder sister was married at an earlier age, we enjoyed every bids of our livelihood with other siblings around. Alhamdulillah, he gave us the best parental upbringing and discipline that modeled us away from the distinctive nature of the mainstream Barracks boys. We mourn you today and always, and pray for a blissful rest. We take solace in Allah for a life completely in the service of humanity and His deen. We shall continue to broaden that vision and in sha Allah, from a small but respectful home, we are building a large empire and continuing to support indigents and orphans in our society, identifying and establishing opportunities for others to discover their potentials as well as in the service of Islam. May Allah make Aljannah Firdaus his final abode, amin. Saleh Adamu Kwaru
Posted on: Tue, 06 Jan 2015 19:25:04 +0000
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