THE SCARIt was a few minutes to 4pm,consequently the Ladanis familiar sonorous voice floated through the air from nearby mosque,calling for the Swalatul Asr prayer.Firdausi hurriedly performed her absolution and settled for her prayer infront of her table top freezer which was her own beacon for the eastern direction.After a rushed lunch of Tuwon shinkafa and dried okro soup, which she considered bland,she retired swiftly to the living room to find out why it was filled with laughter.The long scintilating chat was punctuated by fists of discordant laughter.Hajiya Saadatu with roboust ethussiasm naratted Mustaphas marriage ordeal in the hands of his prospectiv inlaws.When it was time for the compulsory traditional beating,he had stepped out courageously like a galant kanuri warrior,but after a few strokes of the well seasoned gora had descended mercilessly on his lanky body as though it was a bag of dried beans,his bravery was bleached instantly.He impulsively stormed out of the scene like he was possessed by a myriad of demons screaming ontop of his wayyo allah na mutu,wayyo!............ To everyones utmost consternation.His would be father inlaw couldnt mask his disappointment as his supposed bride and her friends let out fist of wild derison....... Excerpts frm THE SCARComposed by #edoziemcv
Posted on: Mon, 14 Jul 2014 10:49:30 +0000
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