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Taslim said, "May Allah forgive you, King of Anger, I was just playing with her."
"Well, such play is not appreciated," he said, glaring at Taslim.
He looked at Farhan and said, "Come closer."
Slowly, she stepped closer, playing slightly with her fingers.
Before she sat down, he paused and gazed at her intently. Farhan was growing taller, blossoming, and becoming even more breathtakingly beautiful.
He half-closed his eyes with a smile as she sat down a short distance from him.
"So, how are you, my love?"
Lowering her head with intense shyness, she replied, "I am doing great."
"Actually, since earlier I wanted to come to your class, but I decided to wait and see if you would come over instead."
She only smiled and said nothing.
"I really don't like this silence. You need to talk to me so I can hear your voice. Everyday you just come and look at me while smiling—even though your smile captivates me, you still need to say something."
"I have nothing to say," she said with a hint of coyness.
He laughed and said, "Your voice and your English make you sound like an English girl!"
Farhan widened her eyes in surprise at what her Prince had just said.
"Farhan, my older brother's wedding is coming up soon. You're going to come, right?"
"When is it?"
"In about a month, insha Allah. You will come, won't you?"
"I'm wondering if I'll even be permitted to leave home."
"Why wouldn't they let you?"
"Our father is very protective. I'm never allowed to go out unless some of our classmates are going, so we can go together. Plus, you'd have to give me an invitation card to take home."
"Don't worry, that's not a problem at all. How could my brother's wedding take place without his wife attending? You know that right after their wedding is ours."
She widened her eyes in shock, as if he had said something terrifying.
"Why are you widening your eyes like that?"
"How can anyone talk about marriage right now? We are just kids!"
They were whispering quietly so no one else could hear what they were saying, but upon hearing Farhan's remark, Prince raised his voice and exclaimed, "What?!"
People turned to look at them. Prince brushed it off, lowered his voice, knitted his brows slightly, and asked, "Who are kids?"
Pouting slightly, she said, "Well, we haven't even finished school yet. And doesn't a person have to grow up before getting married? Who would even marry us right now?"
Prince smiled, shaking his head at Farhan's naivety and youthful innocence, and said, "Who told you that growing up is something obvious to the eye? And who told you that the condition for marriage is that someone must be fully grown up before getting married?"
"That's just how I've seen it done."
"Hmm, typical Farhan. Now, what if my Dad came to ask for your hand in marriage, wouldn't they give you to him?"
He said this in a very serious tone.
Looking like she was about to cry, she said, "I swear, I think he would almost break my bones! He'd ask how on earth I got a boyfriend and started talking about marriage!"
"True, you are still a baby, but you look so..."
He trailed off, continuing to stare at her intensely until she felt a bit self-conscious.
"But you do love me, don't you?"
She raised her eyes to look at him, then quickly lowered them again.
"Hmm, I understand."
An SS3 senior student walked into the classroom. The moment he stepped in, Taslim jumped up, ran over, and hugged him. He lifted her up, spinning her around in the middle of the class.
Farhan was filled with utter astonishment. What kind of shamelessness and lack of shame was this?
Coquettishly, Taslim said, "I miss you, honey."
"Miss you too, dear. Ever since I got back last week, you haven't been coming around so we could meet."
"We weren't in town; we went to Abuja, that's why. Are you well, dear? But you've recovered, right?"
Babba replied, "Alhamdulillah, I'm feeling much better."
Farhan felt entirely out of place, overcome by a wave of shyness as she watched Taslim and Mubarak (known as Babba) still refusing to let go of each other.
Sadik said, "Honestly, Mubarak, you guys should take this outside. You know my baby here is innocent, stop doing indecency in front of her and filling her head with weird thoughts!"
Taslim retorted, "Innocent my foot! She knows everything. Don't mind them, my sugar."
She said this while kissing Mubarak on the cheek.
Nasir chimed in, "Look at how things are done—unlike your kind of romance, which is like something from our grandparents' era!"
Farhan stood up and said, "I'm going back to class."
Sadik asked, "Did they chase you out? Idiots! Come on, let me walk you to class."
He stood up, walked side-by-side with her, and they exited the room, though Nasir's eyes lingered on Farhan as she walked away.
Amin slapped his thigh and asked, "Man, are you alright?"
"I'm totally fine, just watching that girl. Honestly, when am I going to clear the path for Prince? Dammit, did you see what I just saw?"
"He'd literally mess you up big time."
"Oh, please, spare me! He acts all high and mighty like he's a saint, but this girl looks so hot, you get what I mean?"
"Don't you dare let him find out, I swear you won't like the consequences. I know there is nothing he wouldn't do over this girl."
Nasir said, "We'll keep pushing him on the line. If he refuses to see the light, he'll see what we're capable of." They continued their crass conversation.
Days passed quickly. The time for the delivery of the bridal wardrobe items (kayan lefe) arrived. All of Alhaji Abdullahi's relatives from the village came to inspect the items, and Inna, along with her granddaughter, prepared vehicles to transport the massive collection of goods.
They headed to Alhaji Abdullahi's upscale mansion. Nana's eyes widened as she stared at the stunning houses, looking at them as if they were delicious biscuits, captivated by their architectural beauty.
Back in the village, people considered the District Head's (Hakimi) house to be the grandest, but now her eyes were truly opening to what real luxury mansions looked like.
She used to be taken to the old family house, but Inna hadn't stepped foot in this particular mansion until today.
Hajiya Hauwa (Mother), on the other hand, was deeply offended by the arrival of the villagers to deliver the bridal items. It ruined her mood completely, as she believed they would ruin the atmosphere because they lacked sophistication.
There was nothing she could do since it was her husband's mother, and her husband was in town, so she couldn't throw a tantrum. She had detested the idea of village items from the beginning, let alone having villagers escort them—especially while her elite friends and fashionable relatives were present. She despised being associated with such "rubbish."
Trunks and boxes were brought inside. Inna instructed the workers to unpack and display the items. Hakimi (Alhaji Abdullahi) added a dozen extra wax prints (atamfofi), while Inna contributed silver rings and necklaces.
Cheers of joy and prayers for blessings filled the room.
One of Mother's friends remarked, "Hajiya Hauwa, even though your husband's family is from the countryside, they certainly know how to do things right! If it were my in-laws, they'd either dump the stuff carelessly or steal part of it. But look at these valuable goods—stunning, high-grade wax prints, and those silver pieces are extremely expensive!"
Mother hissed dismissively and said, "I hate everything involving these people. If they wanted to contribute, they should have just sent the items over without coming themselves. Now they've brought them, stayed around, and are involved in everything. God forbid they messed anything up, because I honestly don't trust them."
"Hajiya Hauwa, what's wrong with this? Goodness gracious! In this day and age, finding in-laws who genuinely care about your family is a blessing. I see absolutely nothing wrong with it."
Mother rolled her eyes, fuming internally and glaring at them as if they were trash.
Daddy walked in accompanied by the groom, Usman.
Immediately, the villagers erupted in ululation and cheers. Alhaji Abdullahi smiled warmly, and Usman did the same.
Alhaji Abdullahi walked over, knelt before his mother (Hajiya Inna), and began showering her with praise-singing and heartfelt greetings.
He removed his cap, knelt right in front of her, and said, "Welcome, pure mother with a pure heart! The pillar of support for everyone who leans on her, the pride of her children, the darling of Hakimi—welcome, my own mother!"
Everyone in the living room broke into cheers because of how touching and respectful the display was.
Inna smiled, revealing her white teeth, and replied, "Welcome, son of your mother. Did you all have a safe trip?"
"We arrived safely, Inna."
"You've been traveling abroad, Usman. Allah has brought us to your wedding season. May the Almighty bless it."
"Ameen, Inna."
Usman said, "Good afternoon, Inna."
"I won't answer you, seeing as you never visit me anymore!"
Usman defended himself, "It's not like that, Inna. You know we don't live permanently in the country."
"Oh, you're over there serving the government, is that it? Well, it doesn't matter, I have come myself. I will stay here until the wedding is over. Hakimi added more gifts to your wardrobe items, he said he's so happy for you, and may Allah grant us long life until the wedding day."
Alhaji Abdullahi said, "Mashallah, we are deeply grateful, Your Highness. May Allah increase your wealth and bless you even more."
Nana spoke up, "Good afternoon, Uncle."
Alhaji Abdullahi looked up, smiled at Nana, and said, "Ah, I didn't even notice you! I'm the one who should be greeting you, my own child. Good afternoon, my mother."
Nana covered her face in shyness without answering.
Inna pointed at Usman and asked her, "Do you know this person? Or do you not know him because of his bushy hair?"
Nana replied, "Of course I know him!"
"Then what is his name?"
Nana fell silent, trying hard to think, but she couldn't remember.
"See what I told you, Abdullahi? She doesn't even know her own relatives' names—she just calls them 'our uncle with the bushy hair!'"
Alhaji Abdullahi laughed, "Forgive her, Inna, we'll sort it out, insha Allah."
Growing tired of sitting around, Nana slipped out to the courtyard to explore the premises and admire the sights.
She walked around, staring at the luxury cars parked in the compound, touching them one by one and peering inside.
Growing bored of that, she wandered off to another section of the estate.
She continued her stealthy peeking and wandering.
As Prince's car entered the compound, he noticed the large crowd again. From inside the vehicle, he let out a furious hiss, complaining about useless gatherings crowding up their home and stripping them of their privacy.
He slung his bag over his shoulder and marched toward the BQ (Boys' Quarters) while grumbling and complaining. However, the moment he stepped into the living room, he found someone touching the massive flat-screen TV mounted on the wall.
"Hey! Who are you? What the hell do you think you're doing here?!"
Startled, she spun around, looked at him, and said, "Sorry, I didn't know nobody was supposed to come in here."
He thought she looked vaguely familiar, but couldn't place where he had seen her.
"What kind of an idiot are you? Coming to people's houses and wandering where you aren't sent! Did you even see anyone else hanging around here?"
Frowning, she snapped back, "Don't you dare insult me! Didn't I just say I'm sorry?" She pouted angrily.
"Get out of my room right now, you lunatic!"
Nana fired back, "Shut up! You're the lunatic, not me!"
"You're calling me a lunatic?"
"Well, who the hell told you to call me a lunatic first?!"
"Your father!" he retorted.
"Your father, not mine!"
Fuming, he marched straight toward her...
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1. Summary
This segment of Wuta a Masaƙa highlights two contrasting worlds: the high-stakes, teasing romance between Sadik (Prince) and Farhan at school, and the chaotic, traditional family gathering at Sadik’s mansion in Kano for his older brother Usman’s wedding preparations.
At school, Sadik openly flirts with Farhan, teasing her about her shyness and casually talking about their future marriage, much to Farhan's absolute shock and embarrassment. Meanwhile, senior students like Babba and Taslim openly display affection in class, drawing disapproval from Farhan and envy/resentment from onlookers like Nasir, who plots against Sadik.
Back at the family estate, Inna (Sadik's grandmother) and her entourage—including the sharp-tongued and curious Nana—arrive with the bridal wardrobe items (kayan lefe). While Mother (Hajiya Hauwa) seethes with irritation over the rustic presence of village relatives invading her elite space, Alhaji Abdullahi and Usman warmly greet Inna with deep traditional respect.
Oblivious to the family politics, Nana wanders around the mansion and accidentally wanders into Sadik’s BQ sanctuary. When Sadik finds her touching his television, a fiery, insult-laden verbal clash erupts between the two hot-tempered youths, setting up an explosive dynamic between Sadik and the elusive village girl he previously failed to recognize.
2. Description
- Tone & Atmosphere: A vibrant blend of sweet, adolescent puppy love at school and sharp, domestic comedy mixed with class friction at the family mansion.
- Character Dynamics:
- Sadik & Farhan: Showcases Sadik's confident, slightly overbearing romantic persistence contrasted with Farhan's innocent, rule-abiding shyness.
- Mother & Inna's Entourage: Highlights the cultural clash between old-school traditional family structures and modern elite pretensions.
- Sadik & Nana: Introduces a volatile comedic rivalry. Two stubborn, quick-to-anger personalities collide in a closed space, sparking immediate hostility.
- Themes Explored: The innocence versus ambition of teenage romance, the tension of extended family integration in elite households, and culture clashes within modern Nigerian society.
3. Analytics
Psychological & Character Analysis
- Sadik (Prince): His casual mention of marriage to Farhan illustrates his youthful detachment from reality (ruɗin Ƙuruciya). He operates with supreme confidence, indifferent to social boundaries or age appropriateness, viewing the world entirely through the lens of his own desires.
- Nana: Bold, inquisitive, and fiercely defensive. Unlike Farhan's submissive shyness, Nana refuses to be bullied or intimidated by anyone—matching Sadik's arrogance insult for insult when cornered.
- Mother (Hajiya Hauwa): Her disdain for her rural in-laws underscores the alienation of upper-class urban families from their traditional roots, prioritizing aesthetic perfection and social status over family unity.
Narrative Progression & Tropes
- The "Accidental Enemy" Trope: The initial encounters between Sadik and Nana, where they continuously cross paths without realizing their connection to the larger family drama, build comedic tension for future clashes.
- Generational Contrast: The traditional, respectful deference shown by Alhaji Abdullahi and Usman to Inna contrasts sharply with Sadik's anti-social isolationism and Mother's elitist bitterness.
