In Zamfara State, amid the backdrop of a rice-filled marriage ceremony, a conversation unfolded.

“Mama, mama, why are you doing this?” called an elderly lady from the house’s corridor. In response, a faint, sweet voice emanated from the depths of the owner’s voice. A young girl chimed in, “I am nearing the end of my life, my chubby darling.” Aiko, if I spot you in the living room, will you discern my expectations?

As the girl matured, she propelled forward, her appearance transformed, revealing her true essence as a genuine girl. Her journey commenced, and she bore the nickname “chocolate.” Take care.

“Yes, don’t be bashful. Embrace my men, head to the water table, and the rest of your duties will follow.”

Batareda assured, “Ego, it’s alright. Grab a small metal pail and proceed.” She nudged her onward, as if caressing a child’s cheek. Aiko embarked on her solitary journey, her gaze lowered. Why did she walk with such composure? Her demeanor contrasted with her grandmother’s girlish appearance, but she remained undeterred. She wore an abaya like the one handed down by her mother, albeit without expertise.

En route to her destination, a young girl approached her. Aiko’s four-eyed stare met the girl’s fearful exclamation, “Snake, snake!” Startled, she dropped her jar and cried out. The onlookers remained silent, their thoughts preoccupied, awaiting their mother’s response.

As she approached the water source, the snake coiled and she attempted to open a window. The girl from Shagwaba began detailing the snake’s characteristics. She continued a short distance, and the snake swiftly wrapped itself from her head to her neck, approaching the people with a serpentine grace. Still, it wore a smile. Drawing near, it spoke, “Bibibo, I have many blessings to bestow. Today, I gift you with my plump eggo. Touch me…” The onlookers observed, their eyes wide, and their hearts racing. “Is this my chance to taste the melon?” thought the girl. She smiled back and replied, “I apologize, ma’am. Why did you do it? But now I’m back…” She nudged Baki forward and whispered something to her sister, signaling, “I’m waiting for you. Hurry, let’s go.” Her sister complied, and an argument between their children ensued over Saba. As she attempted to intervene, one of them hurled an offensive object at her. Aiko kept her eyes closed, grabbed her bag, and dashed to her house, where Eggo awaited her, troubled as if she had uttered, “No.”