YAR BANGAR SIYASA Complete Document Written By Binta Umar Abbale
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I witnessed a dilapidated house and watched as the entire wall crumbled to the ground. Passersby too were peering into the house…
I spotted a young woman holding a sack, lamenting, “Oh, what a tragedy it is. Every day, this house stands exposed, its dignity lost. You’ll lose someone who won’t shut the door or be mindful. What’s the point of enduring poverty, God? Make us impervious, like an iron wall.”
“No, Aunt Wasila, let us breathe life into this house again. If we don’t open it, what will happen? It will decay and wither away. By the way, stepping out of our father’s home was nothing but pain for us. It’s a futile endeavor.” She concluded, her voice filled with frustration.
A woman washing clothes by a well chimed in, “I once told Rashida I’d marry your father. He passed away, leaving me in hardship. Before he entered our lives, there were well-off suitors seeking my hand. I married him out of love, thinking he was handsome. Beauty, it turned out, is but a fleeting debt. Marry a wealthy man to relieve worldly sorrows.”
Rashi tossed a bundle of potatoes ahead and retorted, “Oh God, when I married, I vowed that I wouldn’t wed an insignificant man unless I chose strength. My son from this beauty won’t be born in vain.”
Uwani interjected, “Well said, Rashi. Do as you please. Your mother is beautiful, and your father isn’t strong enough to protect you. We’re alone in this, so don’t consider the reasons for marriage. Regardless of who she is, whatever she desires, and whatever beauty she possesses, seek prosperous men with strong hands. Don’t let the beauty God gave you go to waste.”
Wasila, standing and listening, remarked, “Uwani, are you suggesting we embark on a journey of prostitution?”
Uwani replied, “Well, even if it is prostitution, what’s the harm? You’ll be exchanging your body for payment, doomed to borrow someone else’s body and sell yours. Who will discern what’s concealed on your forehead?”
Wasila responded, “Except for Rashida, as I’ve told you, whatever I do, I won’t compromise my honor and dignity. I’m willing to engage in any kind of business, but not prostitution.”
Uwani retorted, “You’re grown, yet not clever. No matter what business you’re in, it’s no different from prostitution. Now you’re becoming passionate about it! In your hands, you’re steering the car you’re driving. Great people will look out for you.”
Wasila confronted her, declaring, “By Allah, Uwani, you’re too modest. I won’t engage in this profession, no matter what. I have a good education, and racism is my utmost disdain. I won’t stoop to that level.”
Rashida chimed in, “Aunt Wasila, by God, you underestimate yourself. With your attractive body and charm, you’re contemplating a trade that men will do! You’re the one who’s struggling, not us.”
Asha cautioned her, “If you speak like that again, you’ll grieve your soul! I don’t want you engaged in this, as long as there’s money. Just bestow your blessings on me through prayers.”
A woman busy hanging laundry added, “We’ll be watching closely. Today, bring us grilled chicken with lemon, and we’ll know you’ve become a ‘business woman.'”
Wasila responded, “By the greatness of God and the Prophet, I won’t embark on a journey through such establishments, and I won’t send Rashida into this trade. By God, she’s not worth such trouble. As our mother, protect our honor. God willing, I’ll leave today. It’s fitting.”
Uwani conceded, “Since you’ve said so, our sustenance and well-being are in your hands.” She added, “Yes, I heard you. God willing, He’ll empower me to carry out your responsibility.”
She lifted the sack and started to walk away, then turned back to look at their mother, saying, “Even if I leave, son of God, don’t abandon the sack like that. It’s more dignified.” Uwani responded, “God bless you.” Wasila replied with “Ameen” and left the house.
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