In all her life, Kulsumu had never experienced a ride as pleasant and luxurious as this. The AC blew cool air from every direction, mingling with a delightful car freshener that made the air inside the vehicle heavenly to breathe. She had once traveled to Gombe with her stepmother, Hajiya Rakiya, but neither the mechanical condition nor the comfort of those cars could compare. This was a thoroughly modern, high-class luxury vehicle. They did not arrive at the Federal Capital Territory (where Hajiya Nasara lived) until late evening. The driver headed straight for the exclusive neighborhood known as Brains & Hammers. Kulsumu huddled against the door, completely exhausted from a car ride lasting over five hours, during which they had stopped nowhere except at a fuel station. All along the way, she could only marvel in awe at the astonishing sights within Nigeria’s capital city. Modern towering skyscrapers stood everywhere, alongside a dizzying variety of cars streaming across roads she never knew existed in this world. There were multi-level flyover bridges she had never laid eyes on. With eyes wide open, mouth and nose agape, she soaked in the breathtaking view, not daring to make even the slightest movement for fear of missing a single wonder. When the driver parked the car in front of Hajiya Nasara’s house at the entrance of the estate, Kulsumu refused to believe her eyes—could these truly be houses, homes where actual people lived? In the Hausa movies she and Batulu watched, she had never encountered homes as beautiful, orderly, and stunning as the neighborhood of Hajiya Nasara. Yet, the house itself wasn't overwhelmingly large; it was a penthouse, as the foreigners call it. The Hajiya’s maid was a young Igala woman named Serah. She took their handbags, curtsied, and warmly welcomed Hajiya Nasara in English before turning to Kulsumu with a smile, saying, "Welcome, Ma." Kulsumu smiled back, understanding that she was being greeted. Hajiya said to her in English: "Serah, take her bag to the room near Nasma's. Make sure she eats, takes a bath, and rests. The room is clean, right?" "I just cleaned it thoroughly, Ajiya," Serah replied. Hajiya Nasara looked at Kulsumu, who stood frozen, rolling her eyes in bewilderment like an old man caught in a lie. Overwhelmed by awe and wondering how on earth Goggo was connected to a woman like Hajiya Nasara, Kulsumu thought to herself that if Goggo hadn't told her about Nasara beforehand, she would have sworn Nasara had lost her way and accidentally ended up in their village. Back in their town, the pinnacle of wealth and luxury began and ended at the Emir of Gaya's palace. Seeing Kulsumu standing rigidly and rolling her eyes, Serah took her by the hand and said: "Let's go to your room so you can take a bath before I bring food, okay?" Inside her head, Kulsumu thought, "I am a woman, not a man—why is she calling me 'ka' (male pronoun) in her broken Hausa?" The room Serah led her to was of moderate size, featuring a gorgeous, plush bed dressed with a soft duvet covering half of it, a built-in wardrobe, and a dressing table with a stool. White curtains framed the room, and pristine white tiles covered the floor. Her village roots truly showed when Serah directed her to the adjoining bathroom to freshen up. She wasted plenty of time staring in fascination and hesitation, completely clueless about how to use anything in the bathroom. After waiting for a long time in silence, Serah finally came looking for her, gently knocking on the door. Kulsumu practically leaped toward her, saying anxiously: "Please come and show me how to take a bath. I don't know how to turn on the tap; whenever I turn it, water just pours down from the ceiling (the shower)!" Serah asked, "You haven't taken your bath yet?" Kulsumu shot her a side-eye and retorted, "I told you, I don't even know how to catch the water in a basin!" Serah realized Hajiya had brought them a village girl, though outwardly she looked like a polished city dweller. She patiently showed her everything—including how to use the flushing system—before stepping out, reminding her that food was waiting on the table. As Kulsumu soaked in the bathtub, the warm water seeped into her skin. She closed her eyes, filled with thoughts and apprehension about this brand-new life she found herself in. She had never imagined that people lived with such luxury; her entire worldview had been restricted to the borders of Gaya and Yanleman villages. She prayed silently to God to give her the strength to anchor her faith and worship, lest this drastic change in lifestyle weaken her spiritual devotion. She realized that the life she had stepped into was vastly different from her own, and the comforts it offered were almost overwhelming. Late that evening, after performing her Isha’i prayer, Hajiya Nasara came to find her. "I hope you've prayed, Kulsum, and that there are no issues?" she asked, seating herself on the edge of the bed. Kulsumu, who was sitting quietly on her prayer mat collecting her thoughts, answered softly, "Yes, I have prayed, Hajiya, and there are no problems." Inwardly, she marveled at Hajiya Nasara’s down-to-earth humility. She never expected such luxury from a woman who had visited their humble mud house without airs, arrogance, or pretense. Hajiya Nasara said, "Listen closely, we need to have an important conversation." Kulsumu gave her undivided attention, and without wasting time, Hajiya began to explain: "As you know, my name is Nasara, and my husband, Alhaji Muhammad Bello, is a native of Kano. My late mother, Yakumbo Sa'a, and your Goggo were full sisters. I was given out in marriage at the age of fifteen in Kano state, and I had my first son when I was seventeen. When I was twenty, I had my second child, Sakeenah. Seven years passed before Nasma followed. After Nasma's birth, I developed uterine fibroids, which resulted in the total removal of my womb. My husband, Alhaji Muhammad Bello, is a retired NNPC staff member who worked at their main headquarters in London. We spent a long time in London; Sakeenah and Nasma were born there, while our eldest was born in Kano where we first lived before my husband joined the Nigerian National Petroleum Corporation (NNPC). My children are my secrets, Kulsum. There is a deep bond and understanding between us; they are my confidants. All our relatives have passed away; I can say only your Goggo is left from my mother's side. Today, I have taken you in as one of my own children, and my desire is for you to acquire an education that will benefit your life. Kulsum, focus on your studies. The grief of men is not your concern at this stage of your life, because you are not yet at the age where you can truly be called a woman. Calm your mind so we can live in peace. Treat everyone you meet with trust and a clean heart. As for me, I will ensure you get a quality education just like my other children. May God unite us in all good things." In a soft whisper, Kulsumu replied, "Ameen." She waited quietly, expecting Hajiya to bring up her medical condition, but she didn't mention it at all. Confused, she wondered if Goggo hadn't told her after all. Feeling a bit deflated, she said: "Hajiya, I have a medical condition. Did Goggo not tell you about it?" Hajiya Nasara smiled, tapping away on her phone without looking up. "She told me, and, God willing, you will be healed. A permanent cure! My daughter Sakeenah is a senior gynecologist; she and her husband will examine you, God willing, as soon as they return to Nigeria in two weeks. By God's grace, an end to this problem has come. I actually wanted to take your mother Sugrah in when she was your age, but your Baffa prevented it, saying he wanted to marry her off—which is why I've insisted on taking you now. May God grant her soul eternal mercy." Out loud, Kulsumu said, "Ameen." A wave of yearning and nostalgia for the mother she had never known swept over her. In every obligatory prayer, she never forgot to pray for her. Before leaving, Baffa had informed Malam Hadi about Kulsumu's trip with Hajiya Nasara. Malam Hadi readily agreed, especially upon hearing that Kulsumu was going to school. He too wanted her to experience a change of scenery to help her put the failed marriage behind her. She had visited Yanleman to say goodbye before leaving, though she didn't sleep over, returning the next day for their trip to Abuja. Kulsumu turned to look at the plush, luxuriously made bed adorned with a pink and light-blue patterned duvet. She began to worry about how she would ruin it with bedwetting. Pity washed over her; indeed, she was a figure of sorrow, because enuresis was a severe affliction and disability, especially for a young woman. By then, Hajiya Nasara had already left the room. Quickly, she got up and followed her to her room, finding her seated on the bed speaking on the phone—evidently talking to one of her children. She waited respectfully by the side until the call ended, admiring the breathtaking design and beauty of the room, which surpassed all imagination. As soon as Hajiya Nasara hung up, she looked up with a smile and said, "What is it, Kulsum? I was talking to your stubborn older brother, 'Tawfeeq.' He's threatening to quit his job and return home because he can't stand living alone in the UK—he's not used to solitude. But Taufeeq is a man with meaningful things to do; why would he drop everything and return to a place where he has nothing lined up, especially when his father has already retired and they can all just stay home?" Kulsumu, who barely understood what the Hajiya was talking about, kept her eyes lowered, feeling shy. Blushing, she managed to say, "I want beddings." Hajiya paused for a moment before replying, "I am not going to let you sleep on the floor and ruin your back. Whenever you feel the urge, just let go and flood the bed as much as you like! It's your bed, your room. If you want, clean it tomorrow; if you want, leave it smelling to high heaven so I can see the extent of your mess!" Kulsumu covered her face with her hands, laughing at the sheer humor in Hajiya’s words, her dimples sinking deep into her cheeks. "Oh, Hajiya! Of course I clean it properly! Didn't you notice how clean Goggo's room always smelled?" Hajiya laughed. "Suit yourself! Figure out whatever works for you, Kulsum Mai Amalala (The Flooder)!" Kulsumu burst into a fit of laughter that masked a deep wave of self-pity. Indeed, that was her title in the Hausa language (Mai Amalala) at eighteen years old. How could any man ever bear to live with her, let alone stylish Turaki? Yet, her heart—so stubbornly in love with Turaki—continued to make excuses for him, excuses she felt she would never stop making despite the wicked pain he had caused her. Living with her required exceptional people—special souls like her parents, grandparents, and big-hearted individuals like Hajiya Nasara. Hajiya Nasara looked at her with deep affection and gladness to see her relaxing. That was precisely what she wanted—for the girl to feel free. With a playful chuckle, she added, "Don't worry, I was just teasing you. The mattress is waterproof; nothing will happen to it. In the morning, the bedsheet is simply removed and tossed into the washing machine." Kulsumu said softly, "I will wash it myself. No one else washes for me." She turned to leave with a cheerful face and a lightened heart, her anxiety melted away by the Hajiya's complete lack of disgust and abundance of warmth. Hajiya Nasara watched her go with a tender, pitying gaze. Just as she reached the door handle, she caught Hajiya Nasara's voice: "Nasma sends her regards. She says she can't wait to see you in Abuja." Kulsumu widened her smile, turned around, and said, "Tomorrow when she calls, hand me the phone so we can speak." Hajiya Nasara replied, "Insha Allah. Let's sleep well. Don't forget your bedtime Azkar; take this booklet and read it morning and evening, and you will remain under the Almighty's protection, God willing." Kulsumu took it with both hands and wished her goodnight. She felt as though her biological mother had returned to life. When she left the Emir of Gaya's house, she had thought she would never find anyone to love her again apart from her grandparents and her faithful maid Laraba. She grew even more convinced of Hajiya Nasara's words: "God's world is vast." Right from the start, Hajiya Nasara began filling a massive void in her life—the void of a mother, something a grandmother could never fully replace. She had truly become a mother to her. Three weeks into Kulsumu's stay at Hajiya Nasara's house, she had blossomed wonderfully. She filled out, gained a healthy glow, and her skin radiated a special luminosity. Her mind was completely at peace, free from even a shred of anxiety. Hajiya Nasara had informed her that in three months, admissions would begin for the school she intended to attend. Hajiya wanted her to study Medicine, but Kulsumu insisted that Nursing was the only career she wanted in this world. Today was the day Dr. Sakeenah (Hajiya Nasara’s daughter) and her husband, Engr. Farouq, were arriving in Nigeria, though they were landing in Lagos where Sakeenah’s husband had secured a job with the Federal Inland Revenue Service (FIRS). With them came Nasma, who was studying at the University of Nottingham and coming home to spend her end-of-year break with her parents. From Lagos, Nasma was put on a flight to Abuja. Hajiya Nasara sent their driver, Yusha'u, along with Kulsumu, to pick up Nasma from the airport. Alhaji Muhammad Bello had traveled to Port Harcourt even before Kulsumu arrived in Abuja. He returned during her first week there; though he wasn't as expressive or chatty as his wife, he warmly welcomed her into his family. Hajiya Nasara had explained everything about Kulsumu to him, withholding only her medical condition, explaining simply that she had brought her to study and that she would eventually return to Gaya as promised to Goggo. Kulsumu had seen Nasma's photos on Hajiya's phone many times, so she had no trouble recognizing her in person. Nasma was older than her by at least four years, being twenty-two and in her final year studying Accountancy at university. Nasma also recognized Kulsumu because Hajiya Nasara had frequently sent her pictures. The moment she saw her, Nasma flashed a warm smile, grabbed her hands, and said: "It is nice meeting you, Kulthum. Seeing you in person is even better; you are really beautiful." Kulsumu smiled shyly—the happy smile of someone receiving a compliment—and replied, "Welcome, Aunty Nasma." She took Nasma's handbag just as Yusha'u arrived to grab the trolley, and they headed out to the car. Nasma stepped out bare-headed, her thick, gorgeous hair—the true hallmark of Fulani heritage—gathered in a hair band as she headed to her mother's room. She and Kulsumu were in the room while Hajiya was busy on the phone near her bed. Kulsumu was standing by the closet arranging freshly laundered and ironed clothes. Nasma sat down beside Hajiya Nasara, who had just ended her call and gave her full attention. "Have you finished eating, Nasma?" "I'll eat later, Mum. Can Kulsum sleep in my room tonight? You know I hate sleeping alone. At Aunty Sakeenah's house, I always sleep with Waleed and the kids." Hajiya paused briefly before answering, "You are too troublesome, Nasma. At your age, you're still scared to sleep alone? No, she won't be sharing a room with you; go back to Waleed's room." Nasma pouted pleadingly, "Please, Mum! At least for a week until I get used to my room; it's too big." Kulsumu's heart pounded with panic at the thought of Hajiya agreeing to let her share a room with Nasma. What if she wet the bed? Nasma was the ultimate fashionista and perfectionist; as much as she liked her, Kulsumu knew that the moment she discovered her bedwetting condition, disgust would replace affection. To Kulsumu's immense relief, Hajiya dismissed Nasma, refusing to let Kulsumu share her room. Just as Kulsumu was preparing for bed and getting ready to read her nighttime Azkar, Nasma barged into her room dragging a bulky duvet and whining, "Kulsum, let's sleep together. I genuinely cannot sleep alone no matter how hard I try!" Without waiting for a reply, she hopped onto the bed and curled up inside her duvet. That entire night, Kulsumu experienced a living nightmare. She stayed wide awake all night out of sheer terror that if she fell asleep, she might wet the bed while Nasma was right there. It was a state of agonizing anxiety. When Hajiya came in to wake them for the Fajr prayer, she found Nasma sound asleep on the bed while Kulsumu sat slumped against the side of the bed, dozing off and waking up repeatedly. Filled with sudden sympathy, Hajiya gave Nasma a sharp slap on her thigh, startling her awake. Hajiya ordered her to march back to her own room immediately, asking if she couldn't see that Kulsumu was sleeping on the floor? Why did she insist on bothering her out of sheer foolish cowardice? What was going to eat her if she slept alone? She warned her never to go and disturb Kulsumu again. The next day, Hajiya Nasara sat on her stool talking on the phone with her daughter Sakeenah in Lagos, explaining everything about Kulsumu and her lifelong battle with nocturnal enuresis. Sakeenah suggested sending Kulsumu to Lagos by flight so she could examine and treat her for a few weeks, noting she would stay with her for at least two months. Hajiya Nasara expressed concern about sending her to Lagos alone since she wasn't yet worldly-wise, but suggested sending her along with Nasma. However, she noted that Kulsumu was hiding her condition from Nasma, and everyone deserved their privacy. Understanding completely, Sakeenah told her mother not to worry, asking her to simply put Kulsumu on a flight and promising to pick her up personally. With that, they concluded their plans. That very night, Hajiya Nasara informed Kulsumu about her upcoming trip to Lagos to visit Dr. Sakeenah. At first, Kulsumu felt a bit nervous about traveling to Lagos all by herself, but Hajiya Nasara reassured her, promising that Sakeenah would be waiting safely at the airport. And so it was arranged. The following day was Saturday. By 7:00 AM, Kulsumu had bathed and dressed neatly. Thank God she hadn't wet the bed that morning. She packed all her essentials and sufficient clothing into the trolley Hajiya Nasara had given her for the trip. Nasma managed the ticket bookings and logistics, and alongside Yusha'u, they remained at the airport until they watched Kulsumu's Arik Air flight take off and leave the tarmac. She landed at the Murtala Muhammed Airport in Lagos in the broad daylight, around 2:00 PM. She wore a long, fitted Ankara batik gown with a matching deep-green flowing dupatta-style scarf. This was her very first time boarding an airplane, and she had endured a mix of anxiety and jitters until they landed safely. Following the stream of passengers since she had no idea where to go, she eventually reached the arrival greeting area. True to form, her eyesight wasn't the sharpest—she struggled to recognize faces from a distance, and she had never met Dr. Sakeenah face-to-face. Her weak eyes darted across the crowd, desperately hoping to spot her sister. Suddenly, she was startled by someone hugging her from behind. Turning around in fright to see who it was, the striking resemblance to Nasma and Hajiya Nasara instantly clued her in—this had to be Sakeenah right at first glance. Sakeenah released her embrace, took her hands with a bright smile, and said: "Welcome, Kulsum—if I'm not mistaken." Not entirely sure, Kulsumu opened her handbag, pulled out the photograph Hajiya Nasara had given her, and glanced back and forth between it and Sakeenah. It was definitely her! She returned the smile and offered a traditional Hausa bow of respect. Sakeenah chuckled warmly at the sight of her checking the photograph, gently pulling her up by the hands. Sakeenah was dressed in a long dress with an Omani veil and a pair of professional medical glasses. She led Kulsumu by the hand toward her waiting car. Inside, Kulsumu caught sight of a handsome, dignified gentleman sitting in the driver's seat—whom she immediately deduced to be Sakeenah’s husband. Two young children sat in the back: a little girl of about four and a boy of around six...
English Summary
The narrative shifts to a major turning point as Kulsumu is sent away from Gaya to live with Hajiya Nasara in Abuja, courtesy of a connection through her grandmother Goggo. For the first time in her sheltered life, Kulsumu experiences modern luxury, riding in an upscale air-conditioned car and marveling at the towering skyscrapers, flyovers, and modern architecture of the capital city. Welcomed warmly into Hajiya Nasara's elegant penthouse in Brains & Hammers, Kulsumu is initially overwhelmed by modern amenities—even struggling to figure out how to use a shower or a flushing toilet. However, Hajiya Nasara treats her not as an outsider, but with the profound, unconditional love of a mother, filling the maternal void in Kulsumu's life. Although Kulsumu's medical condition (fitsarin kwance) remains a source of private anxiety—especially when Nasma stubbornly tries to share her room—Hajiya Nasara handles the situation with compassionate humor and practical reassurance. As Kulsumu blossoms physically and emotionally under this new nurturing environment, plans are made for her future education. When Dr. Sakeenah (Hajiya Nasara’s eldest daughter and a gynecologist based in Lagos) offers to treat her medical condition, Kulsumu boards her very first airplane to Lagos, where she is warmly received by Sakeenah, marking the beginning of her physical healing and a new chapter of hope.
Detailed Character Analytics & Dynamics
1. Kulsumu (The Protagonist)
Psychological Shift: Transitions from rural isolation, low self-esteem, and trauma-induced despair to genuine wonder, openness, and emotional healing.
Cultural Shock & Adaptability: Her initial struggles with modern amenities (showers, upscale housing) highlight her rustic background, yet her inner resilience allows her to quickly adapt and absorb new knowledge.
The Persistence of Trauma: Despite experiencing luxury and maternal love, her internal vulnerability regarding her bedwetting condition remains a persistent shadow, driving her fear of exposure around peers like Nasma.
2. Hajiya Nasara (The Mentor & Maternal Savior)
Character Traits: Compassionate, highly sophisticated yet deeply humble, humorous, and fiercely protective.
Thematic Significance: She acts as the ultimate maternal archetype. By treating Kulsumu with humor rather than disgust regarding her medical issue, she neutralizes the toxic shame inflicted by Turaki, proving that genuine love requires acceptance of human frailty.
3. Nasma (The Vibrant Peer)
Character Traits: Spoiled, energetic, friendly, yet oblivious to boundaries (insisting on sharing a room).
Thematic Significance: Represents normal youth and modern sisterhood, serving as both a joyful distraction and an accidental threat to Kulsumu's secret vulnerability.
4. Dr. Sakeenah (The Medical Hope)
Role in the Plot: Serves as a bridge between emotional rehabilitation and physical healing. Her medical profession introduces a realistic, clinical solution to Kulsumu's long-standing affliction.
Thematic & Structural Analytics
1. Core Themes
The Healing Power of Nurturing Environments: Contrasts the toxic, coercive royal ecosystem of Gaya with the progressive, empathetic sanctuary of Abuja and Lagos. A supportive environment accelerates personal growth.
The Deconstruction of Shame: Through Hajiya Nasara's lighthearted handling of bedwetting, the narrative dismantles the crippling social stigma attached to women's medical vulnerabilities, replacing secrecy with clinical and emotional solutions.
Education and Self-Actualization: The persistent focus on schooling, career aspirations (Nursing vs. Medicine), and travel emphasizes that a woman's worth is anchored in personal empowerment rather than marital status alone.
2. Motifs and Imagery
Modern Infrastructure (Flyovers, Skyscrapers, Air Conditioning): Symbolize expansion, clarity, and a wider world beyond the suffocating confines of rural poverty and royal subjugation.
Water and Bathrooms: Transition from a source of distress (flooding carpets in Gaya) to a site of clinical intervention and cleansing (bathtubs in Abuja and Lagos).
In all her life, Kulsumu had never experienced a ride as pleasant and luxurious as this. The AC blew cool air from every direction, mingling with a delightful car freshener that made the air inside the vehicle heavenly to breathe. She had once traveled to Gombe with her stepmother, Hajiya Rakiya, but neither the mechanical condition nor the comfort of those cars could compare. This was a thoroughly modern, high-class luxury vehicle.
They did not arrive at the Federal Capital Territory (where Hajiya Nasara lived) until late evening. The driver headed straight for the exclusive neighborhood known as Brains & Hammers. Kulsumu huddled against the door, completely exhausted from a car ride lasting over five hours, during which they had stopped nowhere except at a fuel station. All along the way, she could only marvel in awe at the astonishing sights within Nigeria’s capital city.
Modern towering skyscrapers stood everywhere, alongside a dizzying variety of cars streaming across roads she never knew existed in this world. There were multi-level flyover bridges she had never laid eyes on. With eyes wide open, mouth and nose agape, she soaked in the breathtaking view, not daring to make even the slightest movement for fear of missing a single wonder.
When the driver parked the car in front of Hajiya Nasara’s house at the entrance of the estate, Kulsumu refused to believe her eyes—could these truly be houses, homes where actual people lived? In the Hausa movies she and Batulu watched, she had never encountered homes as beautiful, orderly, and stunning as the neighborhood of Hajiya Nasara. Yet, the house itself wasn't overwhelmingly large; it was a penthouse, as the foreigners call it.
The Hajiya’s maid was a young Igala woman named Serah. She took their handbags, curtsied, and warmly welcomed Hajiya Nasara in English before turning to Kulsumu with a smile, saying, "Welcome, Ma." Kulsumu smiled back, understanding that she was being greeted. Hajiya said to her in English:
"Serah, take her bag to the room near Nasma's. Make sure she eats, takes a bath, and rests. The room is clean, right?"
"I just cleaned it thoroughly, Ajiya," Serah replied.
Hajiya Nasara looked at Kulsumu, who stood frozen, rolling her eyes in bewilderment like an old man caught in a lie. Overwhelmed by awe and wondering how on earth Goggo was connected to a woman like Hajiya Nasara, Kulsumu thought to herself that if Goggo hadn't told her about Nasara beforehand, she would have sworn Nasara had lost her way and accidentally ended up in their village. Back in their town, the pinnacle of wealth and luxury began and ended at the Emir of Gaya's palace.
Seeing Kulsumu standing rigidly and rolling her eyes, Serah took her by the hand and said:
"Let's go to your room so you can take a bath before I bring food, okay?"
Inside her head, Kulsumu thought, "I am a woman, not a man—why is she calling me 'ka' (male pronoun) in her broken Hausa?"
The room Serah led her to was of moderate size, featuring a gorgeous, plush bed dressed with a soft duvet covering half of it, a built-in wardrobe, and a dressing table with a stool. White curtains framed the room, and pristine white tiles covered the floor.
Her village roots truly showed when Serah directed her to the adjoining bathroom to freshen up. She wasted plenty of time staring in fascination and hesitation, completely clueless about how to use anything in the bathroom. After waiting for a long time in silence, Serah finally came looking for her, gently knocking on the door. Kulsumu practically leaped toward her, saying anxiously:
"Please come and show me how to take a bath. I don't know how to turn on the tap; whenever I turn it, water just pours down from the ceiling (the shower)!"
Serah asked, "You haven't taken your bath yet?"
Kulsumu shot her a side-eye and retorted, "I told you, I don't even know how to catch the water in a basin!"
Serah realized Hajiya had brought them a village girl, though outwardly she looked like a polished city dweller. She patiently showed her everything—including how to use the flushing system—before stepping out, reminding her that food was waiting on the table.
As Kulsumu soaked in the bathtub, the warm water seeped into her skin. She closed her eyes, filled with thoughts and apprehension about this brand-new life she found herself in. She had never imagined that people lived with such luxury; her entire worldview had been restricted to the borders of Gaya and Yanleman villages. She prayed silently to God to give her the strength to anchor her faith and worship, lest this drastic change in lifestyle weaken her spiritual devotion. She realized that the life she had stepped into was vastly different from her own, and the comforts it offered were almost overwhelming.
Late that evening, after performing her Isha’i prayer, Hajiya Nasara came to find her.
"I hope you've prayed, Kulsum, and that there are no issues?" she asked, seating herself on the edge of the bed.
Kulsumu, who was sitting quietly on her prayer mat collecting her thoughts, answered softly, "Yes, I have prayed, Hajiya, and there are no problems." Inwardly, she marveled at Hajiya Nasara’s down-to-earth humility. She never expected such luxury from a woman who had visited their humble mud house without airs, arrogance, or pretense.
Hajiya Nasara said, "Listen closely, we need to have an important conversation."
Kulsumu gave her undivided attention, and without wasting time, Hajiya began to explain:
"As you know, my name is Nasara, and my husband, Alhaji Muhammad Bello, is a native of Kano. My late mother, Yakumbo Sa'a, and your Goggo were full sisters. I was given out in marriage at the age of fifteen in Kano state, and I had my first son when I was seventeen. When I was twenty, I had my second child, Sakeenah. Seven years passed before Nasma followed. After Nasma's birth, I developed uterine fibroids, which resulted in the total removal of my womb.
My husband, Alhaji Muhammad Bello, is a retired NNPC staff member who worked at their main headquarters in London. We spent a long time in London; Sakeenah and Nasma were born there, while our eldest was born in Kano where we first lived before my husband joined the Nigerian National Petroleum Corporation (NNPC).
My children are my secrets, Kulsum. There is a deep bond and understanding between us; they are my confidants. All our relatives have passed away; I can say only your Goggo is left from my mother's side. Today, I have taken you in as one of my own children, and my desire is for you to acquire an education that will benefit your life. Kulsum, focus on your studies. The grief of men is not your concern at this stage of your life, because you are not yet at the age where you can truly be called a woman. Calm your mind so we can live in peace. Treat everyone you meet with trust and a clean heart. As for me, I will ensure you get a quality education just like my other children. May God unite us in all good things."
In a soft whisper, Kulsumu replied, "Ameen."
She waited quietly, expecting Hajiya to bring up her medical condition, but she didn't mention it at all. Confused, she wondered if Goggo hadn't told her after all. Feeling a bit deflated, she said:
"Hajiya, I have a medical condition. Did Goggo not tell you about it?"
Hajiya Nasara smiled, tapping away on her phone without looking up. "She told me, and, God willing, you will be healed. A permanent cure! My daughter Sakeenah is a senior gynecologist; she and her husband will examine you, God willing, as soon as they return to Nigeria in two weeks. By God's grace, an end to this problem has come. I actually wanted to take your mother Sugrah in when she was your age, but your Baffa prevented it, saying he wanted to marry her off—which is why I've insisted on taking you now. May God grant her soul eternal mercy."
Out loud, Kulsumu said, "Ameen."
A wave of yearning and nostalgia for the mother she had never known swept over her. In every obligatory prayer, she never forgot to pray for her.
Before leaving, Baffa had informed Malam Hadi about Kulsumu's trip with Hajiya Nasara. Malam Hadi readily agreed, especially upon hearing that Kulsumu was going to school. He too wanted her to experience a change of scenery to help her put the failed marriage behind her. She had visited Yanleman to say goodbye before leaving, though she didn't sleep over, returning the next day for their trip to Abuja.
Kulsumu turned to look at the plush, luxuriously made bed adorned with a pink and light-blue patterned duvet. She began to worry about how she would ruin it with bedwetting. Pity washed over her; indeed, she was a figure of sorrow, because enuresis was a severe affliction and disability, especially for a young woman. By then, Hajiya Nasara had already left the room.
Quickly, she got up and followed her to her room, finding her seated on the bed speaking on the phone—evidently talking to one of her children. She waited respectfully by the side until the call ended, admiring the breathtaking design and beauty of the room, which surpassed all imagination.
As soon as Hajiya Nasara hung up, she looked up with a smile and said,
"What is it, Kulsum? I was talking to your stubborn older brother, 'Tawfeeq.' He's threatening to quit his job and return home because he can't stand living alone in the UK—he's not used to solitude. But Taufeeq is a man with meaningful things to do; why would he drop everything and return to a place where he has nothing lined up, especially when his father has already retired and they can all just stay home?"
Kulsumu, who barely understood what the Hajiya was talking about, kept her eyes lowered, feeling shy. Blushing, she managed to say, "I want beddings."
Hajiya paused for a moment before replying, "I am not going to let you sleep on the floor and ruin your back. Whenever you feel the urge, just let go and flood the bed as much as you like! It's your bed, your room. If you want, clean it tomorrow; if you want, leave it smelling to high heaven so I can see the extent of your mess!"
Kulsumu covered her face with her hands, laughing at the sheer humor in Hajiya’s words, her dimples sinking deep into her cheeks.
"Oh, Hajiya! Of course I clean it properly! Didn't you notice how clean Goggo's room always smelled?"
Hajiya laughed. "Suit yourself! Figure out whatever works for you, Kulsum Mai Amalala (The Flooder)!"
Kulsumu burst into a fit of laughter that masked a deep wave of self-pity. Indeed, that was her title in the Hausa language (Mai Amalala) at eighteen years old. How could any man ever bear to live with her, let alone stylish Turaki?
Yet, her heart—so stubbornly in love with Turaki—continued to make excuses for him, excuses she felt she would never stop making despite the wicked pain he had caused her. Living with her required exceptional people—special souls like her parents, grandparents, and big-hearted individuals like Hajiya Nasara.
Hajiya Nasara looked at her with deep affection and gladness to see her relaxing. That was precisely what she wanted—for the girl to feel free. With a playful chuckle, she added,
"Don't worry, I was just teasing you. The mattress is waterproof; nothing will happen to it. In the morning, the bedsheet is simply removed and tossed into the washing machine."
Kulsumu said softly, "I will wash it myself. No one else washes for me."
She turned to leave with a cheerful face and a lightened heart, her anxiety melted away by the Hajiya's complete lack of disgust and abundance of warmth. Hajiya Nasara watched her go with a tender, pitying gaze.
Just as she reached the door handle, she caught Hajiya Nasara's voice:
"Nasma sends her regards. She says she can't wait to see you in Abuja."
Kulsumu widened her smile, turned around, and said, "Tomorrow when she calls, hand me the phone so we can speak."
Hajiya Nasara replied, "Insha Allah. Let's sleep well. Don't forget your bedtime Azkar; take this booklet and read it morning and evening, and you will remain under the Almighty's protection, God willing."
Kulsumu took it with both hands and wished her goodnight. She felt as though her biological mother had returned to life. When she left the Emir of Gaya's house, she had thought she would never find anyone to love her again apart from her grandparents and her faithful maid Laraba. She grew even more convinced of Hajiya Nasara's words: "God's world is vast."
Right from the start, Hajiya Nasara began filling a massive void in her life—the void of a mother, something a grandmother could never fully replace. She had truly become a mother to her.
Three weeks into Kulsumu's stay at Hajiya Nasara's house, she had blossomed wonderfully. She filled out, gained a healthy glow, and her skin radiated a special luminosity. Her mind was completely at peace, free from even a shred of anxiety. Hajiya Nasara had informed her that in three months, admissions would begin for the school she intended to attend. Hajiya wanted her to study Medicine, but Kulsumu insisted that Nursing was the only career she wanted in this world.
Today was the day Dr. Sakeenah (Hajiya Nasara’s daughter) and her husband, Engr. Farouq, were arriving in Nigeria, though they were landing in Lagos where Sakeenah’s husband had secured a job with the Federal Inland Revenue Service (FIRS). With them came Nasma, who was studying at the University of Nottingham and coming home to spend her end-of-year break with her parents. From Lagos, Nasma was put on a flight to Abuja. Hajiya Nasara sent their driver, Yusha'u, along with Kulsumu, to pick up Nasma from the airport.
Alhaji Muhammad Bello had traveled to Port Harcourt even before Kulsumu arrived in Abuja. He returned during her first week there; though he wasn't as expressive or chatty as his wife, he warmly welcomed her into his family. Hajiya Nasara had explained everything about Kulsumu to him, withholding only her medical condition, explaining simply that she had brought her to study and that she would eventually return to Gaya as promised to Goggo.
Kulsumu had seen Nasma's photos on Hajiya's phone many times, so she had no trouble recognizing her in person. Nasma was older than her by at least four years, being twenty-two and in her final year studying Accountancy at university. Nasma also recognized Kulsumu because Hajiya Nasara had frequently sent her pictures. The moment she saw her, Nasma flashed a warm smile, grabbed her hands, and said:
"It is nice meeting you, Kulthum. Seeing you in person is even better; you are really beautiful."
Kulsumu smiled shyly—the happy smile of someone receiving a compliment—and replied, "Welcome, Aunty Nasma."
She took Nasma's handbag just as Yusha'u arrived to grab the trolley, and they headed out to the car.
Nasma stepped out bare-headed, her thick, gorgeous hair—the true hallmark of Fulani heritage—gathered in a hair band as she headed to her mother's room. She and Kulsumu were in the room while Hajiya was busy on the phone near her bed. Kulsumu was standing by the closet arranging freshly laundered and ironed clothes. Nasma sat down beside Hajiya Nasara, who had just ended her call and gave her full attention.
"Have you finished eating, Nasma?"
"I'll eat later, Mum. Can Kulsum sleep in my room tonight? You know I hate sleeping alone. At Aunty Sakeenah's house, I always sleep with Waleed and the kids."
Hajiya paused briefly before answering, "You are too troublesome, Nasma. At your age, you're still scared to sleep alone? No, she won't be sharing a room with you; go back to Waleed's room."
Nasma pouted pleadingly, "Please, Mum! At least for a week until I get used to my room; it's too big."
Kulsumu's heart pounded with panic at the thought of Hajiya agreeing to let her share a room with Nasma. What if she wet the bed? Nasma was the ultimate fashionista and perfectionist; as much as she liked her, Kulsumu knew that the moment she discovered her bedwetting condition, disgust would replace affection.
To Kulsumu's immense relief, Hajiya dismissed Nasma, refusing to let Kulsumu share her room.
Just as Kulsumu was preparing for bed and getting ready to read her nighttime Azkar, Nasma barged into her room dragging a bulky duvet and whining, "Kulsum, let's sleep together. I genuinely cannot sleep alone no matter how hard I try!"
Without waiting for a reply, she hopped onto the bed and curled up inside her duvet. That entire night, Kulsumu experienced a living nightmare. She stayed wide awake all night out of sheer terror that if she fell asleep, she might wet the bed while Nasma was right there. It was a state of agonizing anxiety.
When Hajiya came in to wake them for the Fajr prayer, she found Nasma sound asleep on the bed while Kulsumu sat slumped against the side of the bed, dozing off and waking up repeatedly. Filled with sudden sympathy, Hajiya gave Nasma a sharp slap on her thigh, startling her awake.
Hajiya ordered her to march back to her own room immediately, asking if she couldn't see that Kulsumu was sleeping on the floor? Why did she insist on bothering her out of sheer foolish cowardice? What was going to eat her if she slept alone? She warned her never to go and disturb Kulsumu again.
The next day, Hajiya Nasara sat on her stool talking on the phone with her daughter Sakeenah in Lagos, explaining everything about Kulsumu and her lifelong battle with nocturnal enuresis. Sakeenah suggested sending Kulsumu to Lagos by flight so she could examine and treat her for a few weeks, noting she would stay with her for at least two months. Hajiya Nasara expressed concern about sending her to Lagos alone since she wasn't yet worldly-wise, but suggested sending her along with Nasma. However, she noted that Kulsumu was hiding her condition from Nasma, and everyone deserved their privacy.
Understanding completely, Sakeenah told her mother not to worry, asking her to simply put Kulsumu on a flight and promising to pick her up personally. With that, they concluded their plans.
That very night, Hajiya Nasara informed Kulsumu about her upcoming trip to Lagos to visit Dr. Sakeenah. At first, Kulsumu felt a bit nervous about traveling to Lagos all by herself, but Hajiya Nasara reassured her, promising that Sakeenah would be waiting safely at the airport. And so it was arranged.
The following day was Saturday. By 7:00 AM, Kulsumu had bathed and dressed neatly. Thank God she hadn't wet the bed that morning. She packed all her essentials and sufficient clothing into the trolley Hajiya Nasara had given her for the trip. Nasma managed the ticket bookings and logistics, and alongside Yusha'u, they remained at the airport until they watched Kulsumu's Arik Air flight take off and leave the tarmac.
She landed at the Murtala Muhammed Airport in Lagos in the broad daylight, around 2:00 PM. She wore a long, fitted Ankara batik gown with a matching deep-green flowing dupatta-style scarf. This was her very first time boarding an airplane, and she had endured a mix of anxiety and jitters until they landed safely.
Following the stream of passengers since she had no idea where to go, she eventually reached the arrival greeting area. True to form, her eyesight wasn't the sharpest—she struggled to recognize faces from a distance, and she had never met Dr. Sakeenah face-to-face. Her weak eyes darted across the crowd, desperately hoping to spot her sister.
Suddenly, she was startled by someone hugging her from behind. Turning around in fright to see who it was, the striking resemblance to Nasma and Hajiya Nasara instantly clued her in—this had to be Sakeenah right at first glance. Sakeenah released her embrace, took her hands with a bright smile, and said:
"Welcome, Kulsum—if I'm not mistaken."
Not entirely sure, Kulsumu opened her handbag, pulled out the photograph Hajiya Nasara had given her, and glanced back and forth between it and Sakeenah. It was definitely her! She returned the smile and offered a traditional Hausa bow of respect. Sakeenah chuckled warmly at the sight of her checking the photograph, gently pulling her up by the hands. Sakeenah was dressed in a long dress with an Omani veil and a pair of professional medical glasses. She led Kulsumu by the hand toward her waiting car.
Inside, Kulsumu caught sight of a handsome, dignified gentleman sitting in the driver's seat—whom she immediately deduced to be Sakeenah’s husband. Two young children sat in the back: a little girl of about four and a boy of around six...
English Summary
The narrative shifts to a major turning point as Kulsumu is sent away from Gaya to live with Hajiya Nasara in Abuja, courtesy of a connection through her grandmother Goggo. For the first time in her sheltered life, Kulsumu experiences modern luxury, riding in an upscale air-conditioned car and marveling at the towering skyscrapers, flyovers, and modern architecture of the capital city.
Welcomed warmly into Hajiya Nasara's elegant penthouse in Brains & Hammers, Kulsumu is initially overwhelmed by modern amenities—even struggling to figure out how to use a shower or a flushing toilet. However, Hajiya Nasara treats her not as an outsider, but with the profound, unconditional love of a mother, filling the maternal void in Kulsumu's life. Although Kulsumu's medical condition (fitsarin kwance) remains a source of private anxiety—especially when Nasma stubbornly tries to share her room—Hajiya Nasara handles the situation with compassionate humor and practical reassurance.
As Kulsumu blossoms physically and emotionally under this new nurturing environment, plans are made for her future education. When Dr. Sakeenah (Hajiya Nasara’s eldest daughter and a gynecologist based in Lagos) offers to treat her medical condition, Kulsumu boards her very first airplane to Lagos, where she is warmly received by Sakeenah, marking the beginning of her physical healing and a new chapter of hope.
Detailed Character Analytics & Dynamics
1. Kulsumu (The Protagonist)
The Persistence of Trauma: Despite experiencing luxury and maternal love, her internal vulnerability regarding her bedwetting condition remains a persistent shadow, driving her fear of exposure around peers like Nasma.
2. Hajiya Nasara (The Mentor & Maternal Savior)
Thematic Significance: She acts as the ultimate maternal archetype. By treating Kulsumu with humor rather than disgust regarding her medical issue, she neutralizes the toxic shame inflicted by Turaki, proving that genuine love requires acceptance of human frailty.
3. Nasma (The Vibrant Peer)
Thematic Significance: Represents normal youth and modern sisterhood, serving as both a joyful distraction and an accidental threat to Kulsumu's secret vulnerability.
4. Dr. Sakeenah (The Medical Hope)
Role in the Plot: Serves as a bridge between emotional rehabilitation and physical healing. Her medical profession introduces a realistic, clinical solution to Kulsumu's long-standing affliction.
Thematic & Structural Analytics
1. Core Themes
Education and Self-Actualization: The persistent focus on schooling, career aspirations (Nursing vs. Medicine), and travel emphasizes that a woman's worth is anchored in personal empowerment rather than marital status alone.
2. Motifs and Imagery