The room was full of girls, making a lot of noise. Some were wearing what appeared to be red dresses with black trim, while others were applying makeup in front of the mirror. Those who couldn't find a spot in front of the mirror were using their own bodies to paint their faces in a fun way.
They were having this conversation when a woman, no more than thirty years old, entered with a large belly, and she, wearing the same kind of clothes as theirs, dressed up to match, filled with worry, began to speak.
“Please hurry up and come out, she's waiting. Umma, she's telling me there's no bride, no friends. You know she warned me about African time.”
One of them, who seemed to have finished her plan, said, “Wait, Aunt Shema'u, we'll come out now.”
"No one will come out now. Where is Asma'un?" she said, looking around.
On the other side of the bed, she saw her sister being dressed like a bride, looking very beautiful. Shemau went back to them and repeated the instructions of the groom, who quickly brought out the bride. Asma'u, on the other hand, did not say anything until her sister finished speaking, so as not to spoil her beauty. This was a very important day in her life. The day she met the man she thought was like no other in the world.
Shema'u started walking and quickly returned to her place, her eyes fixed on the bride's dress. She frowned, “Every bride in the world, when she is celebrating, takes revenge for the injustice of leaving home and a new life, except you, Asmau. Look at how this dress has squeezed you again, your entire chest sticking out.”
Asmau's hands covered her body as her family and friends in the room turned their gazes towards her. Shemau continued, "Make sure whatever you wear covers your chest because I have no answer for Umma if she starts fighting." She then left, amazed at her sister's body. She was a fat woman.…
The hall was filled with women, with a section decorated with traditional decorations for the bride to sit in. The chairs and tables were very beautiful, and even the incense sticks and charcoal were lit, creating a fragrant aroma.
The host, a woman, asked everyone to be quiet because the bride was about to come out. The musician changed his music to one that was more appropriate for the bride, and she and her friends came out first, stepping in unison.
They were very beautiful and impressed the people with their style of performance. There was applause, and the photographers with cameras and phones began their work. They continued walking until they reached where she was going to sit. Their daughter, Aina'u, about thirteen years old, stood with a beautiful figure like her sister, and began to slowly favor her. That also fascinated the people.
Hajiya Bara'atu, who was living among her relatives and friends, had a baby. By God's grace, this was the second time she would marry one of her children. She said softly, "May God bless Alhaji." He did not live to see his children's marriage, let alone the grandchildren who began to gather.
Then the wedding festivities began where the groom's family was asked to come out to pick up the bride. As they were coming, Asma'u gave her friend Walida her phone and whispered in her ear that she should take a picture of her while she was being sprayed with the pick-up perfume. Walida said, “Umm, Asmau, it's time to fall in love. I know for sure that Abubakar will send you away.”
Asmau rolled her eyes and said, "But a servant of God is forbidden to see his family, so I have to help him with a picture." They all laughed and the celebration continued.
