RAYHANAH'S LIFE!
TAKAI town, a local government area in Kano city, is mostly inhabited by the Takai Fulani and Hausa people, both white and black, where both the Hausa and the non-Bafila people are mainly engaged in farming and herding, farmers and herders make up eighty percent of the town's population. Everyone knows the Takai people for their solidarity and mutual assistance, their reluctance to be idle, their self-reliant businesses, especially the buying and selling of what they have grown with their own strength or have raised.
Everyone in Takai is trying to find their own way, no one depends on anyone else, not just men, but also women, children, the elderly, girls, and young men. It is rare to find someone who does not have a job, in order to find shelter for themselves and their parents or family.
Takai market is closed on Tuesday. So like every Tuesday, Malam Rashidu, is at the market and has spread his goods in bowls full of Hausa sweet potatoes. From ten in the morning until now at two in the afternoon, no one has come to his place let alone sell his sweet potatoes. Malam Rashidu is sitting on his sack in the middle of the day with his sweet potatoes and a bag of them, he has his head and knees together as if he is about to burst into tears, his eyes are all sunken in from hunger and worry.
His biggest worry is not knowing what to give his daughter Rahane to pay the school fees she was expelled from yesterday for not paying. Not having anything to feed them today is not as much a concern as the lack of school fees that are dragging his only daughter in the world back to school, not for lack of effort, but rather the frequent thefts that are the reason for her frequent expulsions due to the long wait for non-payment of school fees.
He sat there until four o'clock, doing nothing, no shopping or selling anything. He stood up and began the afternoon prayer on his sack, just as a car parked in Akori-kura where he was.
Ado is a cattle driver from Takai to the south and is the son of Malam Rashidu. The man who lives in his house for free and his family do not pay rent, which is why Malam Rashidu respects Ado very much, even though he was born to him.
He got out of the car, closed the door, and followed Malam Rashidu to prayer. After they had finished praying and rubbing their hands, he looked at the pile of potatoes in front of Malam Rashidu and said,
"It's like your potatoes never run out," said Malam Rashidu in awe, “how is it possible? That's the market situation, thank God.”
He bowed his head and said, “How much is it all?”
He said, “It's for five hundred naira.”
He said, “Turn it all over for me.”
He quickly pulled out money from his trouser pocket and, in an indescribable surprise, began to pour the potatoes into the two sacks. He tied the sack tightly and placed it behind his Akori-Kurar.
Adon handed him his money and stood up, saying, “Well, I'm leaving. I'll take my family. You can go home and rest. If you want to follow me and ease the hardship of the journey, follow me and I'll drop you off.”
Malam Rashidu thanked him with tears in his eyes, and said, “I came by bicycle, and I will stop for a while to greet them, so I can save some money.”
Ado turned on his Akori-Kurara, which was full of melancholy, and said to Malam Rashidu,
“Is this a thank you, Malam Rashidu? I didn't give you a gift, I bought your stuff.”
Malam Rashidu opened the hood of his car and said, “Anyway, help me, Ado, may God reward you and look after you.”
Ado said, “Okay, Amen.” He pulled his rusty car with its metal frame and its tail and drove away.
Malam Rashidu began to fold his bed, gather his robe and ablution cloth, place them on the front of his bicycle, place them between his hands, and slowly pull his bicycle out of the market.
He had to go a long way, then he stopped, weighed out half a bushel of millet, half a bushel of yam, and one bushel of corn. He bought a large bag of groceries and put them in the back of the cart. He locked up the rest of the money and went on ahead. Rahane is neither beautiful nor ugly, just a little bit thin, but she seems to be a little tall, and she has a beautiful, youthful body.
Rahane is calm and composed with a strange calmness, you wouldn't say she is a village girl, who was born and raised in the village since her parents and grandparents, she does everything calmly and calmly. This is a divine creation, but the children in her village think they are capable of fighting or fighting with determination.
Apparently, Rahane's lack of energy has nothing to do with her mother or father, in fact, she doesn't even know them, but rather with the lack of food containing calcium, protein, vitamins and minerals, and only carbohydrates.
Malam Rashidu is originally from Tsangaya, a village under Albasu Local Government Area. He came to Takai as a student, and God forbid he is here, because he studies blackboard and sells at Takai market, and he even collects the little he earns and buys various items of village food at affordable prices, measures them and sells them in the market, such as Gurjiya, Gada, Yalo, Onions and the like.
Here God brought him together with Yalwati, he married a rich woman from Takai and managed to rent a two-room house for them. Her parents said they did not want him to take her to Tsangaya. So after marrying Yalwati (Rahane), he went to Tsangaya to get his mother who had left him with a mother (Bilki), because his father had died a long time ago and had given him one room. He and Yalwati were one.
There was no house or well, no electricity, no water, so they had to go and fetch it by cart. There was no concrete floor, it was round and flat, there was no toilet, so he dug a hole himself and made a small door and a hole, where they washed their clothes.
Yalwati is a smart girl, so she has a close relationship with her mother-in-law, Iya Bilki. Iya is not a prude, she doesn't get involved in things that don't belong to her.
So they enjoy being with her. And she doesn't lie down, because she still has the strength left, she sells spices, kuk, karkashi, dried kubewa, daddawa, white maggi, salt, red and white oil, pepper, citta, garlic and others, keeping secrets from her son.
