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Meanwhile preparations are being made for Hajara's wedding. She had not conceded and had not withdrawn the threat of suicide, but her father would not back down. The "Yayi"(anko, ashoebi, a cloth of the same kind worn by women during a ceremony ) was out and my mother bought me one. The wedding was the next day. The bride had been crying relentlessly, vowing to kill herself if the wedding ever happened. The mother of the bride was gloomy and concerned. She had begged and wept but to no avail.  On the wedding day we went to Hajara's house with gloomy faces. It felt as if we were attending her funeral. She refused to get dressed and continued crying. Her mother told Malam Sadi of her refusal to get dressed to which He only said "it is better to go to the grave looking beautiful not smelling like a cows dung and looking like an old hag. At least people will remember a pretty face. " She finally got dressed after a lot of persuasion. But she refused

Enthralled by the fire of a burning passion, I did Mudi's every bidding. I did what ever it took to please him. I yearn for his approval, like a child wanting to impress her teachers. For Mudi is special. Mudi is not like any man in the village. He does not like the city neither does he believes in going to the city and work. Most men leave the village looking for odd jobs. Some of them come back during rainy seasons to farm.  But not my Mudi, he was too proud. He was a man with dignity and self respect. He farms during the rainy season and sells coconut by the road side and in the market during the summer. He does not make much but does not beg another. Sometimes they do not cook in his house because He hadn't made enough. Hafsat never complains and they manage to hide their destitution, for Hafsat is a patient woman, a woman of few but weighty words. She is the epitome of patience. She supports her husband  like a soldier protecting his land. Mudi does not fear poverty.

I decided to see Mudi before I go to the market. I just can't get enough of him. After that intoxicating laugh, who will blame me. Shatu was not in the mood of going out. So I let her be. I almost forgot my promise to her. About Musa. But I shall make good my promise soon. Things are good with Mudi. Shatu shall have Musa also. I will start working on it when I get back home. I had reached Mudi's house, when I said my Salam( Islamic way of seeking permission to enter a household, just like knocking in a conventional way) there was no answer. I decided to creep and eavesdrop a bit, there is no harm in borrowing a trick from Asabe I thought. I quietly entered their compound and I saw Mudi and Hafsat together. Standing at the entrance of their room, She was telling him something, Mudi was grinning like a three year old. Then she looked away and smiled showing that coyness most girls possess but I was never gifted with. Now he was closer talking to her, their faces were inches