The motorcycle rider who brought Mimi did not drop her anywhere else except at the gate of the late Sulaiman Dabo’s house, guided by the directions she gave him. She got down, took out his fare from the bag in her hand, handed it to him, and he accepted it while thanking her repeatedly, especially after seeing that she gave him a full one thousand naira. She did not wait to collect any change; instead, she walked straight to the gate of the house and began knocking.
The gatekeeper was seated when he heard the persistent knocking. He got up to open the gate, but not before asking who it was. In a choked voice, Mimi replied that it was Binta. He quickly opened the small gate, helped by the electric light outside, and was able to clearly see her face. Her face was flushed, showing signs that she had cried a lot; her eyes were red and swollen.
“Binta? Is that you coming at this hour of the night?”
he asked in surprise on seeing her. Even after peeking around, he did not see her car, nor did he see her with anyone else. Because of the state she was in, she did not stop to respond to the gatekeeper; she hurried past him straight toward the door leading to Hajiya’s sitting room.
The gatekeeper followed her with his eyes, already sensing that this visit, judging by Binta’s condition, was not normal at all. He immediately began to worry that something might have happened to Hajiya. His heart sank as he muttered clearly,
“In shā Allahu, it is خير (good).”
The door to the sitting room was closed, so she knocked. Baaba Uwani was inside the sitting room, but she did not hear the knocking. She had been busy with chores and was tired, as she was naturally a heavy sleeper. After knocking for a while, Mimi stopped, trying to find her phone to call Hajiya.
Just then, she heard what sounded like movement from inside the sitting room. It was Hajiya—she had not slept and had heard the knocking from her room. She came out, calling Baaba Uwani’s name until she woke up, then told her to go and open the door because she heard someone knocking.
The motorcycle rider who brought Mimi did not drop her anywhere else except at the gate of the late Sulaiman Dabo’s house, guided by the directions she gave him. She got down, took out his fare from the bag in her hand, handed it to him, and he accepted it while thanking her repeatedly, especially after seeing that she gave him a full one thousand naira. She did not wait to collect any change; instead, she walked straight to the gate of the house and began knocking.
The gatekeeper was seated when he heard the persistent knocking. He got up to open the gate, but not before asking who it was. In a choked voice, Mimi replied that it was Binta. He quickly opened the small gate, helped by the electric light outside, and was able to clearly see her face. Her face was flushed, showing signs that she had cried a lot; her eyes were red and swollen.
“Binta? Is that you coming at this hour of the night?”
he asked in surprise on seeing her. Even after peeking around, he did not see her car, nor did he see her with anyone else. Because of the state she was in, she did not stop to respond to the gatekeeper; she hurried past him straight toward the door leading to Hajiya’s sitting room.
The gatekeeper followed her with his eyes, already sensing that this visit, judging by Binta’s condition, was not normal at all. He immediately began to worry that something might have happened to Hajiya. His heart sank as he muttered clearly,
“In shā Allahu, it is خير (good).”
The door to the sitting room was closed, so she knocked. Baaba Uwani was inside the sitting room, but she did not hear the knocking. She had been busy with chores and was tired, as she was naturally a heavy sleeper. After knocking for a while, Mimi stopped, trying to find her phone to call Hajiya.
Just then, she heard what sounded like movement from inside the sitting room. It was Hajiya—she had not slept and had heard the knocking from her room. She came out, calling Baaba Uwani’s name until she woke up, then told her to go and open the door because she heard someone knocking.