ADAM Binta had left. She told me she was finally accepting my father's request and moving in. I was overjoyed because I would get to spend more time with her. I wasn't ready to tell anyone about us yet, especially my father. Binta had agreed to keep us a secret to buy me time enough to plan how I would tell my father about us. Binta was a young, beautiful, innocent and kindhearted girl. I have never felt so lucky in my life. I was heartbroken about Leila, but being with Binta made me grateful for calling off our engagement. There was a knock on my door, and I decided to step outside. I met my personal guard at my door. "The King has sent for you." He told me. I asked him if there was an issue, and he assured me there was none. So I slipped on my slipper and headed to my father's room. On getting there, my father asked me to sit on the couch. "I need to inform you of something." He said calmly, and I was all ears. "The harvest has gone bad, and hunting has become dangerous for our
BINTA I couldn't wait to move into the place. The Sarki was thrilled about my decision; he even showed me my quarters. I couldn't believe it; I was finally going to live like a princess. My room was beautiful and had a proper bed, like the type in Adam's room but a little smaller. The bed was a mix of wood and gold. The vanity table was like I had never seen before. I did not even know what it was when I saw it. It was the framing around the three-sided mirror that drew my attention, and the king immediately told me what it was. It was a solid beginning for me. When I entered my father's compound, I found everyone eating dinner. My mother immediately motioned me to join them. They were having one of my favourite dinners, tuwo and miyan Kuka. I noticed there was suya (northern barbecue) in large quantity. My mother then told me she had them slaughter a ram for barbecue. It made me wonder what the occasion was. There was fruit salad, a rarity in our compound. My grandmother told me
Safia is Binta's mother. She is to embark on a journey with Mai'Aljanu and his daughter, Aisha, Safia's husband's second wife, to save Aisha's sons and retrieve her own son, whom the deity took from her many years ago. We will be reading about the journey through Safia. SAFIA The night before my journey, I could not sleep. I was restless. I was happy and nervous. Mai'Aljanu had a reputation for not warning people of the dangers of his actions until it was too late. My mind was filled with questions. Would this journey be successful? Will I finally have my son back? Will he come with me? The questions baffled my heart. I learnt that the Sarki threw a party for my daughter. I was proud of her, and I was grateful to the Almighty for granting me the opportunity to witness my daughter's success. She had brought honour to the family. My daughter was the family's pillar, and I was her mother. I wondered how Haliru would have felt if he were alive. A girl child had brought honour and worth
BINTA BINTAAdam spent the night in my room. We talked and cuddled to sleep. He snuck out of the room early in the morning. Something told me he would return.I wasn't used to this kind of lifestyle. The maids had run a bath for me already. There were all kinds of delicious scents, and the water was warm and soothing. I felt like a princess. Deep down, I couldn't believe what was happening in my life. I counted my blessings over and over again and could not believe they were real.My father's death had brought us blessings. People thought life would be difficult for us when he got killed. They speculated my mother would have to remarry to survive, and I would have to be married off so I, too, could survive. The society I lived in believed a woman was not capable of independence. My life was proof that that notion was wrong.People were already anticipating the building of the village school. Fathers were eager to send both male and female children to learn to read and write. Ever
ADAM I couldn't believe what was going on in my home. This man comes with the disguise that he came to settle some unknown difference between himself and my father. We all knew he wanted to be president; to achieve that, he would need my father's approval. But then he shows up with his daughter and niece and imposes them to stay with us for three weeks without prior notice. Binta was so uncomfortable. I could see the fear and concern in her eyes even though she tried to mask it. I needed to talk to her to reassure her she had absolutely nothing to worry about. I had to find out where she was in the palace. I asked some of the maidens, and they said she was in the television room. Ever since Binta discovered television, she had been hooked. She was a breath of fresh air; maybe that was why I loved her so much. She never pretended. She was readable; she had absolutely nothing to hide. Binta was a gentle soul. Easily contented, never greedy, kind, virtuous, and beautiful. She was every
BINTA There it was. The cat was finally out of the bag. I did not expect Adam to do this now. Everyone, including myself, was surprised. Leila ran out, hurting, and her cousin followed her. The Minister's gaze was shooting daggers at me. He was displeased about the situation, but his opinion was irrelevant in the matter. The Sarki was pleased, "well, well, well, my son has finally chosen a bride. You chose well, my son." He said, congratulating Adam. "We will begin to make all the necessary arrangements. Come here, both of you." We walked up to where the King was seated. As we were both about to squat to pay our respects, he stopped us and stood up instead. He hugged his son and hugged me too. Then he blessed us. We had to walk around the room to receive a blessing from the chiefs present. The Minister excused himself. It was clear he was angry. The King winked at me as he secretly mocked the Minister. When the Minister left his room, the King finally spoke up. "That man thought h
ADAM I intended to please her. Every time she moaned, begged, and screamed, I was filled with joy. Her moaning made me hard, and I wanted to take her there and then. She even asked me to, but I had promised not to take her until our wedding night. I intended to keep it, although it would be hard. I had a strong erection that needed handling. Binta was so sweet, warm and fresh. I was enjoying what no man had ever experienced before, and it felt good to know I was her first. I promised myself to make sure I remained her first and only one. She was on fire, and she went wild. As she lost herself, I did too. It was easy. Every part of me wanted to fuck her hard, gentle, and intense and make sweet love to her, but I couldn't. I wanted to feel her. I wanted to be inside of her. I was close to being tempted to damn it and take it all, but I knew better. Binta was perfect for me. She responded to my touch as no other had. I was willing to do anything to please her in and out of bed. Her moa
LAILA Why did he do this to me? Adam knew why I had come here. I was sorry. He knew I was sorry, and he still did this. How could he? I have loved him for four years. Those other men meant absolutely nothing to me. I got lonely now and then whenever he was not around me. I always imagined he was the one I was having sex with when I was with other men. I only had sex with them because I missed him and wanted to feel him. I knew what I was doing was wrong, but Adam was too busy to have my time. I was conscientious. I wonder how he ever found out. If he truly loved me, he would have forgiven me. "Why, Zuwaira? Why will Adam do this?" I asked my cousin. "Because he is an asshole," she responded, "you are better than that. You can get yourself a richer, more handsome man that will make him look like nothing. I knew coming here was a bad idea, but you wouldn't listen." "No, Zuwaira! I don't want another; I want ADAM! I want Adam! I need him," and I started to cry. "What should I do, Zuw
SAFIA. Aishatu had succeeded in bringing the final and most crucial ingredient for Binta's ritual. I had warned her that Dagudu was on his way, and she had handled the matter beautifully. Although Bamali was not covenanted to us, he had shown his loyalty to our course. We couldn't allow him to get in trouble with the jinni. She still owned him. So we had to be careful. The-bond-that-binds you is usually a finger bone made from jinni cadaver. It is used to bind the holder's soul to the jinni he or she sold it to. Often the holders were clueless about it, and this is because they usually receive it in a dream, but in actual reality, it is their soul that receives it, but the experience is perceived as a dream. Bamalli was the only living being with the finger-bone, and I was glad he was on our side. The finger-bone was somehow tied to the jinni in question, so I was going to use it to gain entrance into her kingdom. Binta was laid beautifully on the floor in the middle of the compou
BAMALI. News about the sudden huge number of visitors arriving at Rayuwa baffled me. I knew what the people were, and I became scared. I had been unable to warn Safia about the jinni's ploy, and I worried that it was too late. I was a prisoner even in my home. Selling my soul had taken away my freedom. I once thought the people of Rayuwa were unfortunate prisoners; my situation made me realise that there were worse forms of thralldom than that which Rayuwa was in. At least the people of Rayuwa had the luxury of drinking the blessed water to sever their ties with the jinni. I could not drink the blessed water because it would not affect me. I had already sold my soul, and my only hope was that the jinni would be defeated. I prayed that I would one day be free. I did not know how my freedom would come. It would either be in life or death. I yearned most for life. Dagudu had successfully found a way to get close to Safia, and it made me worried. Couldn't she sense who he was? He had
ADAM My father had sent an order to the president instructing the people of Lafiya to throw out Aljanan Daji's altars from their homes and swear allegiance to the new deity. There were also instructions to bless the land. I thought my mother-in-law would be coming to bless the land herself, but I learned that it was going to rain for seven days instead, a form of cleansing. Those who were interested in serving the new deity were instructed to collect the rainwater and drink it to sever their blood ties to Aljannan Daji. The people were confused, and soon I had a crowd at my gate. People wanted answers, answers they knew they could only get from a royal. News also went around about what Laila had done at the party. It was linked to the decree by the king, and people had become scared. I knew I had to attend to the crowd of reporters outside. So I went out with the guards to address them and answer their questions. Since they couldn't all go to Rayuwa to interview my father, I was the
Laila. My mission in Duniya was heartwarming. I looked forward to doing good. With my long history of evil deeds, the mission the deity sent me on was a soul redeemer. Zuwaira and I had devised a plan to get our friends and their families to cross over. We knew it would be very difficult because the people were loyal to the old deity, and they were afraid of her too. The fear got worse when the sky turned red, and the plants began to die. The plague had worsened the situation. No one wanted to get on the deity's bad side for fear of her wrath. We had seen greater power than hers, and we were willing to fight for it. Since Adam was still sorry about what they had done to us in Rayuwa, I was able to persuade him to allow me to throw a party in the house. He didn't like the idea at first because of Binta's situation, but when I told him about what the deity had requested of us, he agreed. Watching the way everyone worked to help organise the party warmed my heart. I secretly wished t
BAMALI. Dagudu was unable to cope with the female body he occupied. The fact that the body was that of a fugitive made it worse. His magic was growing gradually. He was already more powerful than I was, and he wasn't yet at full capacity. I began to wonder what he would be capable of. He never left my side, and because of that, I was unable to communicate with Safia about the new developments. Unlike me, he had a telepathic connection with the jinni. More and more, I realised that I had sold my soul for way less. "Why did she put you in a female body?" I asked curiously. She could have as well killed two men instead of a man and a woman. I hated the sight of Dagudu, realising my daughter's body would have been his host sickened me the more. I had to be careful around him. Already the jinni had begun to withhold information from me; I didn't want to create more suspicion as that would put my life in danger. Not that my life was worth much, but I wanted to see the jinni defeated. "It
BAMALI "You betrayed me." I heard the King of jinnis say as he held his spouse by the throat. "You didn't bring me back. Why didn't you bring me back?" "I...I tried." She managed; I had never seen her so afraid. "But I had no priest. No one swore servitude to me until him." She said, pointing at me. I watched the man drop her and turn his attention towards me. His eyes were fire. I was sure the fire had burned the eyeballs of the body it occupied. Whatever was left of it was burned out, unless it was magical fire, but at the range we stood, the fire was real to me. Anyone that was afraid of Aljannan Daji would die from fear just by seeing this jinni. He had altered the body he occupied in the most hideous way. The skin was red, and steam exuded from him. He had two large black horns and one small horn in the centre of his head. He was huge, easily nine feet tall. His presence was evil and menacing. What had she unleashed upon us? While the jinni advanced toward me, I saw Aljanan Da
BAMALI. After the incident in Safia's compound, I tried to find ways to make amends. What I did most of the time was to find a way to inform the deity of Aljannan Daji's plans. Without my help, the jinni had been able to trap two unfortunate people for Dagudu's resurrection ritual. I was taken to the forbidden forest to help prepare the items for the ritual. What I did not know was that I would have to be the one to slaughter the innocent people for the ritual to work. Apparently, the jinni could kill to feed, but a human had to sacrifice life to her for the blood to have any magical effect. The coldness of the situation brought chills to my spine. The fact that the unfortunate humans were fugitives did not make me feel better at all. Knowing the situation, I was sickened that the jinni would have made me sacrifice my children with my bare hands. If it wasn't for the fact that the deity could protect them, I would have killed myself if it had come to that. I had sent word to the dei
LAILA Shortly after the scene with the deity, we were escorted to my bedroom in the Palace. It was clear that the royal family were ashamed of what they had done to Zuwaira and me and tried to apologise by having the palace maidens pamper us. Everything that happened at our trial still shocked us. Binta was the daughter of a powerful deity. I couldn't believe it. The woman looked almost as young as Binta. The last time we were in Rayuwa, there was a rumour that her mother had gone missing. I began to believe it was all a sick joke. The people knew what we were up against and still set us up. That must have been the reason why our plans against Binta failed. It was also the reason why the Sarki and the entire council, in fact, the entire island, wanted Adam to marry Binta, so she would be the next queen. What beats having the daughter of a deity as queen? Was the main deity not Aljannan Daji? Who was Binta's mother? Was she Aljannan Daji. Aljannan Daji was the deity we all worshipped
ADAM Our arrival in Buchum Rayuwa was a shock to everyone. Binta was carried straight to the Palace. My father was in shock and hesitated to inform Safia of her daughter's predicament. "We have to tell her mother. She might be able to help." I tried to convince my father. "He is right, Umar. We can keep this from the deity; she will find out, and that will be worse." My mom said, trying to talk some sense into him. "What deity?" Ibrahim asked, confused. No one answered him. "Bring that witch for trial." My father said, refusing to send words to Safia. "The council isn't complete," I pointed out. "Right now, our energy should be spent on trying to save Binta's life. The trial can commence later." I pleaded. "The witch did it; she must have the antidote. She will solve the problem she caused with the right amount of pressure, and then I will behead her, her cousin and her family." My father said, and I could see the rage in his eyes. "What if she doesn't have the remedy and Bint