FUSKA UKU

About this Novel

She sat on a small chair, similar to those commonly used by women in their homes. The way she anxiously fiddled with the end of Tagumi's father's shawl in front of her was a clear indication of her worry. Her thoughts carried her far away, deep in contemplation. Then, he emerged from the shadows, standing at the doorway. He was in the midst of performing his ablutions. To her surprise, this devout lady named Bilkisu had not moved from where she sat under her veil. With great care, he unbuttoned his shirt cuffs before picking up his toothbrush and placing it in his mouth, all the while taking in how she sat there. "Bilkisu...!" He called out, but silence met his first inquiry. Undeterred, he raised his voice and called out once more, "Bilkisu...!" Finally, she heard his call. Saida released a sigh of relief, unclenching her fists. She responded, "Malam, did it come down from the mosque?"