As most people have been concerned on what got me so heartbroken on while we waited in Kaduna to eat.
Just as I stepped out of the mosque where I was praying, just then I saw a little girl who would be between the ages of 13 – 15.
She was heavily pregnant!
Hauwa was hawking kuli which she had neatly and creatively arranged in a transparent bucket.
The only thing I could get was her name as she cannot speak English and I cannot speak Hausa.
When I signaled to her to come like I was going to buy her wares, she quickly ran up to me and smiled.
Hauwa is a beautiful and innocent looking teenager. She is a definition of melanin goddess. She had a nice dentition.
She was wearing an ankara that was looking very old with white hijab, she had some heavy and funny looking make over on, but nevertheless she is very beautiful despite being heavily pregnant.
I asked: What is your name?
She replied: Ba Turenchi
I was pained. Why did I not learn Hausa from those mallam in front of our house?
Then a man saw us talking and decided to help with the interpretation.
Just then I realized Hauwa is just 14 years old.
She (according to the interpretation) got married at the age of 13 but she couldn’t tell the husband’s age but said he is as old as the interpreter whom I pictured should be in his 40s.
I later bought a kuli of 200, and gave her a 500 Naira note and said like a big sister ‘keep the change’ (Ka’aje chanji).
I miss Hauwa though, I call her my 30 minutes friend.
Heading to Jigawa
We continued our journey heading to the orientation camp, the road to Kano wasn’t so interesting because everyone was tired but as soon we got to Zaria, we were all awake and anxious to see the orientation camp.
By this time we had traveled for 17 hours!
Then my people just woke up and started singing, dancing and praying .
I was the quiet one in the bus and i just watched as they keep performing wonders lol
At exactly 11:29 pm we had arrived, i saw it boldly written: WELCOME TO THE FANISAU ORIENTATION CAMP, DUTSE, JIGAWA STATE.
I was happy the journey that resulted in swollen legs and backache has finally ended.
The soldiers welcomed us in, checked our luggage and showed us way to our hostels.
Just then the camp story started.
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