CHAPTER one

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"Nusaiba". "Na'am". I hurriedly walked to where iya was sitting and squatted. "You finally decide to answer my call. Where were you when I was calling your name?". 'I was washing plates". I answered trembling. "You are still washing those plates? Did I ask you to was the whole plates in the neighborhood?. I want you to go and fetch water and fill all the drums, then you'll cook dinner before your father returns". I listened carefully as she listed the chores for me.

"But iya It almost time for maghrib and Abba said we shouldn't go to the river by these time. Also I have hadda class today, I suggest we take kunun gero and bambara it's easier". I explained calmly hoping she will understand. "You are very stupid. Are you to tell me what to do and what not to do. If you are not careful you won't attend the hadda class. Get out of my sight". She commanded. I hurriedly stood up my body trembling. "And make sure you do all the chores I asked you to do". I nodded my head and left. I carried a bucket and headed out.

My name is Nusaiba Habeeb. My father, Mallam Habeeb Sani is a traditional doctor. He's popularly known as mallam mai magani. He has one wife whose name is Mariya but we call her iya. I have three siblings. Jamila who is two years older than me. Then Hassana and Hussaina who are 2 months older. My mother always maltreats me, she has shown me countless times that am not her biological daughter.

My siblings were inside the house while she gave me all those chores to do. I do everything she ask without complaining just to please her, but all my efforts are in vain because she never understands me. Only my father and grandma understands me.

I hastened my steps to enable me reach the river faster.

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