Liadi especially loved the island. Eko proper or isale Eko as its inhabitants proudly proclaimed it, with the fierce protectiveness of a people who knew their place.
In Jilete, a woman may choose not to ‘marry’ the male relative of her dead husband assigned to her, but she would have to forfeit her place in his family.
Had Abibatu Abeke even been the sort of woman who valued people’s comfort levels in awkward social situations, she was certain that something about losing the man who was your anchor to societal validation would have cured her of the habit.
I picked up the new faux leather covered collectible copy I had splurged on a few months earlier, expecting a light read; something that should help me ramp up my descriptive game a notch while at it. No biggie. Gentle Reader, I was all kinds of wrong.
School was regimented enough with its insistence on rules and order that all he had to do was be at the appropriate places at the appointed times. With a mother like his, ’Toye had no qualms following regulation.
She refused to tow the line many women in her circumstances would have – of coddling and overprotectiveness as a mother – choosing to make her son’s eventual name a reminder to herself not to get too attached
Muti’ah proves her worth to the world with this excellent story.
Muti’ah Badruddeen delivers a beautiful tale of the reunion of two women whose bond of faith and friendship is threatened by an unresolved trauma.
Written in the alternating perspective of past and present and from the points of view of Rekiya Gbadamosi, the product of an inter-tribal and inter-religious secret marriage; the unacknowledged daughter of one of the richest businessmen in the country and Zaynunah Sanusi, the modest daughter from a typical islamic home. Rekiya and Z tells the story of two women who met as high school teenagers under accidental circumstances, having no idea just how deep the roots of this friendship will grow and how it might be the one last anchor for each of the two friends in their later years.
Rekiya and Zaynunah bond as…
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Arranging marriages was in the purview of the women. Alas, in absence of such allies, who understood the art of slyly abdicating credit for what machinations their hands wrought, Abeke resigned to the fact that her brother would have to be trusted with the delicate task