LIFE IS WHAT YOU MAKE OF IT. THERE IS A FANTASY IN THIS CLAIM, I MUST BE CONCERNED WITH REALITY.....
I don't belongto that group of women who suffer from disorder of the womb, yet lie totheir doctor because of the fear of having their bodies examinedprivately. If you do not tell the truth to your doctor, how can you expectto get better, or at least be treated? If I fail to tell the truth to my parents,friends and even my adversaries, how can I explain the fact that I am notmerely being negative? Ordinarily, I would not have confided suchprivate matters or discussed them, but in this case I had to extricatemyself from the messy lies about my private life and my role in thebreakup of my marriage. So bearing this in mind, I decided to be brave,resolute and bluntly honest««.
y father is a Zaria-born Fulani and has earned himself respect all overKaduna as God-fearing and hard working citizen. Father a middle agedman who believes doing what is right could be described as a strictperson even though his educational background wouldn·t allow him tobe unexplainably so. I am the eldest of his four children, two of whichhad been taken to boarding school so that they get a taste of being ontheir own ¶of independence· as father had explained to them when mybrother faruk repeatedly complained about father,s intent at thebeginning of the decision. Father made sure he sent us to the bestschools in town, not forgetting to remind us always that it·s the onlylegacy he hopes to leave for us. Although our family is not a large one,we are not without constant visitors in our house.
ost of them arerelatives and friends, a good number of them from Zaria. "You couldlook us up in Liman's house."They would say any time they are asked oftheir contact address in Kaduna.