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The day woke up with intense heat because the sun was blazing. Everyone was searching for shelter under a shed or a tree. The noise of vehicles filled the city of Kano, and despite the massive traffic jam clogging the streets, many people inside their cars were sweating and exhausted from the scorching heat.
However, this did not stop the street hawkers from eagerly promoting their wares, especially the water sellers, because people desperately needed cold water due to the weather.
My gaze shifted to a very beautiful white car; just a single look told you the owner was wealthy. I saw a very pretty young girl lying in the back of the car. She was fair-skinned, but her complexion wasn't overly bright—resembling that of an Ethiopian. She had a long nose and large eyes, lying down in the back of the car studying a book.
In front was the driver. She raised her head and said, "Balarabe, do you see what I was afraid of? That's why I said we shouldn't pass this way. Look, I'm about to be late, and I have lectures right now, I swear."
Balarabe replied, "Take it easy, Hajiya. I honestly didn't think we would encounter this traffic."
She gave a small hiss, saying, "I swear, I should go and find out what is causing this kind of traffic in Kano!" Without waiting for Balarabe's commentary, she opened the car door and stepped out.
She stepped out just as a small red car stopped beside her. Slowly, the car window rolled down, revealing a handsome young guy, along with another whom I assumed was his friend. The handsome young man was the driver, and at a single glance, you could tell he was in a great mood because he kept nodding his head, apparently listening to music he was enjoying. He took a carton of Hollandia yoghurt, sipping it slowly while continuing to nod his head, even tapping two of his fingers together in rhythm.
Do not think this pretty girl was the one he was looking at—not at all, his attention wasn't on her. Suddenly, she felt something strike her chest. Quickly, she looked down at her clothes.
Hummm, do you know what it was? It was nothing other than the Hollandia yoghurt that the guy was drinking! She scanned her body to see how the yoghurt had made a complete mess of her black jallabiya, then shifted her gaze back to the car to see what kind of fool had done this to her.
Instead, she saw the guy looking at her and bursting into laughter, even hitting the steering wheel. The other guy sitting beside him lifted his head, looked at him, and said, "Hey man, are you alright? You're just laughing by yourself like someone possessed by spirits."
Laughing, he pointed at Yasmeen, who was standing like a statue staring in utter disbelief at the wonder of God, shocked at what kind of foolish person could do something to her and then point and laugh. Mas'ud said, "Man, you really are a rogue, Nawaff! How could you ruin a girl's clothes and then just sit there laughing at her?"
"Do you even know who this is? Look at the plate number of the car she came out of."
Nawaff glared at Mas'ud, saying, "I didn't ask her to come and stop here acting all high and mighty! You're telling me to look at her car plate number—so what if I looked at it?"
Yasmeen heard everything they were saying, which made her anger flare up even more. Furious, she walked right up to their car.
She said, "You fool, someone who has no respect for people! Did you not even see the damage you caused?"
In anger, Nawaff stared at her and snapped, "Who is the fool?"
In equal defiance, she shot back, "You, of course! Or calling you a fool is too mild—I should add 'madman,' because I can see you have a tiny brain."
Furious, he pushed open the car door, stepped out, and landed a resounding slap across her cheek—tass!
Many people's attention turned toward the scene, especially the street hawkers. She clutched her cheek, staring at him, then raised her hand to slap him back in return. Quickly, he grabbed her hand and twisted it. She yelled, "You little rascal, let go of my hand!" As he raised his hand to slap her again, Mas'ud quickly stepped between them and said, "Come on, Nawaff, how could you wrong her and then beat her up?"
In a rage, Nawaff snapped, "Look at this man! Didn't you see her utter disrespect toward me? Or are you deaf?"
People were staring at them. Mas'ud said, "Come on, Nawaff, you know your face is well-known; why would you do this? Now you'll have journalists broadcasting you all over the world, you know that full well."
Nawaff hissed, "Let them not fail to tell the world what I did, you hear? Rather than letting the world not know, I'd rather stay put while a little girl disrespects me." He turned back to her: 👉🏻"As for you, write it down and keep it; I will show you that I am crazier than a madman!"👈🏻
Yasmeen hissed and said, "I swear, I will show you that I am the cure for any madman, no matter how crazy he is!"
He flared up again, ready to slap her, but Mas'ud—standing right between them—blocked him. "Hey, what is wrong with both of you for God's sake? Don't you see people staring at us? Look, you're blocking traffic."
Only then did Nawaff notice that the space in front of them was empty; the massive traffic jam had cleared up, except for the cars behind them continuously blaring their horns.
Balarabe, who had been apologizing to Yasmeen all this while without her listening, said, "Please calm down, Hajiya, let's go. You see you are already late."
She shot him a glare and then let out a hiss. Mas'ud said, "Please calm down for God's sake, you see we are on the highway."
She turned back toward their car just to glare at the spectacle they had caused, but she made a firm vow: the very day she crosses paths with that guy again, she will show him he is just a minor nuisance, I swear...✍🏻
A word of advice to readers: What will happen next? Who is Nawaff? Why would journalists broadcast him? Who is Yasmeen? And whose daughter is she? Follow me to find the answers to your questions...
2. Summary
Set against the backdrop of a scorching afternoon traffic jam in Kano, the story introduces Yasmeen, a wealthy, educated, and quick-tempered young woman rushing to university lectures. Frustrated by the gridlock, she steps out of her car, only to have Nawaff—a carefree, wealthy, and arrogant young man in a red car—accidentally spill his Hollandia yoghurt all over her black jallabiya. Instead of apologizing, Nawaff bursts into laughter, mocking her. Enraged, Yasmeen confronts him and insults him. The argument escalates physically when Nawaff slaps her, prompting a fierce retaliation and intervention from Nawaff's more sensible friend, Mas'ud. The confrontation ends with mutual threats and lingering vows of vengeance as the traffic clears, leaving readers with suspense regarding the identities and future clashes of the main characters.
3. Description & Character Analysis
- Yasmeen: Described as a sophisticated, Ethiopian-featured, fair-skinned young woman from an affluent background. She is intelligent, punctual (worried about missing lectures), but fiercely proud, hot-tempered, and unwilling to take disrespect lightly.
- Nawaff: Arrogant, wealthy, and carefree. He is unbothered by social etiquette, quick to anger when challenged, and apparently well-known enough that his actions could attract media attention ("journalists broadcasting you all over the world").
- Mas'ud: Nawaff’s friend who acts as the voice of reason. He tries to de-escalate the tension, warning Nawaff of the public consequences of his actions due to his recognizable status.
- Balarabe: Yasmeen's polite, patient, but anxious driver who tries unsuccessfully to manage her temper and keep her on schedule.
4. Comments & Conclusions
This opening scene serves as a classic romantic-suspense/drama trope setup (often found in modern Hausa literature, or Littattafan Soyayya). It brilliantly contrasts social classes, contrasting personalities, and themes of pride, ego, and urban chaos. The author uses vivid sensory details—the blistering Kano heat, the noise of traffic, the street hawkers, and the sticky yoghurt stain—to ground the dramatic confrontation in reality.
The cliffhanger effectively hooks the reader by posing intriguing questions: Who is Nawaff that makes him prone to media attention? Who is Yasmeen's influential family? The stage is set for a turbulent enemies-to-lovers or high-stakes drama arc.
