Boyayyan Mutum Compelet Book

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"BIRD'S EYE VIEW" Maman Abd Shakur Aisha Muhammad Sani Oyiza!!! I dedicated this book to you, this novel is for you my humi darling, my sister, my support system, my rock, I love you.

1 Six tall eucalyptus trees stood in a circle within the clearing of the forest, completely free of debris as if the area was well-maintained. Hanging on each tree was a shooting target vector, and a large empty table sat right in the middle of the open space. The roaring sound of a power bike filled the environment, let me raise my head to give you a proper report. Not far from the trees, a black power bike stood without the engine being turned off, its engine producing that usual heavy roar. Starting from his feet, I began looking at the man on the bike. He wore black Hermes cover shoes over black socks, straight-leg trimmed trousers, and a black Versace Greco hoodie. His hands were slipped inside exquisite black men's riding gloves, and on his back rested a sophisticated black backpack. Slowly, he placed his hand on the throttle, twisted it, and the engine died. With his left foot, he pressed the bike's brake to steady it securely before leaping off gracefully, landing firmly on his feet. He tugged at his jacket, adjusting his stance. He was very tall, a complete specimen of a man who filled out his clothes effortlessly. Raising both hands, he placed them on the helmet resting on his head, slowly removing it and turning it over in his hands. His entire head and face were encased in a black tactical face mask, paired with pitch-black military-style sunglasses that pressed tightly against his eyes. You could not see his mouth or nose, save for the bridge of his nose visible through fine mesh. He placed the helmet down on the power bike, raised his left hand to check the screen of a sophisticated watch strapped over his glove, and slid that hand into his trouser pocket while letting the other arm swing. He turned and walked like a lion toward the circle of trees. Reaching the table at the center, he looked around at the trees before slipping the backpack off his shoulders and placing it on the table. Unzipping the bag, he pulled out two Beretta M9 handguns, spun them slightly in his hands, adjusted their grip, and walked like a lion toward the trees. He adjusted the shooting vector target on one of the trees, turned around, and stopped in front of the table. Adjusting the grip of the gun, he stared intently at the target vectors through his black sunglasses. Slowly, he set the gun down, reached into his bag, and pulled out a pair of earmuffs. Slipping them on to cover his ears, he picked up one of the guns and aimed it at the vector target. Pulling the trigger, a loud bang echoed through the forest, and he struck the target dead center. Adjusting his aim, he continued firing; rapid gunshots echoed through the woods. After nearly an hour, he packed everything back into the bag, checked his watch once more, shouldered the backpack, walked like a lion back to the bike, started it with a furious roar, and sped away from the location.

In front of a large mansion situated deep within the forest, he pulled up with a sharp screech, dismounted the bike in a single fluid motion, and headed into the house. It was a massive estate with various luxury cars parked in the compound and a large mosque off to one side. He opened the door to a sprawling suite and stepped inside...

An older, elegant woman was seated in the back of a luxury black Lexus while the driver sat upfront with the engine running. Looking at her gold wristwatch, she touched her head and sighed, "Oh, will this girl make me miss my flight? Adamu, go call her and tell her to come out." The driver, Adamu, chuckled lightly and replied, "Alright, Hajiya." He turned off the engine, opened the door, and as he put his foot down, a tall, brown-skin young lady came out wearing a clean white school uniform, black cover shoes, an ironed white straight-cut trouser, a white knee-length tunic, and a small white hijab that barely reached past her chest. A large black student backpack was strapped to her back, and she held her spare black after-dress in her hand. She smiled at her mother, who was glaring at her from inside the car, and ran toward the vehicle to open the opposite door. A young man dressed in a suit with a loose necktie stepped out onto the veranda carrying a small food flask and called out to her. "Nadeera!" The girl stopped short, placed a hand over her small lips, and gasped, "Oh my!" She hurried over to the veranda and reached out for the food flask just as another door opened. An older man stepped out, also wearing a suit with a stack of files in his hand, though he looked far more senior than the young man holding the flask. His eyes were hidden behind dark sunglasses, and his expression was stone-cold. She swallowed her laughter, took the flask, and said, "Thanks, Ya Ahmad, bye! Have a safe trip to the bank, my accountant." He glared at her, raising his hand to flick her forehead, but she dashed toward the car. A sharp reprimand stopped her in her tracks, making her widen her eyes in fright. "I think I've told you countless times that I hate this kind of running around." She quickly turned around, clutching the flask tightly to her chest out of sheer panic, and whispered, "I won't do it again, Ya Muhsin. I'm sorry." From the car, Mum called out to her, "Nadeera, are you going to make me miss my flight for your heart to be at peace?" She turned back, blew a secret bye-bye to Ya Ahmad, and hurried to the car. She opened the door, climbed inside, and the driver honked as the security guard opened the massive gate, letting them drive out.

Nadeera hugged Mum tightly and closed her eyes. Mum put down her phone, turned with a smile on her face, and lifted Nadeera's chin, only to see tears welling up in her eyes. Mum quickly wiped them away and shook her head, saying, "You're starting again, aren't you? Every time I travel, you cry. Don't you know you're grown up now? You're twenty-two, stop it, princess. I won't be long this time, I promise." Nadeera buried her face in Mum's shoulder, hugging her tightly and sobbing softly where only Mum could hear. Mum pulled her back gently, opened her expensive designer crock handbag, and pulled out a scented handkerchief. "Oya, that's enough, look, you'll stain your white uniform. I said I won't be long, you hear, my Nadee?" Nadeera nodded, and Mum carefully wiped her tears before setting the handkerchief on her lap. Resting her head back on Mum's shoulder, she whispered, "When will you stop these trips, Mum? I hate it when you travel and leave me all alone. You know Ya Muhsin yells at me constantly when you're not around. Only Ya Ahmad and Daddy love me. Mum, please stop traveling, the house is so boring whenever you're away. Please, Mum, stop." Mum smiled, gently lifted her head from her shoulder, looked straight into her eyes, and said, "Don't worry, nothing will happen to you. And if you need anything even when Dad isn't around, ask any of your brothers, they will give it to you. Some designs ran out at the boutique and there's high demand for them, so I have to make this trip. Just do one thing for me: take care of yourself, okay?" She nodded, and just as she was about to speak, Mum's phone rang. Mum checked the screen and said, "Hold on, baby, it's a business call, let me answer it." Nadeera nodded and rested her head back on Mum's shoulder, lost in thought. Mum never spent a full month at home; she was constantly traveling abroad to source goods. She owned massive supermarkets, a boutique, and a huge interior design plaza. Even when she was in Nigeria, you barely saw her at home because she was always at her shops. Her drive for money was intense, even though they lacked nothing. Why couldn't she stop doing business? A gentle squeeze on her hand snapped her out of her thoughts. She looked up at Mum, who was smiling at her. "Tell me, what are you thinking about?" Mum asked. Nadeera smiled, revealing her white teeth, and replied, "Nothing, Mum, I'm just feeling a bit strange today since I woke up, as if something bad is about to happen." "Did you pray?" Mum asked. Nadeera nodded, "Yes, Mum." Mum stroked the side of her face with a smile and said, "My Nadee girl, I know you're missing me already. Anyway! Since you prayed, I'm sure Allah will protect my baby girl for me. Nothing is going to happen, you hear?" Nadeera nodded just as the driver parked in front of a massive hospital named St. Edward Teaching Hospital. Mum pointed toward the door and said, "Oya, go do your practicals safely, my nurse. Don't go breaking needles in a patient's backside! Your momma loves you." Nadeera laughed, threw her arms around Mum, and said, "I love you too, Mum. Please come back soon." Tears gathered in her eyes again. Mum pecked her cheek and said, "I promise. Oya, go, go, don't be late." Smiling, Nadeera opened the car door and stepped out while Mum handed her backpack and food flask. She took them, strapped the bag to her back, held the flask, and took the after-dress Mum handed her before closing the door. She waved bye, and Mum waved back as Adamu drove off toward the airport.

Nadeera watched the car leave, quickly wiped away a stray tear, and adjusted her backpack. She folded the after-dress and zipped it into the back pocket of her bag, tucked the flask inside, and walked slowly into the hospital as if her heart had shattered inside her.

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Upon entering, she spotted two of her classmates heading toward the ward. She quickly intercepted them with her innocent voice, asking, "Um, please, where did Fauzy go? Which ward?" They replied simultaneously, "No, she just came in, she went to the common room." She hurried toward their common room before their HOD could catch her and send her to the ward. Opening the common room door, she let out a sudden gasp. A young lady sitting inside tapping away on her phone was startled, thinking it was their HOD. Nadeera glared at her, quickly locked the door, placed a finger over her lips, and scolded, "Foolish girl, they said no phones, yet you bring your phone!" Fauzy put her phone in her bag, stood up, hugged her while laughing, and then let go. "Foolish girl, why are you late today?" Looking like she was about to cry, Nadeera set her bag down and said, "Mum traveled today, Fauzy. Now it's just me, Abba, Ya Ahmad, and the house helps. She never sleeps away; she always leaves in the evening." Tears welled up in her eyes again as she spoke. Fauzy comforted her, "Sorry, my Mummy's pet. Don't worry, once a husband comes along, you'll marry and leave their house, then you can visit whenever you want." Nadeera tapped her head playfully, glaring at her. "You and marriage! Just so you know, I'm going to do the School of Post-Basic Nursing and specialize in anesthesia or midwifery before any marriage." Fauzy scrunched up her nose. "You'll rot at home with your endless degrees, bookworm." Nadeera scoffed back, "Rotten tomatoes taste better!" Fauzy covered her mouth in shock. "La! Nadeera, you modern air-fryer, rotten tomatoes?" Nadeera glared at her, ready to snap back, but Fauzy cut her off. "Alright, just take your working gear and logbook and let's go. I'm not getting dragged into your rotten tomato debate." Nadeera just laughed and said nothing more. In the whole world, Fauzy was her only true friend—the daughter of her mother's friend, and their bond was unbreakable. She opened her bag, pulled out her stethoscope and logbook, and left their bags behind. They went to sign in. Since she was assigned to the female surgical ward for the week while Fauzy was in the pediatric ward, each of them headed off to their respective wards to work until they met up for afternoon prayers. She entered her ward, greeted the female patients, checked their IV drips, and headed to the nurses' desk. Before she could even sit down, the senior nurse on duty ordered her to take the vital signs of all the patients in the ward, and she hurried off to comply.

The living room was empty, so he quickly bounded up the stairs and burst into a room upstairs. Nearly three computers sat on a long table, and a MacBook rested on a plush, wide lounge chair. He dropped his backpack on the table, picked up the MacBook from the chair, sat down, opened it, and began working. After spending about thirty minutes typing away, a knock sounded on the door. He raised his head, glanced at the door, and tapped his watch. Instantly, the image of two young men standing outside the door popped up on his watch screen—his younger brothers, Abdullah, who was closer in age to him, and Omari, who was older than Abdullah. Setting the MacBook down, he stood up, opened the door, walked back to his seat, picked up the device, and resumed his work. The two brothers walked in and sat down on either side of him, sandwiching him. The one on his right asked, "Ya Marwan, were you able to hack his system?" He let out a harsh, strained hiss, placed the MacBook on Omari's lap (who was on his left), and turned to look at Abdullah. Speaking in the chilling, raspy voice typical of terrors, he said, "No, I need to get his actual eyeball. He uses an eye scanner. Don't worry, I know how to get it; I have to go to the hospital where he was admitted. Did you guys do what I told you?" He spoke with an air of absolute authority, looking at Omari on his side. Omari handed over a Canon camera. Marwan took it, inspected it, and saw pictures of three different car license plates. He nodded, placed the camera beside him, and said, "Good. What time is their flight landing tonight?" Omari replied, "10:45 PM. They are coming with eight bodyguards, three drivers, and they are bringing the money." He nodded silently for a moment before asking, "What about Kamal and the others? I hope they are at their various posts." Abdullah answered, "Yes, they know what to do to plant the device on their luggage once they land." A deep smile touched his face before he looked at Omari and said, "Go rest, I have some work to finish." Omari smiled and said, "Okay, Genius. Abdullah, come on, don't burn my pasta, I'm hungry." Marwan smiled behind his mask as he looked at his younger brothers. Abdullah glared at Omari and snapped, "I won't cook! We have a cook because I'm the last born, I am not your cook, Ya Marwan!" he said, looking at Marwan behind the mask. Before Marwan could speak, Omari interjected, "Don't take sides, Ya Marwan! Abdullah has no respect lately; he treats me like I'm under twelve. Every time we go on an operation, he always takes my post, and when we get home, he begs me to cook for him. I'm only cooking for Ya Marwan, go eat the cook's food, I won't make any for you." "You will make it, I said you will make it, you naughty, spoiled brat!" "Me, a spoiled brat?" Abdullah yelled, rising from the chair as if to lunge at Omari. Marwan raised his hand and barked a sharp command. "Enough!" Both of them instantly fell silent. Marwan stood up, pulled them both into a tight embrace against his shoulders without saying a word. They stayed like that for about a minute before he exhaled softly and said, "Stop fighting. I hate it. My heart breaks whenever you two fight. Omari, have you forgotten Momma's last words?" Omari slowly shook his head, his body growing calm. Marwan continued, "Good. We are one. We only have each other in this world. I love the two of you." Both brothers smiled warmly and spoke in unison, "We love you more, Ya Marwan." Abdullah extended his hand, saying, "And we are..." Omari placed his hand over Abdullah's, and Marwan slowly reached out and placed his hand on top of theirs. Together, they shouted, "The BM's!" They burst into laughter, hugged the masked man, and then playfully shoved him down hard, piling on top of him while laughing hysterically. Marwan let out a deep smile without saying a word until they got off him. He pretended to grab them, and they bolted out of the room, laughing and high-fiving, with Abdullah even sticking his tongue out at him as they fled. Slowly, Marwan rose from the floor, adjusted his dark sunglasses, returned to his seat, picked up his MacBook, and went back to work.

As soon as afternoon prayers ended, she and Fauzy left the mosque, returned to the common room, and picked up their bags. Fauzy was letting out continuous sighs of frustration. Nadeera chuckled and asked, "What's wrong with all these sighs?" Fauzy groaned, "It's those nurses! They never miss a chance to dump all their work on practical students. They just sit around on WhatsApp. Aisha and I had to do everything; my back feels like it's about to split in two!" "Take it easy, lazy babe." Fauzy pouted as they walked out together, chatting until they reached the gate. Adamu was waiting for her, and Fauzy's ride had also arrived, so they bid each other farewell and climbed into their respective cars. Adamu started the engine and drove out onto the street. Barely two minutes into the drive, she burst into...

Summary

The narrative introduces "Boyayyen Mutun" (The Hidden Person) by Maman Abd Shakur, opening in a secluded forest clearing where a heavily-geared, masked man hones his firearms precision using tactical shooting targets. This mysterious figure, Marwan (the leader of the elite trio known as "The BM's" alongside his younger brothers Abdallah and Omari), balances high-stakes technological operations and tactical threats with a deeply protective familial bond.

In parallel, the story follows Nadeera, an affectionate and sensitive 22-year-old nursing student and "Mummy's pet." As her mother departs on an international business trip, Nadeera experiences a sense of foreboding. She navigates her nursing practicals at St. Edward Teaching Hospital alongside her close friend Fauzy, contrasting her structured academic and domestic life with the dangerous, clandestine world operating in the shadows of the forest.

Description

Set against a backdrop of contrasting environments—from luxurious urban mansions and busy teaching hospitals to secluded forest training grounds—the excerpt weaves elements of romance, family drama, action, and suspense. It explores the psychological weight carried by Marwan beneath his tactical gear and the vulnerable emotional attachment Nadeera holds toward her family, establishing a rich foundation for an impending collision between their two drastically different worlds.

Analytics

• Character Dynamics: Strong focus on sibling bonds (Marwan, Omari, Abdullah as "The BM's") versus tight-knit maternal and friendly ties (Nadeera, her mother, her brothers Ya Muhsin and Ya Ahmad, and her best friend Fauzy).
• Genre Blend: Contemporary Hausa fiction blending romance, family drama, suspense, and tactical action.
• Pacing: Alternates smoothly between high-octane, atmospheric action (Marwan's firearms training and tech operations) and relatable slice-of-life scenes (Nadeera's nursing practicals and emotional farewells).
• Thematic Elements: Protection, familial loyalty, the heavy cost of ambition (Mum's constant travels), and underlying premonitions of danger.

Comments

• The author establishes a captivating contrast from the very first chapters by pairing a gritty, action-heavy tactical operative with a soft, emotional nursing student.
• The emotional depth in Nadeera's interactions with her mother makes her character instantly sympathetic, grounding the story before the suspense elements escalate.
• The dynamic between Marwan and his brothers adds a layer of warmth and humor that balances the otherwise intimidating persona of "The BM's."

Conclusions

This opening sequence successfully sets up a dual-narrative structure. By establishing Nadeera's vulnerable, everyday life alongside Marwan's secretive, high-stakes operations, the author builds anticipation for how these two divergent paths will inevitably cross, hinting at a gripping plot driven by family loyalty, security threats, and emotional entanglement.

Keywords

Boyayyen Mutun, Maman Abd Shakur, Hausa Novel, Nadeera, Marwan, The BM's, Nursing Student, Tactical Action, Family Drama, Romance

Analytical CategoryComprehensive Breakdown & Insights for Kabilan Mu (Chapters 1–6) Expanded SummaryThe narrative opens in a starkly contrasting dual world: Oliver, a wealthy young man leading a reckless life in a smoking den, unexpectedly intervenes to stop a violent assault, revealing a hidden code of honor and a deep aversion to women's tears. Shifting to a modest household, Eraj, a sensitive 16-year-old student raised by her widowed mother Amma, navigates school life, financial pressures, and her first severe experience with menstrual cramps. Brought to the school clinic, she encounters Dr. Oliver—now working as a school physician. Oliver is instantly and intensely captivated by her, comforting her through a painful injection and watching over her while she sleeps. Out of petty teenage mischief and prejudice against his cross necklace, Eraj steals it before fleeing home. That night, both experience a strange, almost telepathic emotional resonance across the city as Eraj writhes in pain and Oliver prays for her relief. Detailed Description• Setting: Alternates between the gritty, decadent urban underworld of Oliver's peers and the pious, warmth-filled, yet financially strained home of Amma and Eraj. • Atmosphere: High-tension, contrasting starkly between danger/depravity and domestic innocence/maternal warmth. • Cultural Context: Mirrors contemporary Northern Nigerian social dynamics, emphasizing Islamic values, respect for elders, school discipline, and the quiet resilience of single mothers. Literary Analytics• Character Archetypes: Oliver blends the "reformed/conflicted anti-hero" trope with an intense, instantaneous psychological fixation. Eraj represents the quintessential vulnerable, innocent maiden whose emotional expressiveness (tears, pouting) acts as Oliver's kryptonite. • Motifs & Symbolism: Physical pain serves as a narrative catalyst for intimacy. The golden cross necklace acts as a tangible plot device that guarantees future conflict and mandatory interaction. • Pacing: Rapid alternation between starkly contrasting environments builds dramatic irony and suspense. Critical Comments• Strengths: The author captures adolescent psychology with remarkable authenticity—Eraj's fear of medical injections, her reliance on her mother, and her impulsive pettiness feel genuine. • Nuance: Oliver's character walks a fine line between protective hero and intensely obsessive figure, though his proactive stance against abuse establishes immediate moral ground. • Realism vs. Drama: While everyday domestic scenes (like Amma zipping Eraj's dress or boiling koko) ground the story in realism, Oliver's almost telepathic sensing of Eraj's midnight pain introduces a heightened, melodramatic romance trope. Analytical ConclusionsThe opening chapters successfully establish a high-stakes, tension-fueled romance driven by forced proximity, stark social contrasts, and an accidental theft. The foundation is set for a classic collision of worlds where Oliver's protective instincts and obsession will clash with Eraj's sheltered innocence, forcing them together as the mystery of the necklace unravels.

CategoryDetailed BreakdownSummary• The Mysterious Operative: Marwan (leader of "The BM's") trains intensively in a secluded forest clearing with firearms and tactical gear before coordinating a high-tech operation with his younger brothers, Omari and Abdullah. • Nadeera's World: A sensitive 22-year-old nursing student navigates an emotional farewell as her mother departs on an international business trip, leaving Nadeera with a lingering sense of foreboding. • Daily Routine: Nadeera heads to St. Edward Teaching Hospital for her clinical practicals, finding comfort in her close friendship with Fauzy while balancing strict family expectations from her brothers.Description• Atmospheric Contrasts: The narrative juxtaposes the gritty, high-stakes underworld of tech hacking and tactical weapons training with the warm, domestic, and professional life of an upper-middle-class Nigerian family. • Characterization: Marwan is portrayed as formidable, masked, and ruthlessly efficient, yet deeply affectionate and protective toward his siblings. Nadeera represents innocence, deep familial attachment, and youthful vulnerability. • Setting Integration: Richly details contrasting environments—from luxurious urban homes and busy hospital wards to a hidden forest stronghold.Analytics• Structural Dualism: Employs alternating perspectives to build tension, contrasting Marwan’s secretive mission preparation with Nadeera’s routine academic life. • Character Archetypes: Highlights the "protective older brother/leader" trope through Marwan and the "beloved family princess/nursing student" trope through Nadeera. • Pacing & Tension: Leverages micro-details (such as Nadeera's intuitive premonition of danger and Marwan's need for an eye scanner) to foreshadow future plot convergence. • Thematic Motifs: Explores loyalty, sibling bonds, the emotional toll of parental absence due to business ambitions, and the juxtaposition of danger versus safety.Comments• Strong Character Voice: The author successfully establishes distinct tones for each storyline; the action scenes carry a tense, cinematic weight, while the domestic scenes feel cozy and authentic. • Effective Pacing: The transition between Marwan's high-tech operations and Nadeera's playful banter with Fauzy prevents the narrative from feeling overwhelmingly heavy. • Foreshadowing: Nadeera's premonition ("something is going to happen to me today") cleverly aligns with Marwan's impending hospital-related mission, keeping readers hooked for the intersection of their paths.