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Lu'u Lu'u Book 1 

Every day as they set out, he would rush up and start following them. Ummi would complain angrily, saying, "Nazeera, you are the one who is used to this! See, he is following us again. This thing is starting to frustrate me; imagine a madman following us around. Honestly, I am almost done walking with you, I swear!" She was scolding her like she was talking to a younger sibling—you would never guess Nazeera was her older sister.

The one called Nazeera didn't say anything; instead, she turned around and looked at him.

I looked at him closely and saw he was wearing milk-colored shadda trousers covered in dirt, along with a red T-shirt with a torn neck. Saliva was dripping from his mouth; in fact, he is the real definition of an imbecile. He was looking at her, smiling with his mouth twisted to one side.

Nazeera smiled back at him and said, "Go back home. I'm in a hurry; I'm going to school and I'm late."

He shrugged his shoulders to say no. Before Nazeera could speak, Ummi said, "As for me, I'm leaving. You can stay here and play foolishly with this madman. If Abba had taken my advice, he would have married you off to him since you can't find a suitor. That's how it's going to end—no good boyfriend, just struggles."

Even though her words slightly hurt Nazeera's feelings, it didn't stop her from smiling. In her usual gentle manner, she said, "Please, Ummi, go ahead. You don't have to wait for me."

Angrily, Ummi—who was wearing a government secondary school uniform—said, "Even if you didn't say so, I would be leaving. If not because Abba insisted we walk together, why would I walk with someone who brings bad luck like you? What if your bad luck rubs off on me?"

Nazeera just looked at her, smiled, and handed her the 200-naira note Abba had given them, saying, "Take this, go to Malam Idi and get change, and bring me a 100-naira note."

Ummi snatched it, turned around, and left. Then she came back, threw a 50-naira note at Nazeera, turned around, and walked away. Nazeera watched her go.

Turning her gaze back to him, she said, "Boy, be patient. When I come back, we will chat a lot. I swear, I have a test."

He turned his back on her as if he were angry. She came back in front of him and said, "Boy, please, I'll be back early, Insha Allah. Actually, there's someone I agreed to meet for a chat; when I return, I'll tell you all about it." As soon as she finished speaking, she turned to leave and saw he was following her again.

Turning to look at him, she said, "Boy, you don't listen now. I said when I come back, we will talk."

With great difficulty, he opened his mouth, which was dripping with disgusting saliva, and said, "Hu... hu... hu... hunger. I... I... I feel it."

She gave him the 50 naira from her hand and said, "Take this, go to Malam Idi's place and buy a biscuit. When I come back today, I will cook noodles for you."

He laughed in that imbecile way of his, scratching his black, very irritating head, and said, "Okay, see you when you come back."

She hurried to the roadside and hopped into a Keke Napep. As he watched her get in, he looked at the 50-naira note, scratched his head, smiled, and walked over to Malam Idi's shop while spitting filthy saliva.

When she reached the school, she found that people had already gone in and started the test, and the lecturer had locked the door. Her heart skipped a beat because she and that lecturer were always at odds; he was just looking for an excuse to fail her. Gathering her courage, she pushed the door open and entered with a pounding heart.

When Malam Ali heard the door open, he turned around. He felt a great wave of joy seeing it was her. Outwardly, he put on a frowning face, checked his wrist watch, and looked back at her. Before he could speak, she said, "I am very sorry, sir. I swear, an emergency held me back. Please forgive me, allow me to write it even if only five minutes are left."

He gave her a look and said, "Before the count of 3, you are out of this classroom." As she bowed, he barked another shout at her, saying, "I said get out!"

Trembling, she went out and sat down somewhere, consumed by frustration. She burst into tears, knowing that stopping to see "Boy" was what made her late. What was she going to do now? She couldn't afford to fail his course.

Like that, watching helplessly, people began to come out one by one until it was over. She didn't move from where she sat.

As he came out with the papers in his hand, without looking at her, he said, "Maman Nur."

(Coming soon, when I see comments, I will continue).

Part 5–6

Nazeera followed him with her gaze as she wiped her tears. Then Serah came out of the classroom, walked over to her with concern, and said, "Nazy, why are you late today? Look, you missed the test, and you know very well he has no mercy. I've been in school since 6:30 AM precisely because I didn't want to fall into his hands."

Nazeera burst into tears and said, "Serah, you won't understand. The thought of failing his course alone makes my heart race. I swear I don't want a carryover, especially in his course. You know very well that typing has more credit units than any other course in this department when it comes to marking, and if I fail, my GPA will drop. I really worked hard for this course; last night I didn't even sleep."

Serah said, "But what kept you so late? Though I know it couldn't be anyone else except that madman who made you la..."

Nazeera cut her off, stood up, and said, "Serah, he is not a madman. Please stop calling him a madman; it's a medical condition."

Serah shrugged and said, "I'm not in the mood to argue with you now. Go to Malam Ali's office and beg him; I know he will give you your test."

Nazeera looked at her, wiping her tears, and said, "You know what his character is like—he's a bad person. You know where we ended up last time; I swear I didn't even want us to be alone together again."

Serah said, "Go and see if he will relent and beg him. You know, just in case he forgives you. Don't let yourself carry over this course."

Nazeera said, "Come with me."

Serah said, "Okay, but I'll wait for you outside."

When they reached the front of Malam Ali's office, Nazeera tried everything she could to get her to go in together, but she refused.

Nazeera entered with a pounding heart. Upon entering, she saw him sitting down grading papers.

She crouched down on the floor a little distance from him and said, "Sir, for the sake of God, give me my test. Even if it's right here, I will write it, please."

He smiled, pushed his glasses up to the bridge of his nose, and stood up. He walked over to where she was, and she quickly stepped back, crawling backward.

He tapped her shoulder and said, "No, baby, I'm not a bogeyman. Why are you running away from me?" He lifted her up, looked into the pupils of her eyes, and said, "Baby, why are you stressing yourself? You know what I want. We can even do it right here, and I assure you that you will pass my course—in fact, nobody will fail you in this school, from this department to Education, GSE, I will stand up for you. Only if you give me yourself. You know I've had a crush on you for a long time; I've been chasing you since 100 level."

Nazeera burst into tears and started begging him, but he just pulled her into an embrace and stroked her back.

She quickly pulled her body away to speak, but he pulled her back and locked their lips in a deep kiss. Nazeera struggled to free herself, but she couldn't, crying heavily.

Seeing that he was starting to lift her shirt, she pushed him away with all her might, crying in a trembling voice, and ran out of the office.

As she rushed out, she didn't even look at Serah; she left the school immediately. Serah called out to her, but she didn't pay attention and hopped into a Keke Napep.

Ever since she got into the tricycle, she cried as if her life was ending. Nothing had ever happened to her that hurt her soul this deeply like today.

From a distance, she spotted "Boy" playing with some children while singing.

She hissed, filled with resentment toward him. As soon as he saw her, he started running toward her as if he might fall.

Part 7–8

When he reached her, he started trying to take her bag as usual. Without looking at him, she said, "Leave it, just go and play."

He stomped his foot to show he didn't agree.

She said, "Go and play, please."

He grabbed her hand and tucked it under his armpit.

She pulled it away. He moved to catch her again, but she let out a fierce, frightening shout.

She said, "I said I don't want to! From today, do not ever come near me again, or I swear I will seriously discipline you. This is how you always do, and look, you made me late and I missed my test!"

He looked at her in surprise, trying to speak, but words failed him.

She hissed and went inside the house.

When she entered, Umma looked at her in surprise, seeing that she had returned early today.

Mama looked at her and burst into laughter, saying, "Ah, no wonder I saw darkness—the one with bad luck has entered the house, and the light has gone out."

Lami said, "Hmm, as for me, I'm always watching to see if anyone will come and greet her, but it's just silence. Always saying 'the time will come'—who knows when that time will be?"

Mama burst into laughter and said, "Maybe after we are dead."

Maryam came out and said, "Is there anyone who matches your level of bad luck since you ended up in this house? Prostitution is one thing, good luck is another. Your children are always doing immoral things in the dark corners; don't think we don't know anything, we're just ignoring you."

Mama stood up and said, "Hey, I don't want disrespect. Don't you dare come here and talk to me like that!"

As Maryam was about to reply, Umma shouted at her. Nazeera had already gone into her room and sat down, supporting her chin in her hands.

Umma grabbed Maryam's hand and they went inside.

Umma looked at Nazeera and asked, "What happened to you? I see you looking so subdued."

She forced a smile and said, "Nothing."

Umma asked, "Did you have a problem at school?"

She said, "No."

Umma said, "May God make it well. Take this money, go to Malam Idi's shop, and get me some Maggi seasoning. If I send Maryam, she'll just stand there and start fighting with them."

She took the money, put on her hijab, and went out. As she stepped outside, she saw Boy sitting in front of their house, supporting his chin. When their eyes met, she quickly looked away, went and bought the Maggi. As she turned back, she saw him huddled all alone. He looked so pitiful that she went back to the shop, bought noodles on credit, and went inside.

Once inside, she set up the stove and started grinding the pepper mix.

Around 12:03 PM, she came out with a small food cooler and found him right where she had left him earlier.

Seeing her approaching, he stood up quickly, ran over, and hugged her tightly.

She stood still for a moment like someone deep in thought, because a very pleasant, sweet aroma had hit her nose.

With difficulty, she pulled her body away, looking into the pupils of his eyes while he looked into hers.

She smiled, caught the edge of her hijab, wiped the saliva from his mouth, and said, "Boy, I told you to stop drooling here, I don't like dirt." She finished speaking by cleaning his mouth.

With concern, he asked, "Wh... wh... what did I do to you earlier?"—spoken in that way where you have to strain your ears to catch what he's saying.

She sat down on the concrete slab, opened the cooler, and said, "Sit down."

He sat down, and she handed him the cooler, saying, "I'm sorry, Boy, please forgive me. My mind was upset, that's why."

He took a bite of the noodles and found it extremely spicy; the noodles weren't even properly cooked.

She smiled seeing him twitch and said, "Eat, Boy."

He forced a smile, took another bite, and felt like throwing up. He closed the cooler and said, "You must tell me what happened to you"—speaking in his imbecile manner.

She burst into tears and said, "Boy, I missed my test, and that bastard lecturer... he... he..." Tears overpowered her, deeply distressing him.

Without realizing it, he asked, "What did he do to you?"

She looked at him while crying and wiping her tears; his eyes had already changed color.

Furiously, he asked, "What did he do to you?"—raising his voice.

She looked at him and said, "Boy." He quickly reverted to his usual speech pattern and said, "Wh... wh... what did he do to you?"

She said, "He kissed me. Can you imagine that bastard kissed me?" She told him the whole story and said, "I know you might not understand since you didn't go to school, but I don't want to fail this course." She finished speaking and broke down into fresh tears.

He patted her, but didn't speak. She forced a smile and said, "Sorry, I'm bothering you with my problems. Let me give you some good news. Hmm, the boyfriend I met yesterday on the way to Islamiya said he is coming to visit me at 8:30 tonight. I am so happy today! Look, I'm also going to get married and rest from the taunts of our household members. Everybody says I have bad luck, and it's true, until now I haven't found anyone who truly loves me for God's sake. But it's not my fault, right Boy? All the guys I meet are bad boys, yet they keep saying I have bad luck. May God make this one serious." She looked at him, and seeing him keeping quiet, she said, "But Boy, you won't do what you did last time, right? In fact, pretend you don't know me. I know you'd want me to get married too, right?"

He nodded "no" to her. She stood up and said, "Alright, my boy, let me go and get ready for Islamiya." Without waiting for his answer, she slipped inside the house. As she entered, Mama burst into laughter and said, "Maybe she's going to marry a madman since sane people are running away from her!"

She didn't say a word and went inside.

Umma looked at her with a stern face and asked, "What is your business with that madman?"

She said, "Ah, Umma, he's not a madman!"

Umma said, "Whatever he is, stay away from his affairs! And bring out a husband because Abba is starting to pressure me, and you yourself know there is no other girl in this house of your age who isn't married. In fact, as soon as they finish JSS3, he marries off his daughters."

Nazeera said, "Oh, Umma, when you talk about age, people would think I'm forty! I'm barely twenty years old."

Umma said, "As for me, I don't care. I am tired of protecting you. It was only so you could study, but no problem, now you can move straight to a husband's house. If there is anyone you like, speak up."

She picked up her bag and said, "Umma, we're off." Already, Maryam had gone out, arguing with Mama.

Part 9–10

She was walking down the stairs with a graceful stride; one look at her tells you she has money. The beauty of the house alone was enough to bring peace to a person; money had been well spent.

She sat down and called Kande, her maid. Kande ran over and knelt down.

Hajiya Turai looked at her and said, "Later today I'll have guests coming from Kano. Please tell the cooks to prepare pounded yam with egusi soup, and also make a little white rice with stew."

Kande said, "Okay, Hajiya."

Salim came down from his wing and, upon reaching her, collapsed into her lap. She said, "Hey, one day you are going to break my back, I swear!"

He said, "Oh Mummy, I don't even have any weight."

She said, "Salim, have you spoken with Nazir?"

He said...

(Maman Nur / Hudah)

2. Summary

The story revolves around Nazeera, a young woman living in a hostile, polygamous household where she, alongside her mother (Rabi) and sister (Maryam), faces constant mockery, taunts, and accusations of having "bad luck" (bakin jini) because she is unmarried while her peers are not.

Every day on her way to school, Nazeera is followed by a local man with mental disabilities whom she calls "Boy," whom she treats with kindness despite the ridicule of others, including her step-sister Ummi. One day, because she stops to check on Boy, Nazeera arrives late for a critical typing test and is locked out by her predatory lecturer, Malam Ali. Desperate to pass and avoid a carryover, she visits Malam Ali's office to beg, but he attempts to sexually assault and coerce her. She fights him off and flees in tears.

Meanwhile, back at home, toxic household politics and physical clashes erupt between Maryam, Ummi, and Mama (the co-wife), leading Abba to issue a harsh ultimatum: Nazeera has two weeks to produce a marriage suitor, or she will be forced into an unwanted marriage—even threatening to marry her off to the local disabled man she talks to. The story highlights themes of domestic hostility, academic exploitation, resilience, and the struggles of vulnerable women in strained family environments.

3. Description and Analytics Table (Table 5)

Deep-Dive Character Analysis & Psychological Profiles

Nazeera

• Psychological Archetype: The Stoic Empath
• Internal Conflict: Nazeera is caught in a classic double bind. She desperately needs higher education to secure financial independence and escape her oppressive household, yet the very academic system meant to liberate her is weaponized against her by predators like Malam Ali. Her outward gentleness and willingness to feed "Boy" mask deep emotional exhaustion; she pours her capacity for unconditional love into an outcast because her own family treats her with conditional contempt.

"Boy" (The Impaired Companion)

• Psychological Archetype: The Mirror of Pure Instinct
• Symbolism: Though dismissed as an imbecile by the neighborhood, Boy acts as the only entity in Nazeera's life who offers uncritical, emotionally transparent attachment. His shifts in demeanor (such as his protective anger when he learns she was harassed by the lecturer) suggest an emotional intelligence that transcends his cognitive limitations, serving as a stark contrast to the calculated cruelty of "sane" characters like Malam Ali and Abba.

The Patriarchal Hierarchy (Abba, Mama, & Lami)

• Psychological Archetype: Enforcers of Institutionalized Scapegoating
• Dynamics: Abba’s household operates as an economic and social micro-economy where daughters are viewed as commodities. Mama and Lami's bitter co-wife history fuels a generational cycle of abuse; they project their past grievances onto Rabi’s children. By framing Nazeera's lack of immediate marriage as a moral or supernatural failure ("bakin jini"), the household justifies withholding emotional support and accelerates her vulnerability to external predators.

Comprehensive Narrative Arc Summary

The storyline expertly weaves social realism with psychological melodrama, focusing on the intersection of modern university life and traditional patriarchal constraints in Northern Nigerian society.

1. The Daily Routine and Marginalization: Nazeera’s mornings begin under a cloud of verbal abuse from her step-family. Her interaction with Boy highlights her inherent empathy, distinguishing her from her peers who view marginalized individuals with disgust.
2. The Catalytic Crisis: Compassion collides with consequence when her delay leads to a locked classroom door. Malam Ali’s predatory exploitation of her academic anxiety represents a harrowing systemic issue—where figures of academic authority abuse power over vulnerable female students.
3. The Domestic Boiling Point: Back at home, the tension between Maryam’s fierce protectiveness and Ummi’s entitlement explodes into physical violence. This chaos forces Abba to intervene not as a father, but as a rigid autocrat, issuing a 14-day ultimatum that strips Nazeera of bodily autonomy and pushes her further into a corner.
4. The Looming Threat: As external forces align—with secret curses plotted by the co-wives and impending visits from unknown suitors—Nazeera’s world shrinks, leaving her balancing between the safety of her quiet endurance and the looming reality of a forced or ruined future.

Advanced Analytical Metrics & Systemic Tracking (Table 5 Extended)