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Everything subsided, leaving behind the real nocturnal silence that ensheathed the locality of Yendi landscape. But sometimes, the silence was disturbed by the deep night owls, winking their glowing eyeballs and wagging their ways of flight in the woods. Mustapha’s mother took Hadiza to his room and after some whispers, his mother came out, leaving behind Hadiza, door closed, curtain unrolled, and lit lantern unlit. Not quite long, there was a loud report of wail made by Hadiza. The community elders rushed to the direction; realizing that it was Hadiza’s virgin stubbornness, they went back to their compounds. For they all understood what all was about. The wailing came again and again and finally fading and fading gradually. This was the common behaviour of every virgin girl when she found herself in this strange situation. Children who might have heard this were warned to remain questionless or were beaten when they dared to talk about it in public.
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Wahab ibn Hassan
I am a beginning poet, writing poetry with patience.
I am a Ghanaian from a typical rural settlement called Cheo in the Yendi District of the Northern Region of Ghana.
I love writing and making friends who have synonymous thoughts with mine, so that we can join forces for fun and freedom.
I live with my wife Asana, my daughter Qatari, and my cat Peace, in Tamale, in the Northern Region of Ghana.
ibnhassanlink@yahoo.com
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