Kalbim Book 2 Complete Hausa Novel
Ammar was waiting impatiently for the medical professionals to come see them for work. His lack of patience made him start tracking down the city doctors himself, knowing their great depth of knowledge. This was due to the terrible fate that befell them after AZIZ LIMBA entered their lives. No single company could afford to hire people with their level of expertise. So now, since they wanted to return to some work, the pressure was on to follow the doctors to sell themselves. He saw and knew that with their qualifications, they would be hired for high-level positions anywhere. Finding people with their knowledge and experience was not easy; such a thing was almost impossible. That's why he knew they needed to act fast to enjoy having them employed.
On their first visit to see a doctor, the doctor looked directly at them before lowering his eyes to their feet, which were standing like puppies that had been pulled out before they were fully grown. Then he said,
“Look, if I go, my feet are my vehicle. I travel with them over very long distances. You know, machines without brakes are like that. Can you manage?”
Ammar looked at him before swallowing his dry saliva, thinking the doctor was bringing up money, as that's how these people usually are about money. Hearing about traveling on foot like ants in the sun made him swallow his saliva again before he spoke directly,with bravery and a forced spirit:
“Yes, I can, if it's for job hunting. Even if we have to go around Abuja, I can. But will you buy us good food and water? I mean, if we go?”
Uncle Ishiya, who was sitting next to the doctor, listening with his small, squinted eyes like a Japanese person, looked at Ammar before fixing his eyes on his neck, which was long and thin like a lizard's tail. He said:
“Before we even talk about food, do you even have the money for the trip itself, Ammaru?”
He made a face, shaking his head with a voice full of the annoyance that made the village people call him 'Ammaru' like some fool. He said:
“God, these fools are killing me slowly.”
Uncle Ishiya, who had heard but didn't want to repeat himself, was adjusting the shapeless cap on his head, which he had placed aside, saying:
“If I give you money, go find those Garba people in the bush where they burn charcoal. Go in there and make a loud noise or gather some, and you'll get your vehicle money.”
The doctor interrupted, saying:
“I will go tomorrow, regardless. Waiting until they make the noise means it will take two days for the charcoal to be gathered and sold before the trip can happen. So, he should wait for another opportunity if I ever come back.”
Ammar moved closer, trying to calm himself down. He said:
“Doctor, if you go with us now on this trip, I will show them the extent of the knowledge I have. They will hire you immediately! And given the rank we hold and our qualifications,we are hired everywhere. You will see how money will start flowing in as if it's nothing big. So, please, consider the trip. What do you say, Uncle Ishiya?”
Uncle Ishiya adjusted his sitting position, giving Ammar his attention. He said:
“Money will start coming, that's not the issue. The light of your knowledge is what will bring the money.”
A small, unwarranted confidence began to give Ammar the courage to confuse them with an explanation that would make them sponsor their job hunt, even though they themselves had no real knowledge to offer. It was as if melted fat had covered their heads and frozen. But since they had a little money that could help with the trip, he had to pressure them, as they were misers. So, like an old, poor school teacher, he pulled up a stone, sat in front of them, and began:
“We acquired our knowledge after spending the wealth that could have built this entire village and its surroundings. Don't think it's the kind of building you're used to. In fact, we spent money that could buy a thousand herds of cattle just to seek knowledge...”
Uncle Ishiya interrupted:
“What is a 'herd of cattle'?”
Frustrated that the doctor was missing the point, and as if Ammar was trying to deceive them with this lie, he answered Uncle Ishiya's question:
“He means a herd of cattle, a large group.”
Uncle Ishiya widened his eyes, standing up straight. He looked at Ammar with bulging eyes and said:
“A thousand herds of cattle, you say, Ammaru?”
“Yes, and within our wealth, a thousand herds of cattle is nothing....”
The doctor interrupted:
“He told you it's a 'herd' of cattle, not a 'union' of cattle, right?”
"Whatever it is, Doctor, we have wealth whose limits and quantity only God knows. Even we don't know its full extent.
So now, the main point is that if we get jobs, we will gather harma (wealth) exceeding its abundance. And regarding this your... in all the good that will be gained, we will repay you handsomely..."
Both the uncle and the doctor looked at each other. The uncle, completely confused by the statement, said:
“Repay us??”
“Yes, Uncle, and you will borrow great prosperity if we get this job.”
The doctor sighed in frustration again:
“Now, Ishiya, with a dying heart and worse cunning than Jibo's, how can you entertain this talk? Just to seek knowledge, wealth that could amount to a thousand herds of cattle was spent. A thousand! A thousand herds of cattle,Ishiya!”
Uncle Ishiya fell silent, pondering the doctor's words. But he knew the Zaadens had inherited some kind of great wealth, a vast amount that even the doctor, who was speaking, had never seen the likes of.
Uncle quickly made a gesture, even without a slipper on his foot, went inside, and called Uncle Jibo, saying:
“Jibo, come, let's go. You know about the intricacies of worldly affairs. Ammaru has given an explanation; tell us how we should do it. Because look, I won't handle this new wealth without getting my share, bit by bit.”
They came out before they even reached the edge of the mat spread outside. Jibo removed his slipper, came closer, looking at the edge of Ammar's mouth, trying to place the doctor on his story, which seemed like he wasn't even part of it.
They sat down. Jibo was listening to how Ammar was describing the wealth they had, whose quantity had started to amaze Jibo's thoughts. Jibo looked at Ishiya and said:
“If you want my advice, I'm in, bit by bit. Ammaru,I will lend you the money for the vehicle. If we get the job, we'll share the salary.”
They all looked at each other in amazement, surprise, and annoyance at how quickly he had agreed.
Ammar, with all their frustrations, could only restrain himself. He started acting pompous, giving them explanations so they would lend him the money for the trip until they got a job without getting tired. In a fit, he looked directly at Uncle Jibo just as Maheer brought Yakuma to hear what the uncle had said. Ammar looked at Maheer in frustration. Uncle Jibo said:
“Is he mad or just stupid?”
Maheer sighed, unable to say anything. The doctor cut through the argument between Uncle Ishiya and Uncle Jibo by looking at Maheer and saying:
“Maheer, you are the only one I can reason with among them. You are like a rich man who knows himself, unlike this worn-out mat of a person. Tell me the truth about their job search.Is this wealth he's talking about real, like from the historical times of Egypt?”
Maheer looked at Ammar quickly, signaling him to help him finish convincing them about the story. Until the matter of the truth was settled, until they died for the love of the worldly thing he was describing, they would release the little money they had, pool it together for the job hunt. Even if the job offer was a sham, they would pool their money to buy it, grab the opportunity, and continue living there in the village, struggling with village life. Soon, they would rise from their state and return like those rescued from a pit. Even now, if he looked at Maheer's neck, which was bent like a fan's, and Dad, whose whole body was always covered like someone selling perfume, and Jannah and Ummah, who had become as soft as overnight noodles, and he himself, who was not spoken to because he had returned to being 'Ammaru,' as they called him, his life was bitter. When he looked at them, the only thing was to find a job, no matter how small the salary, to belittle themselves.
Maheer took a breath and sat next to Ammar, looking at how they had all fixed their eyes, mouths, noses, and everything on him, waiting for what he would say. He adjusted his voice and also began to give an explanation similar to the one Ammar had splashed on them,full of harma and thunder. But Maheer was better than Ammar at arranging words, so they became confused and tangled up in themselves, seeking to be freed and praised.
Ammar also widened his eyes, looking at his uncles, waiting to hear their response to him as if they were ants, even bringing out mathematical formulas of praise. Uncle Jibo,with his experience in business, began to speak. The doctor interrupted him, saying:
“I will take responsibility for finding the job with my wealth.”
Quickly, Uncle Ishiya said:
“Well, let's pool our money together and go job hunting. If it works out, everyone has a share in it. That's all.”
Uncle Jibo quickly wiped his sweat, saying:
“Yes, I also agree with that. Well, everyone should contribute to the job hunt and the money. I will contribute two hands worth.”
Happiness overwhelmed Ammar and Maheer, and they relaxed their faces. Ammar said:
“Thank God they bought the story.”
An argument was about to break out because Dad came out, and a new discussion started again until they agreed that everyone would contribute one hand's share of the capital they were talking about. So the conversation ended.
The next morning, early, the doctor, Maheer, and Ammar set out on the trip with hope.
Dad, however, had to go to work that day because he was tired of seeing Jannah and Ummah working. He stopped them from everything, telling them to go back to being idle, which gave him more peace and patience.
Their first trip was straight to Lokoja, where they began the struggle to find a job after staying in a rented house with many rooms, for which they paid one month's rent.
Ammar and Maheer entered a new world of tension and fear, seeing a new kind of life they weren't used to.
If Ammar wanted to use the house's bathroom, Maheer had to escort him and stand guard for him, and vice versa, for fear of the other people in the house. Everyone in the house looked like armed thugs; there was no pleasantness on their faces, and fights broke out constantly, with weapons being drawn that nearly scared them to death.
The doctor himself could only endure, suppressing his fear to show Ammar a red neck (courage), so that they wouldn't be bullied if they got a job.
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Book 2 Chapter 3
The day they started going out to look for work, they wandered until very late in the evening and returned with the fatigue of bread and bean cakes (kosai) and pure water. For Ammar, it was like Zamzam water.
They spent the night like that. The next morning, they went out again. The doctor took them around before going for his own other engagements, leaving them to continue the search under the torture of the sun and insufficient food; they only poured water into themselves.
That day, they also finished wandering and returned home tired. They found bean cakes and boiled potatoes, ate them, and went to sleep, exhausted and suffering.
On the third day, they went to a construction company where a man the doctor knew had recommended them. They arrived full of hope that they would get what they wanted.
They began waiting, sitting outside the office, realizing that a long time had passed without anyone attending to them.
Maheer raised his head, looking around, reading the atmosphere of the place.
The orderliness and environment of the place, and the people there, made Maheer and Ammar sigh countless times. Without life and the changes of fate, they didn't know there were small companies like this, where a person would think of getting a salary that could support him and another.
An English-speaking director of the place passed by, which made Maheer and Ammar look at each other, their bodies going cold. Even the security guards working for the company or guarding their houses had better education and polished English than this. But this was the director they would work under.
Ammar was the one who spoke, full of worry and frustration:
“And they have degrees and Masters, and they will go there?”
Maheer sighed again, saying:
“Whether they ever set foot in a classroom is their problem. We just need to get a job, get paid, and return to the field to start rebuilding the Zaadens.”
The doctor was standing aside, not allowing himself to get involved until the job was given.
After the afternoon prayer, they were told to enter, after the owner of the house had returned from prayer.
They gestured and entered, calming down a bit.
He gestured for them to sit on the chair. He responded to their greetings and salutations, thinking he recognized their faces.
Seeing the way he was looking at them made them bow their heads together, filled with worry, because they knew probably he knew them, even from newspapers and news. There wasn't a day when the news didn't talk about their string of successes and wealth. In fact, almost everyone knew them, knew the story of the fate that had befallen them. Some pitied them, some cursed them, and some prayed for God to increase their suffering and hardship. So now, among people, they had no face that anyone looked at them with.
He took a breath, gently pointing to where they should sit, while receiving the folders from their hands. He said:
“You've been waiting long? There are many applications, and also jobs.”
Then Maheer said:
“No problem, we know the situation with jobs.”
He opened the documents and looked at them slowly. He stopped on their names,staring for a minute before looking up at them again, then looking back at the documents.
What he saw inside regarding the level of education, breadth of study, and experience they had made him feel that even hiring all of them at his place would be no problem. He was seeing that they would surpass him, exceed him. So he sighed, closed the documents, and looked at them with all his calmness, saying:
“Well, truly, right now, there aren't any job openings anywhere. We have already filled our slots.Even if an opportunity arises, it won't be soon. So, I'm sorry you had a long trip for nothing.”
A warm sigh escaped slowly. Ammar's eyes were turning red with unhappiness, worry, and a kind of coldness in his body.
Maheer, also with great strength of character and endurance, swallowing his worry, opened his mouth and said:
“No problem, thank you so much.”
They gestured and headed for the door. He followed them with a pitying look before speaking:
“Please come back. I will tell you if there's an opportunity if you come.”
They stopped together, turning around, and then sat down again, waiting for his next words.
He sighed again, facing them directly:
“There are security positions for the gate, and domestic staff needed for a company. It's for the house of a foreign Alhaji who isn't in the country. They are looking for security and domestic staff with very deep knowledge,because of the nature of his family and their understanding of English. So,in short, people with qualifications like yours are needed. If you can. The slots are there,but you must be interviewed. So if you can, he can interview you. I can introduce you to the company that is looking.”
Maheer and Ammar stared at him, their eyes wide with a kind of unhappiness and anger filling their ribs, hearts, and his words. What, security guards? And they still needed to be interviewed at some stranger's house, to work as guards for his house before he returns?
Seeing how their eyes were wide, Ammar's even with hot tears of anger and heartache filling them, he opened his mouth, understanding them, and said:
“Don't worry, the job is not difficult or too much. You will enjoy it,I assure you. According to the description of the house, it's a newly completed mansion, just last month. In fact, he is not in the country at all. His wife,whom he is about to marry, is a foreigner. That's why we need deeply educated people like you. In fact,within the mansion, there is a section for domestic staff where you will live in comfort and abundance, with real enjoyment. And if you have wives or sisters who also have education like yours,they can also fill the slots. So you can all live together in the mansion, in your section for domestic staff, and have peace. Finally,the benefit I will give you, the salary, is extremely substantial and very large. You won't find any company job with a better salary than this.”
Ammar, unable to say anything, felt tears welling up in his eyes and falling, feeling a heavy weight on his chest.
He put his hands together, wiping the tears that were falling, feeling the words cutting his heart again. How could they stop this talk? The idea that if they had sisters or wives, they should come and work as domestic staff with them…
How could he look at Jannah as a maid, working as a domestic under another woman? How could they allow Ummah to work as a domestic under someone else,given her health condition and the needs they were striving to meet, to revive her, find her treatment, and gather everything they needed?
Maheer also widened his eyes, which were already wide, looked at the man, and opened his mouth slowly, saying:
“Thank you. We are not in need of that. We will continue looking for jobs elsewhere.”
He also gestured and left, suppressing the pain his heart was feeling.
The doctor saw them, and his mind raced; his body turned cold. Before he turned to follow them, the secretary of the office came out and called him.
The doctor entered the office and fell to the floor, greeting them with respect.
He responded before the doctor started explaining the 'why' and the large amount of money they would get from the job. Then he took out his card and gave it to the doctor, saying:
“Here is my phone number. If they change their minds and decide to do it, come find me.”
The doctor took it quickly, conflicted between the thought of money and the good that could be gained from the job if they did it.
He brought out ten thousand naira and gave it to the doctor, saying:
“Take this for transport. I will hear from you. If they delay, they might miss the opportunity. Because a job like this, and all that comes with it, will be quickly taken.”
Thanking him, the doctor left, his body trembling, thinking that if other deeply educated people, whom he heard were needed, were found, nothing would stop him from gathering Garba and Ishiya to come and take the job. But as for them, Ammar and the others, he wouldn't leave them until they accepted this job, even if it was secret.
As he was leaving, Maheer and the others had already left the company, their hearts filled with bitterness and painful anguish.
Eventually, the three of them met up. They were overloaded and passed their lodging, each with a heavy heart, especially the doctor, who was under pressure to go back and explain to Ishiya about this opportunity and their refusal. Maheer was trying to convince them, given their lack of belief. But honestly,he would finish dealing with them and their stubbornness until he made sure they all accepted the job, including Jannah, who also had the education needed. It was better than sitting idle.
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