Kano’s Murder and Many Lessons for Today’s Mothers
By Haruna Abdullahi Haruspice
A beautiful promising young lady was gruesomely murdered by a Chinese national in kano- in what is obviously a love turn sour story. The lady painted in beauty never imagined her life would end so cruel like it did today. Her man who is no doubt a hand tool of the devil perforated her pretty body with a pocket knife. He butchered her and soiled the floor with her blood. She bled of blood and got choked of no air before she got to the hospital. By evening, her body was lowered six feet down where the earth covered her in eternity. People lived for love but Ummita died from a complicated love pang.
Her mother should be blamed for the painful end of her daughter, she lowered the bar and collapsed the fence of motherhood. She set her daughter for her early death. She was a mother consumed by the exigencies of time. She didn’t protect her daughter the way her own mother protected her. She failed her daughter.
The woman was not unaware when the storyline between the Chinese man and her daughter reigned, she was in the picture and gave her nod. The reason the man could find refuge in her house for years, she joined to enjoy the largesse that came from the man. The night Ummita died, the mother was around. Contrary to the new story of break in, the Chinese man walked unhindered to the house, after all, the house has always been his refuge. Have it that indeed there was no knocking, she raised alarm after the murder had taken place. The man had always been a welcomed guest to the house, the story of pushing his way into the house is an afterthought. The mother hurried her daughter’s end. She cooked up that story to appear helpless, the woman had been fleecing the Chinese man for long.
There is a limit to how stupid love could hold a man captive, the man couldn’t take it anymore, so he took the foolish and cowardly path by snuffing life out of the poor vulnerable girl. She was a lamentable victim of societal burden, she needed to live to the dictates of what the society wanted, so she abandoned her real self by going all hogs to be like the girl next door- forgetting that not everyone is greeted with same luck. While others escape with theirs, she got dimmed by her hubris. Today, she lay buried beneath the earth.
Love is not a soccer game, it is an instinct contract, while it lingers, all senses are lost in it. While she saw the Chinese man as a conduit balm, he saw the world in her, he went all hogs to make her his world, he planned his world around her. He was planning for blissful existence with her, even while she got hitched to another man, he still hoped for her. They maintained same line of communication, he could call her and even do video calls with her because polyphonic phones have bridged the gulf of privacy. She was married to her man but still in romantic link with the Chinese man. Her marriage ended and the Chinese man heaved in triumph for the love of his dream is back to him. And that was when the story changed, she no longer saw him worthy of attention, perhaps there are more finer or richer guys that appealed to her consciousness. For the second time, the Chinese man felt threatened and he was not ready to lose his investments again. That was when he struck and Ummita fell to his cruelty and today she is no more.
Dear mothers, not all that glitter is gold, when your daughter begins to live beyond your family means, query her – she may not be using her head , her innocence is being exploited. Speak sense to her, tell her, men don’t act nice to women for free, it comes with a price. Men invest in women with the undeniable expectation to reap. Mothers, hold tight to your daughters, men are out there to ruin them, like sister Ummita who got consumed by the treacherous pang of men.
Haruna Abdullahi Haruspice writes from Abuja
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