When Alhaji Saidu come for me, I knew my life was going to take a twist. Mama prodded me. ‘He’s now your husband, Halima, do what he says.’
I was 10 at that time. Alhaji Saidu was a wolf in sheep clothing. Night after night, my privates hurt from his ramming. He made me hate my body. I cursed myself for being a girl. I did what had to be done.
‘Your case is an intense one. You murdered your husband in cold blood,’ said the lawyer, Mr Innocent.
‘A new warden is preferable to that devil,’ I said, smiling.