Amina's pride

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Amina's pride

Synopsis!!

Dafa was a little town to the West. Amina Tukur had lived all her live there.

Nostalgia washed over her as she walked across the field of wild grasses, leading to her home. When she was a kid, her mother would grab her by the waist and together, they would both run through the tall grasses.

But those memories were only in the past, Amina Tukur, her mother, had passed away when she had been only six. She was left alone in this cruel world, and her father’s ambition and greed were making things worse for her.

“What took you so long?”, Mallam Tukur a thin and scrawny looking man barked at his daughter.

He wore dirty brown socks and worn out clothes which were threadbare from frequent use. He had won the same boots for many years now.

Tukur was a small scale farmer, who grew wheat and barley but wasn’t satisfied. He desired to own a ranch soon. He had always dreamt of breaking free from poverty; and he knew the key that would open the door to his breakthrough.

Amina had gone to the local market to sell some of the farm produce; not many people had patronized her goods, but she was able to sell much wheat. She gently dropped the basket which contained the remaining goods on the rocky floor, next to where her father was standing.