Memory

By Hafsat Jaafar 

2024 was an amazing and memorable year that changed my life. Having my parents and siblings alive is one of the most joyous gifts of life, for they give me a positive vibe. My mother and siblings support me through every phase of life in whatever path (good) I walk. 

I got a job with a popular private primary school around September 2023, and it was one of the most challenging working environments. I was new to teaching kids, new working environments, colleagues, and different standards/sets of rules. My mother and siblings supported me with the ‘you-can-make-it’ idea when I thought about quitting for certain reasons and incidents. 

I finally persevered through every hardship, believing that challenges are part of growth and experience. This experience made me realise that not all that glitters is gold, and not everyone you meet at your workplace who smiles and laughs with you is a true friend, though I made many friends who are like family.

For all the years I have been a teacher, teaching kids has been one of my best experiences and has changed many thingsin my life. Kids tend to give you joy and hope. Seeing them happy brings a sense of satisfaction to your soul, for they have no worries and don’t even know what life is about. They only care to be given whatever they wish or request, no matter the circumstances. ‘NO’ is not an answer to them.

Technological Kids, as I call them, are always curious; they ask many questions and expect you to know all the answers and everything in the world. Being an adult, they tend to see you as their role model, parent, doctor and saviour. They are the coolest, most annoying, innocent beings you would ever meet. 

One of the most memorable moments of my life was getting an offer for a teaching job. I wasn’t expecting it to come soon, but God was so kind that my prayers were answered. When a call came in about the job, I thought it was a scam,so I ignored it. My father was called and informed, and that was when it dawned on me that the call was for real.

My relationship of three years–we have already been friends for about six years–crashed and collapsed like the national grid in Nigeria. It died a natural death. Turning a blind eye to things in a relationship matters a lot, but when it’s been toxic with many red flags, letting go of whatever and whoever you are dating matters the most for your safety and mental health. It takes a lot of courage to do that, though. It was one of the most challenging decisions I ever made in 2024.

December, the last month of the year, comes with festivities, especially weddings. We were invited to many weddings. The one that stood out was that of a family friend, who is Kanuri: paternal side Yusufari, Yobe state, Nigeria and maternal Niamey, Niger Republic. 

The coming together of two countries with diversified cultures and traditions gave a unique picture of how the two ethnic groups, though from the same country, celebrate weddings as one of the most important events in a person’s life.

Events are celebrated with lots of food, especially snacks,fura (a different kind with chunks of cheese), grilled meat garnished with lots of vegetables, and bread (French bread). Guests are considered among the most important people and are treated with the utmost respect, especially elderly people. Their attire, Laffaya (a wrap around the entire body with a colourful fabric), is one of the most unique and modest modes of dressing for which the Kanuris are known.

Incense will be burned throughout any event, indoor or outdoor; it’s like a necessity in every part of their lives, creating an aromatic environment that changes their mood from being gloomy to a vibrant person. 

Three different languages are the means of communication between the two tribes (Kanuri, French, and Zarma), though some understand English, while a few speak the Hausa language. The wedding is one of the most elegant, colourful and the most expensive of the year 2024 that I have attended.

This year, I learned three lessons: to leave people where they are, accept situations for what they are, and realise that not every action needs a reaction. 

Come 2025. In sha Allah, I look forward to success, blessings, a calm heart, a peaceful soul, and lots of love.

Hafsat Ja’afar wrote from Kano via jaafarhafsat@gmail.com.

By Ismaila Academician

One could succumb to knowing why Europeans and Americans are so obsessed with photo-keeping culture. Every fragment of their life, whether small or insignificant, is captured in a photo collection that will be made available on display or neatly hidden in a safe for future use.

Although that is not part of my culture, I can reason that they keep a photo collection, contrary to what we think. The Europeans do that to keep memory down history lanes – pedigree, simply because, at times, that is one heck of a thing one can grow up to know about their family. For example, parents die leaving behind their children at much younger ages; the lost ones, the adopted ones, and those who find themselves in the orphanage may get to know and connect with their past from photos made available to them.

That’s their pop culture right before the present day when digital tools made photos even easy to capture and share with FAF, even on the go. But, unlike photo cards, digital images travel far away and faster than we can ever imagine. It also keeps memories longer than photo cards, free from any physical damage, such as loss, overuse, fire and water consumption, etc.

Despite the importance of keeping photos, I feel that we overdo it. Nowadays, we take unnecessary images that we could not even keep, and recently, it’s becoming like an addiction. We just found ourselves taking photos that are not only insignificant but smartly improper that sometimes pose threats to our peace of mind.

On many occasions, photos land us in big troubles: many people lost their jobs, some were convicted and tried; it broke marriages, shattered dreams, and made rich people poor. However, sometimes the photos we take belie our sense of humanity. For example, sharing pictures of victims of a ghastly accident is more horrible than sharing nudes.

Although photos motivate and make things extremely simple, sometimes they appear to be fallacious and discouraging, and when that happens, it does more harm than the purpose it was captured for. Thus I advocate for photos for a good cause.

Ismaila Academician wrote from Kano via ismailaacademician@gmail.com.