18/11/2025
When Habiba turned twenty, a young farmer named Musa came to ask for her hand in marriage. He was hardworking, respectful, and well-loved in the village.
Both families agreed to the marriage, and preparations started. Her sister was sewing her wedding dress
The men bought kola nuts. Happiness filled the village.
But one evening, just two weeks before the wedding, news spread like wildfire—
Musa had fallen ill suddenly and died before sunrise.
People were shocked. Habiba cried for days. Everyone said it was just fate… just a sad accident. But the whispers had started
A year passed. Habiba healed a little. Then a trader named Sule returned from the city. He saw Habiba and fell in love. He told everyone he wanted to marry her.
At first, the village women were worried. But Sule was confident.
“I am not afraid,” he said. “What happened before was a coincidence.”
Preparations started again. The date was fixed. Habiba’s family bought new clothes; the market women sang for her.
But one night, as Sule was returning from the neighbouring village, he was attacked by thieves and did not survive.
This time, people didn’t keep quiet.
Some said, “Maybe marriage is not in Habiba’s destiny.”
Others whispered, “Any man who comes close to her ends up dead.”
Habiba felt the weight of their words. She cried silently at night, wondering why her life was different.
Years passed. Habiba became calmer, quieter. She focused on helping her mother at home and visiting neighbours. Slowly, the village moved on.
Then, a gentle schoolteacher named Danjuma was transferred to the village. He was kind and patient. He always greeted Habiba with respect and admired her strength despite all she had lost.
One day, he visited her family’s compound with the elders and said:
“I know her story. I know the past. But I want to marry Habiba.”
The whole village protested.
“Have you not heard?”
“Do you want to die?”
“Two men have tried!”
But Danjuma replied:
“My life is in God’s hands. What will happen will happen.”
Habiba cried when she heard this. She did not want anyone to suffer because of her. But Danjuma stood by his decision.
The elders finally agreed. Preparations began for the third time.
Then something strange happened—
Danjuma survived three different accidents.
First, a tree branch fell on him during a storm. It missed him by inches.
Second, a motorcycle knocked him down on the road. He got up with only scratches.
Third, a bus he was traveling in had a brake failure, but everyone survived.
People were shocked.
“Maybe he is the one,” the old woman said.
“Maybe he is strong enough for her destiny.”
And so, after many prayers and weeks of waiting,
Habiba finally got married.
For the first time in years, she felt peaceful.
The whole village danced.
People said it was a miracle that the husband survived.
Habiba and Danjuma lived happily. They laughed, prayed together, and shared everything. She always thanked him for not giving up on her.
Months later, Habiba became pregnant.
The news spread through the village like fresh wind.
Everybody celebrated because they believed her story had finally changed.
Danjuma took care of her with love.
Habiba looked happier than ever.
But life is not always predictable.
On a rainy night, Habiba went into labour.
The midwives worked for hours.
The whole village waited outside, praying.
Then the cries stopped.
The midwife came out slowly, her wrapper soaked with sweat and rain.
Her voice shook as she spoke.
“The baby… lived. But Habiba… did not make it.”
A silence fell over the crowd.
Women covered their faces.
Men looked at the ground.
Danjuma collapsed, crying like a child.
People began to whisper again.
Some said softly, “Maybe she truly wasn’t destined to stay long in marriage.”
Others said, “Her story was written before she was born.”
But no one spoke badly of her.
Because they knew… Habiba was a gentle soul who carried a heavy fate with quiet strength.
Danjuma raised their child with love, telling them stories about their mother. Stories of a woman who faced pain but never allowed bitterness into her heart.
“A destiny may be hard, but a good heart remains good.”
