From the moment you look at the school building, you can tell it's a school for the children of the elite. The organization and structure are so impeccable that it feels like you're not even in this country. The owner of this school is undoubtedly a wealthy person.
S.D. Giwa Midwifery and Nursing School in Kano, every student quickly leaves the hostel because by 7:30 everyone must be in class. I entered the hostel and was amazed by the opulence. From the reception, it was clear that a lot of money had been spent. There were luxurious gabion chairs arranged outside, and beautiful trees swaying in the cool breeze. Inside the reception, some staff were busy working on computers, and a web camera was actively recording. A large TV displayed the activities and movements of the students. The building had about five floors, all hostels labeled A, B, C, and D. Those in hostel D were almost done with their studies. The male and female hostels were separate. I went to the first floor and entered room three, where I saw a girl lying under a thick blanket, completely covered. Another girl, who couldn't be more than nineteen, wearing a white hijab and a blue skirt, stood by the bed and started waking the one lying down.
"Fanna, Fanna, it's 7:30! You know we have a lecture, and we need to be in class early, but you found a spot and went back to sleep."
The girl quickly got up, dressed in thick warm clothes. Her hair was long and black, her skin fair, and she had a small, attractive mouth with slightly protruding lips. Her eyes were large and bright, with thick black eyebrows almost meeting in the middle. Her nose was perfectly shaped, complementing her long face. She couldn't be more than eighteen years old. Anyone who saw her would find it hard to look away because she had the classic beauty of a pure Baggara girl. Holding her chest, she said in her imperfect Hausa,
"Oh no, Sir Yusif Birnin Kudu will be angry. You know he has a bad temper, even worse than his friend."
"Fanna, hurry up and take a bath so we can leave. I don't want any trouble."
"You know, if I start rushing, you can go ahead. After all, you people from Garun are always jealous. Remember when I mentioned Dr. Giwa, you started fuming. And what about Abba's brother?"
"You cheeky girl, speaking to me like that. You're lucky Ammy and Abbie left you in my care, or I would have left you behind."
She pulled a chair and sat down, taking out her iPhone 14 and started using it. The girl wrapped in a towel quickly grabbed a hair dryer to dry her hair.
"Oh, now you want to dry your hair, Fanna? Do you want Dr. Giwa's eyes on us? You know he hates lateness and is strict with us and the teachers."
"Laila, do you want me to go with wet hair? Come on, Laila, be reasonable."
"Fanna, are you going out with that nose ring? You know it's not allowed."
"Oh, Laila Giwa, this nose ring has been on since I was born, and you want me to remove it? Let him do whatever he wants; he can't expel me. Can I ask you something?"
"Hurry up."
She quickly dressed in clothes similar to Laila's, but her bag was sky blue, and she wore stylish medical glasses that enhanced her face. She took her phone off the charger and said,
"Let's go, Laila Giwa." She put her phone in her bag and slung it over her shoulder. As they stepped out, a gray car sped by, kicking up dust that settled on Fanna's white clothes.
"Who the hell just covered me in dust?" she exclaimed, but stopped short when she saw who got out of the car. Her eyes widened in shock, and she almost wet herself, knowing he had heard her.
