Culture and Traditions

Story of the Stranger that turned-out Moral decadence Factor in our homes

We are condoned to keep strangers in our everyday life, as instructed by our religious bodies and humanity, but the opposite is more prevailing that is shunning because they can turn-over at any time and be of a moral decadense factor in our households. This writeup is about a stranger in most of our households, which is very interesting, educative and entertaining. It was culled from

“A few months before I was born, my dad met a stranger who was new to our abode Abagana, being a Muslim. From the beginning, Dad was fascinated with this enchanting newcomer, and soon invited him to live with our family. The stranger was quickly accepted and was around to welcome me into the world a few months later.

As I grew up I never questioned his place in our family. In my young mind, each member had a special niche. My step-brother, Lawali, three years older, was my example. Halima, my younger sister, gave me an opportunity to play “big-brother” and develop the art of teasing. My parents were complementary instructors- Inna taught me to love Allah, and Baba taught me how to obey him and his last messenger (S.A.W). But the stranger was our storyteller. He could weave the most fascinating tales. Adventures, mysteries and comedies were daily conversations. He could hold our whole family spell-bound for hours each evening. If I wanted to know about politics, history, or science, he knew it.

He knew about the past and seemed to understood the present. The pictures he could draw were so live like that I would often laugh or cry as I listened. He was like a friend to the whole family. He took Dad, Lawali and i to our favourite league game. He was always encouraging us to see the movies and he even made arrangements to introduce us to several famous people.

The stranger was an incessant talker. Baba didn’ t seem to mind-but sometimes Inna would quietly get up- while the rest of us were enthralled with one of his stories of far away places go to her room, read the Qur’an.

I wonder now if she ever prayed that the stranger would leave. You see, my dad ruled our household with certain moral convictions. But this stranger never felt obligation to honor them. Profanity, for example, was not allowed in our house not from us, from our friends, or adults. Our longtime visitor, however, used occasional four letter words that burned my ears and made Dad squirm. To my knowledge the stranger was never confronted. My dad was a teatotaler who didn’t permit alcohol in his home – not even for cooking.

But the stranger felt like we needed exposure and enlightened us to other ways of life. He offered us beer and other alcoholic beverages often.

He made cigarettes look tasty, cigars manly, and pipes distinguished. He talked freely (probably too much too freely) about sex. His comments were sometimes blatant, sometimes suggestive, and generally embarrassing. I know now that my early concepts of the man-woman relationship were influenced by the stranger.

As I look back, I believe it was Allah’s Mercy that the stranger did not influence us more. Time after time he opposed the values of my parents. Yet he was seldom rebuked and never asked to leave. More than twenty-two years have elasped since the stranger moved in with the young family at Otaburu lane.
He is not nearly so intriguing to my Dad as he was in those early years. But if I were to walk
into my parents’ den today, you would still see him sitting over in a corner, waiting for someone to listen to him talk and watch him
draw his pictures.

His name you ask?
We called him TV.
It makes you think, doesn’t it..?


I am Abdul Mailahiya Hausa by name, Founder- Operator at Bago Technologies. My hobbies are reading, travelling and discovering.

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