Our motto has always been "Jinin Dabo ringim gim da ka garin karamci," which translates to "The blood of Dabo flows in Ringim, a town of generosity." We embrace this motto because we are a people known for our generosity, dignity, and adherence to tradition. Ringim is a town blessed with water and fish, and its inhabitants excel in farming. I won't overstate it, but trust me, if you visit Ringim, you'll know I'm not exaggerating. My name is Amina Abubakar Salihu, but I am nicknamed AFIYYA because I was named after my paternal grandmother. My grandfather, Alhaji Salihu, is the Wazirin (chief advisor) of the Sarkin (king) of Ringim, which means I have noble blood. I've often wondered if infertility doesn't run in our family. Perhaps I shouldn't say that, but the truth is that infertility does seem prevalent in our family. While births occur, they are not frequent. If someone has one child, that's usually it. My grandmother, Hajiya Amina, originally from Ganjin Gebi, was the only wife my grandfather married. They had five children: my father, Abubakar, the eldest, followed by my Uncle Sa'idu, then my Aunt Maryam, my Uncle Ahmad, who is called Tijjani, and the youngest, Uncle Salihu, also known as Babawo, my very own savior. As we know, when the Westerners introduced formal education, it started in royal households to set an example for the rest of the community. This was the case with us as well. When the king's children were to attend school, my father and Uncle Sa'idu were also included. Hajiya was opposed to it, fearing it would distract them from their Islamic studies. She was eventually convinced, and they were sent to school. However, Uncle Sa'idu refused to go. Whenever he was taken, he would run away to their grandmother's house in Kyarama, despite the considerable distance between Ringim and Kyarama. My father would return and complain to Hajiya, who would scold Uncle Sa'idu, but it was futile since she didn't support the schooling idea anyway. She felt obliged to obey Waziri and didn't want her children to disobey him either. Eventually, Uncle Sa'idu finished his schooling without gaining much, so Waziri took him to the market and advised him to find work to avoid causing gossip in town. But even there, he would simply wander around, visiting various places and courting different girls, relying on Waziri's reputation to avoid trouble. My father attended Kings College in Lagos for his secondary education. Upon graduation, he was offered a job, but he refused, insisting on furthering his studies. Hajiya tried hard to persuade him to marry, but he refused. She even took the matter to the Fulani clan of the king, where she found that the king was also dealing with similar issues with his own children. They advised her to leave them be and instead pray for them.