--- The clouds gathered heavily, the sky turned deep red, and the wind started blowing fiercely. A young lady was walking, dressed in a worn-out yellow and red star-patterned Ankara fabric. The fabric had faded so much that if you didn't know, you might think it was white and red due to its faded state. The girl had fair skin, though not extremely light, and her hair was long and thick, jet black in color. Her eyebrows were thick, almost connecting, looking as if they were groomed. She had sharp, almond-shaped eyes, a straight and narrow nose, and a slender face with delicate features. Her lips were naturally pink and small, giving the impression she might be wearing lipstick. She had a full figure typical of the Fulani, with well-shaped hips akin to a Coca-Cola bottle, and her fingers and toes were long and slender. She wasn't particularly tall, but neither was she short. She was slim, with most of her weight concentrated in her chest and hips. This beautiful physique made her the subject of jealousy among her half-siblings. She was walking briskly, but if you didn't know, you might think she was showing off due to her graceful speed. She was carrying a medium-sized basket filled with fruits, which was heavy for her, but she had no choice. She had to buy them, even though the distance was significant. She didn't have any change for a taxi or tricycle ride. She had been walking from Yan Lemo since she was dropped off at the governor's residence, heading towards the commissioner's house in Nassarawa, which was behind Sukuwa Field. Before reaching there, she would take a turn and head home. She feared that it would start raining heavily before she got home. Despite her efforts to hurry, the clouds gathered more ominously, the wind picked up, and she was scared. She was running out of the time given to her by Hajiya Maimuna. --- He was driving without knowing where he was headed, with a bottle of alcohol in his hand. He was deeply distressed, filled with sorrow and anger, thinking about what the girl had accused him of. He did not engage in fornication and despised anyone who did, so how could he be accused of such a vile act? He took another swig of the alcohol, then finished the bottle and threw it out. He grabbed another one and started drinking again. Suddenly, he felt the car losing control. Before he could react, the car hit something. He stopped abruptly, even though he felt the impact, he couldn't control the car because he was heavily intoxicated. He leaned his head against the seat, closing his bloodshot eyes, having lost all sense of direction. He then heard a scream and a prayer for mercy, bringing him out of his stupor. He opened his red eyes wide and saw a beautiful young girl, no more than 18 years old, who he had hit. Her head was bleeding, and the fruits she was carrying were scattered everywhere, with the basket beginning to break. In shock, he quickly got out of the car and stumbled toward her, despite his drunken state. He hastily tried to lift her, but she moved back, showing signs of fainting. In his panic, he picked her up and placed her in the car to take her to the hospital. His security personnel rushed over to see what was happening because he had been in a foul mood and had barred them from approaching him. --- This translation captures the essence and emotions of the original Hausa text, focusing on the young woman's urgent journey and the dramatic accident involving the distressed driver.