A 15-year-old girl, with a petite figure and nothing on her face except for some red lipstick and face powder, came running with a water pot on her head. As soon as she entered the house, she dropped the pot, which shattered on the ground.

"I swear, I won't accept this. Look, the boy followed me all the way to the water source, calling me 'Pretty Girl' even though I have no makeup on. I had to fight him off and ended up breaking his lip. He has no shame, following me home like that.

“I swear, I won't accept it, look at how my lip is bleeding, as if I am the troublemaker."

"Apologize, even if you were wrong. You knew he wouldn't leave you alone."

"Is that all you have to say? Fine, I'll send someone to get revenge for me."

"Just apologize, why can't you understand that?"

"Leave him alone, leave him alone, I said! Go get a gun if you want to end this."

"Abu, is this the life you chose? Alright then, I won't defend you anymore. Since you have no patience, you ended up fighting with that brute."

"Inna, he was the one who provoked me!"

"Now look, the water you fetched is wasted, and the pot is broken. Where will I put my head, Inna?"

"Inna, the pot breaking is not my fault. I was about to place it down when it fell and broke. I'm sorry."

"Sorry won't cut it, Abu. I was about to start cooking, what do you want me to do now?"

"Whatever you want, just do it. The pot is broken, and I am tired, I can't go back for more water."

"You can go back like you finished. There's another pot, go fetch some more water."

"Inna, can you get someone else to fetch it? Look, my lipstick and powder are gone; I want to buy more."

"If you don't fetch that water, you're not going anywhere, Abu. Do you hear me clearly?"

"Alright, I'll go fetch it."

Abu took the pot and left.

"Rake seller, wait, let me see."

She untied the money wrapped around her waist, took out fifty naira, and gave it to the rake seller.

She received her rake and change, munching on it as she made her way to the river.

"You there! You threw sand at me yesterday and ran off, didn't you? Let's see what you'll do now," said Abu.

"Abu, I came to fetch water, not to fight. Move aside and let me pass," said Binta.

"Binta, what do you mean? Was I sent here to play? Wait and see what play looks like," said Abu.

She pushed the pot off Binta's head, causing it to fall and break.

"See, I broke it. Do you have anything to say?"

"You broke my pot, Abu! I swear, you will pay for this. Whatever you think you have, I will deal with you."

As Binta finished her threat, she kicked Abu's pot, breaking it.

Abu leapt up and grabbed Binta's collar, and they began to fight until they were finally separated.

"I told you, Abu, I am Binta, and I will fix you."

"Alright, if you don't fix me, I will fix you, and you will pay for my pot here and now. I swear."

"Allah knows, Abu, I won't pay. Do whatever you want. No matter what you do, I am Binta, and I am better than you."

"Is that so? Alright then."

Abu watched her, nodding and stomping her foot.

"I haven't seen anyone who can overpower me, Abu. Not a worthless girl like you, braving the rain and storms. Binta, you've brought trouble upon yourself."