Has 4 wives, 11 children
By Vincent Kalu
Begging for a living is hardly an enviable means of livelihood, but for Adamu Hassan Yauri, it is his source of blessing. After his life seemingly ground to a halt and he found himself stranded at life’s dead-end, beggary offered him an alternative route to an honourable life. Through boom and bust these past 19 years, he has flourished, married four wives, fathered 11 children and sustained his large family on beggary proceeds.
The decision to earn a living as beggar was forced upon him by circumstances beyond his control, following an automobile accident in 1998 that led to the amputation of his right leg.
The native of Yauri Local Government Area, Kebbi State spoke with Saturday Sun at his residence in Igando, Lagos. He debunked any misconceptions about him being a polio victim. According to him, he grew up as a normal human being without any defect and was on his way to making a success out of his life, attending school and at the same time trading in onions from his home town in the north to the southeast town of Onitsha, Anambra State. But in 1998, his life took a sudden turn. It started first with his business partner who fractured his legs in an automobile accident.
“I went to visit him at the hospital. On my way home, I was involved in a motorcycle accident,” he recalled. “Me and my parents spent all our savings on hospital bills, yet doctors couldn’t save my leg. Eventually, they amputated my right leg.”
At the time, Yauri was a Senior Secondary One student. The amputation of his limb was a double blow: “I had to drop out of school; otherwise I never planned to stop my education at that level. The accident also crashed the onion business I was doing to sponsor my education.”
The hard knock of life soon set in. To spare him the misery of a wretched life, one of his brothers sold him the idea of moving south to Lagos where begging was a lucrative way of life.
“I followed my brother to Lagos in 1999, and as he told me, I found that begging was lucrative. People took pity on me because of my condition, and in no time, I was making money, enough to start planning to get married.”
Marriage to four wives
He started this family by marrying one wife. After some time, he married a second, then a third, and finally a fourth wife. One of his spouses died, and he has lost two children too. Aside from these tragedies, Yauri is a happy man, a proud father of nine children, six of them including a set of twins by his first wife.
“I’m the one taking care of them,” he said with pride, “and God is the one taking care of all of us. We may not have money to eat the best of food, but we always make do with the little we have and we are always happy.”
How come a disabled beggar was able to marry four women? Yauri avowed it was easy for the women to fall in love and subsequently marry him. “It was from this occupation that I married these women,” he boasted. Of his three wives, the first is from Kwara State, the second from Kano, while the third is a Nigerien. He is emphatic he and each of the women started as lovers. He explained his love life with the story of his first wife, Shafatu, from Ilorin, Kwara State, whom he first knew as a secondary school student assisting her beverage seller -mother at Ikotun market.
“All my women loved me dearly and accepted my proposal. Our initial problem was their families’ objections, but my ladies said it must be me or never. Don’t you see the work of God? I paid the bride price and performed the necessary marriage rites for all of them; I didn’t get any of them free, neither did I elope with any of them,” he said.
His women not only accepted him for what he is, they took him for better or for worse, including his means of livelihood. And after marriage, they joined him in his daily routine of begging to make ends meet. Indeed, begging has become the family’s profession so much so some of the younger children, who are not yet in school, loiter around their mothers where they beg.
Satisfying his women
Don’t ask Yauri how he satisfies three women sexually. He would respond with a chuckle, followed by a jovial question: “Is the number of children, both living and dead, not evidence of my virility?”
For him, his disability neither extends to his libido nor affects his ability to impregnate his wives. He will tell you his wives have no cause to complain––though he is quick to add: “I cannot kill myself, I am not a machine.”
He basked in his good fortune of being so blessed with offspring despite his disability and poverty. Instead of complaining, he counts his blessings. “There abound many able bodied men who are still unmarried till date, and there are several rich men that have spent so much money seeking medical help to have children and yet do not have any. I am not gloating over their misfortune, but rather citing this as an example of God’s love for me, a poor, ordinary, disabled beggar.”
God’s love for him extends to his wives’ ease during childbirth. “I believe these blessings are God’s way to compensate me for my disability,” he reflected. “If my wives were to deliver through Caesarean Section, where would I get the money from?”
To increase his number of children or to not increase––the question, Yauri said, is for God. “If God gives me more children, I will take them, especially, as one wife has two children, while the other is left with one after the death of her second child, and these two women may want to have more children like the first wife who has six,” he clarified.
Pains of polygamy
To ask him how he is enjoying polygamy, is to prompt a lamentation. His woes are best summarised in his statement that “it is hellish keeping three women under one roof.”
To avoid trouble, he tried to be equitable to all three women in the all-important, but sensitive aspect of conjugal responsibility.
To this end, he came up with a ‘sleeping formula’: “To each woman, I give two days in a week to sleep with her. Two days for each woman, and one day of rest for me.”
He found out it was not enough to stave off trouble permanently.
“I did everything possible for all of them to live together in harmony, but trouble and quarrels always erupted,” he lamented but curiously, blaming the trouble on the Lagos environment.
His theory: “It was hellish keeping three wives together, especially in Lagos, where everybody is crazy. Bring a naïve person to this city, by the time she arrives, Lagos would open her eyes. If we were living in the village where our relatives are around us, they (his wives) can’t be a problem to me, even if they were four, because they would be punished for disobeying me. But this is Lagos, where everybody’s brain is something else. In the village, your brain is normal. But immediately you arrive in Lagos, it is either other people scatter your brain or you scatter it by yourself.”
He had resigned to a life of permanent querulous matrimony with the women. “Usually, two ganged-up against one; if I did anything, one would accuse me of favouring the other, and they would start quarreling with me. It was a difficult situation.”
His wives’ endless bickering ultimately drove him to keep them in separate apartments and locations, an arrangement they initially rejected until he was able to convince them of a constant conjugal visit. “I live with one here in Igando, I rented a house for one at Okoko, and the other at Isheri,” he said, declaring “It is now that I have peace. Before, it was so much trouble.”
Finding a way out of begging
While trying his best to meet his responsibility as the breadwinner, Yauri admitted that his large family now constitutes a problem. As his children grow older, proceeds from begging shrink, and become insufficient to sustain the family. The hard reality had forced him to seek other options to begging for a living.
His first alternative was to join the battalion of tricycle operators who make healthy wages conveying commuters over short distance. Unfortunately, his tricycle was stolen by thieves. Occasionally, his friends who have other things to do borrow him their tricycles. When such opportunity is not forthcoming, he goes a begging to make his usual paltry proceeds.
After trying his hands on the tricycle business, Yauri became somewhat ashamed of begging. Now in his 40s, he is eager to learn a vocation that would help sustain his family.
He would welcome any help, from government or individuals, towards training his children––though he insisted an explicit agreement would be made in this regards so he would not be disadvantaged by such benevolence.
Within the limit of his ability, he is ready to go any mile for the sake of a better future for his children.
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Very enlightening. It’s rather unfortunate how the opinion of others etc push people to such ends.
Indeed! White supremacy is the biggest ‘opinion-pusher’ of them all. Thank you for reading, Tina!
Thanks Dr. Yaba
Thank you for reading, Fatou!
informative! You should see what’s happening in The Gambia…maybe you should look into that too Dr. Yaba. I saw the statistics about Senegal, I wonder what are the numbers for Gambia?
It’s everywhere! I haven’t seen the numbers in Gambia and I’m not sure who is doing that research. Will keep my eyes open. Thank you for reading, Aisha!
Thanks for the info and data on skin bleaching in Africa. I have been following your work and needed data and literature on skin bleaching in Africa for my Lit Review. Completing my Masters thesis on skin bleaching in Jamaica. Its a qualitative study entitled “The Browning Phenomenon”
Thanks for reading, Richard! Please let me know if I can share any resources with you. You must of course be familiar with Christopher Charles’ work. I look forward to reading your thesis soon!
I found these articles very interesting. I was born very light skin & was teased throughout school. Only other races would play with me. So I tried to suntan myself black. Confusion set in. I messed skin up trying to be “black” and last year I was using bleach crime to over correct the damage I did. I would try to change my color by friends, jobs, advantages. Now all I want to be is me no matter what color. I would very much like to read more on the subject. I feel society makes us choose what color we should be at times. I hate that. But most of my life I have battled this. Thank you for writing on this project. It really made me mad at myself.
Everyone has their own reasons for having white skin, smooth, clean. Certainly have been described in the article above, that it skin disease is not come by itself but because of the wrong skin care.
There is also damage to the skin caused by cosmetic skin itself. Therefore, if you want to pick look at the measure of beauty products use ingredients that beauty, so that we remain untreated skin.
Harrowing and heartwrenching: I am a dark chocolate brown (similiar to the First Lady Michelle Obama’s shade) and cannot imagine being fueled by such societal pressures and such self-loathing that I would sabotage my own skin tone. I take pride in it and also convey that message to my children, I hope future generations learn from those who suffered and died needlessly and love what they are naturally endowed with: melanin-rich and beautifully brown skin.
Colonization has been a devastating cancer all over the world, it’s time to unlearn what we have learned and put truth in it’s place.