Mohammed Bello Abubakar has over 170 children, many of which are older than his younger wives. It’s not surprising that he cannot even properly take care of his family and will ask his children to go and beg for money. What do you expect when you need more than 26 pounds of rice per meal and $900 dollars a day just for food?
The 84 year old Nigerian man claims that the Koran does not place a limit on how many wives a man can have as long as they are treated equally. He believes that God has given him the power to cope with over four score of wives. The Jamatu Nasril Islam (JNI) has concluded that this is not acceptable and that Mohammed must choose only four. If he does not comply he will face the death penalty, although it seems unlikely that it will be enforced.
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Living in America as half of an interracial couple isn’t that unique these days, but it doesn’t feel all that common when my wife and I interact with the general public. I will not discuss overt acts of prejudice or racism. That will have to wait for another day. My focus now are all the subtle actions from others that send the message to my wife and me that we don’t belong together.
Here’s a situation that happens quite frequently: My wife and I are standing side-by-side at a check-out counter of some store and the store employee addresses her or me, “Hi! How can I help you?” It seems quite normal, until the transaction is complete and the checker turns to the other one of us and asks, “Hi! How can I help you?” That’s when we annoyingly respond, “We’re together.” In response, we’ll hear an embarrassed, “Oh!” Sometimes one of us will raise the ring finger for extra emphasis. I guess that’s one way to send someone a message by giving them the finger.
Another case: We’re walking through a crowded area like a busy sidewalk, a fair, a sporting event, etc.
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