True love still exists with Eesher: The 25-year epic love story of a teacher and his student—Written by destiny, delayed by fate, fulfilled by Allah
In this week’s episode of NP’s Family dynamics with Eesher, under the ‘True love still exists’ segment, we brought you a spectacular love story of Dr. Ayuba and his student cum wife, Hajiya Aisha.
My name is Dr. Ayuba Sabo. I am 52 years old, from Potiskum LGA, Yobe State. The story I’m about to share is not just mine—it is a testimony of patience, fate, and love written by time and sealed by divine will.
In July 1996, I was posted to Government Girls Secondary School, Nguru, Yobe State, as a class teacher. That’s where I met Aisha Umara, a bright-eyed beautiful young girl in Junior Secondary School One. What began as a simple student-teacher interaction soon blossomed into a deep friendship. I became her school father; she, my school daughter. Innocent ties grew deeper as she matured into a graceful young woman.
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By JSS3, our bond had evolved. Feelings were acknowledged, hearts connected, and we started a discreet relationship that lasted through her secondary school years. Aisha, young but emotionally mature, became my everything. She cared for me like no other—washing my clothes, cooking meals, carrying my books, and assisting me with school duties. She was more than a student. She was my heartbeat.
One fateful evening in the year 2000, as I sat in front of the staffroom, I sent for her. With nervous excitement, I proposed marriage—and without hesitation, she accepted. After her graduation that same year, I sent my parents to her hometown in Gashua to formally seek her hand. Our love was becoming official, a dream in motion.
But fate had other plans.
Aisha’s father, while trying to arrange a marriage for his elder sister’s son, faced rejection from the family he approached. Out of frustration, he brought the suitor home and asked him to choose from among his daughters. Sadly, he chose Aisha.
Though she and her father initially rejected the idea because of her commitment to me, the weight of family pressure and elder influence forced their hands. Our dreams crumbled. Aisha and I said our goodbyes in tears. I told her, “We will meet again. Maybe not now, but someday.” She was married off in 2001.
The heartbreak consumed me. I became physically ill and was admitted to Unimed Teaching Hospital for over seven months. Doctors were baffled—until my late friend, Adamu, told them the truth: I was suffering from heartbreak, not disease. They placed me on antidepressants and sleeping pills. That sleep became my healing.
Eventually, life moved on. My first wife was introduced to me, and though I initially felt nothing, time softened my heart. We built a peaceful home. But nothing, absolutely nothing, could replace Aisha in my soul.
Her life, on the other hand, was far from peaceful. On her wedding day, her father couldn’t bear to send her off. For 25 years, she lived with silent tears. Her husband, sensing the ghost of our love, destroyed every picture, every letter. He denied her education. And yet, through it all, we never communicated—not even once.
When her husband passed away, she posted the news on Facebook. A mutual friend’s comment led me to the post. I wrote a short prayer. Forty days later, she replied:
“Thank you, malam, ya Girma. Ashe rai kanga rai.”
Still, I didn’t respond. But she messaged again in Hausa:
“Ni ina can shekara 25 babu ranar da bazan tuna ka ba… I tried to block you, but I couldn’t. Every time I see you online, my heart aches.”
Yet I remained silent—until one evening, returning from work, I called her. She didn’t pick up, but when Truecaller revealed my identity, she trembled with emotion. Later, away from her teasing siblings, she returned the call…
That first conversation felt like no time had passed. She was now a mother of four, no longer the youthful girl I once knew—but to me, she was still the woman of my dreams. She invited me to her home in Gashua, and I went with a friend. She welcomed us with open arms and a heart bursting with joy.
We spoke for hours. It felt like a miracle.
We agreed to marry after Eid-el-Kabir, around June july. A week after our reunion in February, I planned to visit her elder brother—her guardian since their father’s death. When I met him at a mosque in Damaturu, accompanied by two friends, he reminisced about our love story and how their father had deeply regretted not allowing our union. With tears and pride, he said, “Let me fulfil my father’s wish.” We sealed our union with a dowry of ₦200,000.
When I called to tell Aisha she was now my wife, she fell silent. “Hello? Aisha?” I repeated, but there was no sound. Moments later, her sister called. Aisha had fainted after hearing the news.
When she regained consciousness, her words were:
“Ko yau Allah Ya dauki raina, na cika burina.”
(“Even if today were my last, I would die fulfilled.”)
The next day, I returned to Gashua. We celebrated quietly with friends and family. Pictures were taken. Social media was lit up. My students came in and drove to witness this miracle—the reunion of a teacher and his student after 25 years apart.
Today, Aisha and I are living proof that true love is never truly lost. One day, she called to say she had an assignment in a nearby village. I surprised her there, arriving before she did. When she saw me, she hugged me tightly, tears of joy streaming down her face. People looked on in wonder as if watching a scene from a romantic film.
After her assignment, I saw her off to the station. She messaged me later, saying:
“You’ve given me the love I dreamed of. A man who would wait for me, see me off, hold me like I matter.”
I am humbled. I am grateful. And I vow to make every day of her life a living dream. Even now, we sometimes look at each other in disbelief—is this real, or will we wake up to a different reality?”
But it is real. It is our story.
And it is the will of Allah.
‘Za end’🥰🥲😢
Transcribed and written by Aisha Musa Auyo
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