He is my chauffeur

Kano, Nigeria. 2015. ___________ She knew the rest of the deets. After the bottom line that-Mallam Iro, the chauffeur has resigned-, she didn't hear any word afterwards. Anger was surging through every cell that made her up. She felt the urge to be loud-to wail out the maddening feeling on her heart. It meant she would have to take the public transport to school or beg Ya Abdul to take her to school until a new chauffeur's found. She won't even dare beg Ya Ammar because she knew it would go in vain. He would rather go out with that his dark skinned girlfriend.

The girl laughed too much and there was something about her that Adeelah didn't like. Perhaps her set of teeth or her jawline that's too long or whatever. Clearly, she didn't like her. Adeelah didn't like his girlfriend at all. The girl liked her though, she was almost her age but the way she respected her made her so annoyed. The girl sometimes used to bake and send the goodies to Adeelah. All in bid to woo her and get her approval. Even at school when they crossed paths, she showed Adeelah to her friends and called her, her sister in-law. If only she knew Adeelah had a crossed finger on her, she would have given up. Adeelah pursed her lips at the thought. She wanted to shout. If it were someone else, she would have shouted. But this was Abba. For all her life, she knew he didn't tolerate nonsense. Sure, he loved his children and would do anything for them but once they try any nonsense of any sort, he would deal with them accordingly. Not even with the kids alone, he was harsh to his wives when they misbehaved except one. When she was alive. Ayaat. She was the older wife, a Yemeni Hausa- Her mother was a full blooded Yemen lady whilst her father was a rich Hausa man. Ayaat was the mother to three of his children, Adeelah inclusive. She left their world so cold a year after Adeelah's tenth birthday. She was a very fair woman with sharp and alluring brown eyes that melted ice to water, cooled hot to cold. Her smile had the power to tame everything and everyone around her when she was bustling in her youthful days, those years of exuberance. Till her demise, she possessed the ability to turn Abba- Alhaji Rabi'u Abubakar Danbatta. She was quiet and patient. When Alhaji Rabi'u married his second wife Hajiya Sadiya, she raised no alarm. She welcomed Sadiya with opened arms. Adeelah could remember her mother washing Sadiya's clothes, she could remember when her mother would finish cooking and put some for Hajiya Sadiya. No one pushed her to do that. It was all on her will. Hajiya Sadiya was calm too but she was selfish. She put herself first before anyone else. She was also a very jealous woman, despite being the second wife she wished Ayaat would leave the house for her alone. Upon Ayaat's death, she felt as if a blanket had been a shield on her and Ayaat's death yawed it away. Her co-wife's death exposed her to a different marital atmosphere and then she realised she had always been a moon- a reflector, not a light of her own. Ayaat had been the sun, the light and illuminator. She realised she was nothing and she knew nothing. Troubles came unveiling, throwing her into pit of fights with Alhaji Rabi'u. She was fast to mend her ways but was late to Alhaji, as he had already planned to marry Hafsatu. Hafsatu was the seal to his wives as he said. There's still one slot. That made Hafsatu felt proud, authoritative and pompous. She wasn't kind to anyone in the house except in the eyes of Alhaji but even so, he saw her dislike for his kids, Adeelah and her siblings. Thus he allowed the kids to choose whom to stay with. Through all these, Sadiya acted wise and drew the kids close to her. Adeelah and her siblings liked her and they always stay with her. That earned her a medal of respect and honour from Alhaji. Adeelah usually looked up to her mother then, but now as she grew up, she didn't think she could be like her. Her mother was a mellowed heart, soft as feather while she's tough and harsh as rock. "Are you planning on slapping me Adeelah?" Abba's voice hit her eardrum. She looked up and let her eyes fell on him. Alhaji Rabi'u was short, shorter than all his wives. He was however, handsome with his small potbelly which Adeelah associated with age. "Abba!" She said and kept quiet. Her tongue was beating her teeth so that it would allow her mouth to open. Adeelah used her teeth and sandwiched her tongue. If her teeth were sharp, they would have cut the tongue already. She didn't want to say something because she was sure it won't come out well. It will come out unmashed, and un-chewed. "Go on." Her father motioned for her with his hand. She followed the direction of his hand with her pair of eyes which were exactly the same like her mother's. His index finger was the same height with his middle finger. New discovery. She noted in her head. Adeelah swallowed something hard. She was certain that, those loud words had been swallowed successfully and she hopefully prayed they won't come back until she's back in her room. Her eyes were bore to the ground. She noticed something that had to do with the carpet. The lines and flowers on it weren't laid out straight. She hissed about being observant of every slight and useless thing. Adeelah heard the sound of Hafsatu's flipflop. She used to call her aunt while she called Hajiya Sadiya, Umma. She looked at her, dressed in a yellow empire waist dress. Adeelah shook her head and wondered how Hafsatu was able to roam about like that even though there were adult males in the house. Of course they were like her kids but there's something called shyness. Her slender legs were revealing straight to her thighs all out. Hafsatu was slim but endowed in the right places. She's beautiful, granted and she knew exactly how to vaunt it. "Baby." She called and sat beside Alhaji. Adeelah bit her lower lip. Her father was sixty years old plus and someone was calling him baby. It wasn't the baby that annoyed her but how her father grinned. Hafsatu noticed how Adeelah was trying so hard to compose herself. Adeelah had learnt not to walk away when she's having a conversation with her father unless he asked her to leave. If not, she would have left the moment Hafsatu made her entrance. "Baby, I missed you so much." She kissed his cheeks loudly for Adeelah to hear. "Abba..." Adeelah managed to put an end to her stay in his parlor. It was obvious that Hafsatu would continue being shameless on purpose. "Yes Adeelah, I think you've understood all I have said." He said feeling a bit bad for forgetting that his almost twenty year old child was sitting before him. "What are you talking about baby?" Hafsatu chirped in. "It's none of your business!" Adeelah replied her instantly. "Why Adeelah? Why do you disrespect me this much? I am like your mother." "God forbid bad thing!" Adeelah hiked up. She felt how her father's eyes were looking at her in reprimand but it was on the bottom list of her worries then. "Adeelah!" He called but she exited the parlour pretending not to hear him. Alhaji put back his head on the cushion beside him. Hafsatu smiled. She wanted the space that's why she talked. When Alhaji cleared his voice, she made a sad face and turned to him. "Adeelah dislikes me the most." She leaned on him. He didn't say anything though. She felt angry but she had no option than to keep quiet. __________ The morning sun felt warm against his skin as he drove to his office. His stomach was growling and growling because he didn't eat anything. His wife was sleeping when he came out and he dared not to wake her up. He was virtually late to work hence he had to skip tea and rushed. He checked his time after every second. He had to be present by eight because on a day like this -Thursday- he had a ten minutes show to air on the media. Two minutes were for him to speak and the remaining eight minutes were for listeners to send message or give them a short call. Ten minutes later, he put his car to a halt in front of the gate of his place of work. 'Northern Trust FM.' It was one of the biggest radio stations in Nigeria. They aired the best shows, cast the most genuine news and offer the best services. For one to work there, one must be very intelligent and privileged. He checked his time again. Seven fifty nine. He sighed and rushed in. The gatekeeper greeted him but by Allah he didn't hear him. All he was looking forward to, was to see him in the room casting news before his boss. "Ameer is late today. Iya iya oo." Muhibba, his colleague chanted. He glared at her playfully and rushed to his office. He checked everything and carried his scripts to the news casting room. Everyone was there. He took a deep breath when he saw his boss. The boss, Ahmad looked at him. "Good morning Ameer." He said and took some steps towards him. He put his hand on Ameer's cheeks and laughed. Ameer looked at his boss's hand and saw foam. Oh lord. He came out that way! With foam on his face. How? Why did the foam have to remain there? It meant he missed the place while bathing. He felt ashamed. "You forgot to take a look at your mirror." They all laughed. "Director, let's set to work." The boss said once their laughter died down. And so, they started. ___________ She hated morning lectures, God knows. She loved sleeping and anything that would snatch her sleep from her was hated by her. "Get ready, don't worry I will drop you at school." Hajiya Sadiya told her after she's woke her up. Adeelah dropped from the bed and walked to the door. She wrapped her arms around her stepmother's body. "Thank you Umma." Hajiya Sadiya smiled. "Be fast," she replied and exited the room. Adeelah yawned lazily and checked her phone. No message from anyone except from her service provider. 'Dear valued customer, your bundle expires on...' She hissed and minimized the message. Perks of being single. Just like that, she mistakenly tapped on her radio icon. Her earphones were already plugged to the phone last night so she changed the settings to speaker. There was a music in background before a childish voice said: 'Northern Trust Radio.' Then another play of piano was set. She felt like there was nothing good to listen to. Her finger was about to turn the radio off when she heard a voice that stopped her from doing so. It said: 'Two minutes with Ameer.' The voice was musical, deep and soft altogether. One word seemed like it was played with a violin, the next was deep like a bang on a drum and the next was slow, soft and fast like a play of guitar. She listened as he finished greeting his regular listeners. 'Oh listener! Are you aware that, whatever bad, that's happening to you will surely come to an end someday? Put in your mind that you will walk smoothly through it, you won't allow it to get to you. You're bigger than it. You can overcome it...' "Adeelah!" She released the phone and dashed into the bathroom giggling. With the warm water against her subtle skin, she forgot about everything. She loved water.

________ "You're mad." Adeelah said to her friend, Fatimah. "You're crazy." Fatimah smiled in agreement as she dusted off her seat while her best friend looked at her. She finished and threw the paper to the binway. "Now that I am all seated, I am ready to face you." She said, stretching her hand. The class was scant, because she and her best friend came early. Their course mates were late comers even though some lecturers closed their doors, that didn't stop the late comers from being late.

"You mean it happened last night and you didn't have the thought to call me and tell me?" Adeelah asked impatiently. "I wanted to see every of your expression that's why!" Fatimah defended. "Now you have seen it. Fatimah Zarah Babangida you've seen it." When Adeelah called her with her full name, she knew Adeelah was angry with her. Truth was she wanted to surprise her best friend. But surprise went wrong. "I am sorry Deel," she gave up. Adeelah turned to her. "You got engaged." She punched her. "And," she punched her again as she laughed. Fatimah laughed with her but Adeelah's hands were painful. It was as if she rubbed some clay to them. "You felt like not telling me..." She raised her hand in the air and smacked her again. "Until today." It was after she had said that, she noticed that the lecturer had already came in due to the unusual silence that erupted the class. He was a very tall and lean Fulani man, Malam Hassan. His eyes were on the both of them as he folded his arms and rested them on his chest. Adeelah and Fatimah turned around and noticed several pair of eyes on them. Fatimah looked down while Adeelah looked at every pair of eyes, one after the other. Some looked away whilst some kept shifting their balls from the lecturer to Adeelah. "Are you animals?" He asked. "No sir, we are humans as you can see." Adeelah answered him timidly. Fatimah pinched her in bid to stop her from talking further. She had heard from her brother's friend that the biochemistry lecturer was hot tempered and could fail a student over a small brawl. The class was on uproar of laughter that triggered the lecturer's anger. There were even carryover and spill over students amidst the fresh level two hundred students. They felt so happy that finally, someone had grew the courage to talk back at him. "No you're animals." He answered. "No, we are not sir." "Didn't you learn Biology in your secondary school? Even humans are animals." Adeelah shrugged. "Okay AnimSir." She sat back. The lecturer didn't seem to understand what she did but the class did as they laughed for the second time. Some initiated a clap but no one clapped with them due to fear of the outcome. "What is that?" Many thought that she won't answer him. "Anim means animal. Sir is a sign of respect I attached to you because I respect you so much. You said you're an animal and you're proud of it... So I don't think..." "Get out of my class!" She whipped her head up and looked at him. "And never come back till the semester ends. And I assure you, you're going to fail." Fatimah gasped and held her chest. She tapped Adeelah's feet so that she would apologize but Adeelah refused to. She turned around, picked her bag and her book then exited the class. Her colleagues felt sorry for her. She didn't care at all. Outside the class, she sat by the window and listened to the lecture for thirty minutes. She got bored and left for the school mosque. "Aunty Adeelah!" The girl was there again. Adeelah increased her pace to avoid meeting her. She could look into someone's face and tell them she didn't like them but this girl, her brother warned her. Adeelah wondered how some people were able to pretend to like everyone around them. Even in the class, she would often hear some group of girls that normally sat behind her desk, gossiping about their other friends. She couldn't imagine how some people did that. In the face of someone, they acted all good whilst at their back, they could stab them, smash them underneath their feet. It was all a burden, which she couldn't take. It was too heavy for her. "Hi Deejah." She extended her hand for a shake. She couldn't even smile. Allah knows if she smiled, her cheeks will hurt and she didn't want to experience the feeling. "Aunty Adeelah I called you yesterday." "Oh well, you know I don't care much about my phone." She replied, trying to be very polite. That's the height of her politeness and she stretched so thin before she reached that point. "Oh," she mouthed. Adeelah looked at her brother's girlfriend. She was wearing a pink patterned maxi dress paired with a pink veil. Adeelah wasn't the type to judge people by their dressing. She didn't care about whatever someone wore, it's their choice. And if they wore the wrong outfit, they knew it. No one needed to tell them. "I am heading to the mosque Deejah. My legs are hurting. See you around." She guffawed. "Bye." Deejah replied with a different demeanor. Adeelah somehow felt bad. She knew she annoyed people but she didn't care. Once she noticed, it made her feel uneasy. Thing was, there's no nothing she would do about it. _________ He normally goes for two hours break and come back by four. He checked the time, for the ninth time that day. He was extremely hungry that's why. Ameer's eyes were on his watch when two clocked. He managed his presentations and shut the system off. He wanted to go home so badly and his house wasn't far from the place of work. Ten minutes away. On his way out, he sighted Muhibba sitting with Bashar, and Khalil as they praised her. They were telling her how beautiful she looked in the outfit she wore. It was an atampa but he didn't ogle enough to see whether it was a skirt or wrapper. It wasn't his space to invade. Muhibba was married. "Ameer, please come and settle this!" He wanted to leave but it wasn't on his style of life to reject people. "I am in a haste," he complained though. "Please tell Muhibba. Between her and Zaynab who can dress better? I mean who's more beautiful and se..." Ameer stopped him by yanking his arm. He pulled Bashar to the other side of the office. "Are you mad, Bashar? She's married." Bashar shrugged. "I don't care. If she respects her marriage, she won't do what she's doing. She wants to chill? I will help her freeze." Bashar replied, raising his shoulder in nonchalance. Muhibba would sometimes remove her veil and hang it around her chair. She complained of heat and how her veil restricted her from talking properly. She had so many admirers because among the female staffs, she had the sweetest voice. Sometimes her colleagues wondered how her husband let her worked in the station. "Fear Allah!" Ameer warned and scampered out of the office. His colleagues play too much. Ten minutes later on cue, he parked at the entrance of his house. It was a medium house. Just three bedrooms and two parlours. It was enough of him at the stage of his life. Ameer knocked and waited for his wife to open the gate. He pushed the gate and noticed that, it was open. So he trudged in without hesitance. He started by picking up the leaves that had fallen from the branches of the trees in his compound. He saw that, the flowers had not been watered yet. He opened the tap around, and let the water drizzle on the lawns. He would come out and water the rest. That was the first time he noticed something unusual. They had been married for just four months and it was all well with them except when he woke her up in the morning. She would nag for the whole day and pursed her lips continuously. He didn't like too much nag, that's why he dared not to wake her up again. To save himself. He pushed the door to her parlour. He met it the way he left it. There was a pack of exhausted milk by the doormat. He shook his head and picked it up. He went inside with a salam. She wasn't there. The parlour was large with a set of furniture including an ottoman and a classic round chair. His wife didn't come with it. He bought it himself because he loved them. By an angle was different flower vases cantered on a red painted ply wood. The carpet was lush and soft. There was a centre table in the center and a drawer by the other side of the parlour. The familiar scent of incense didn't welcome him. Although he didn't like incense, the absence of the scent made him worried. What's wrong with her? Was she fine? Where's she? She was perhaps in her room. Ameer went directly to her room. She had taken her bath and had tied a very beautiful head gear. There, she sat on the middle of her bed in all her grandeur. She was having a call with someone. He didn't want to eavesdrop on her, so he quickly went out, straight to his own room. He saw his bedsheet, squeezed as he left it in the morning. He dusted it off and laid it to his ability. Ameer removed his Outwears and flashed into the bathroom. He needed a cold shower. It was a very hot day. He came out and wore a lighter cloth. He went to the kitchen to check what she cooked for them that day. She was a good cook, luckily. He served fruit rice to himself. Sniffing the ambrosial and fruity aroma of the rice made him feel hungry the more. He stirred through the sauce pot, to find meat but there wasn't any. He put the sauce to his desired portion and left for his parlour feeling vile. He loved meat and a food without meat would never taste the same with the one with meat. He didn't know why she cooked without meat. He remembered dropping two thousand naira for her on the bedside. According to his calculation, two thousand was enough for the day. It was just the two of them. He placed the food on his centre table and went out to turn his generator in order to enjoy the food better. Once back, he met her sitting as if waiting for him. "Welcome back, sweetie." She smiled. The smile was threatening him. It wanted to make him forget that he was angry. "Thanks." He glanced at her, once and turned to his food. Silence prevailed for some few seconds. "No meat right? The boy I sent on errand lost the money. I am so sorry sweetie. I was even tempted to go and withdraw my dowry from the bank, in order to cook the food with meat for you." She slipped beside him. If not because he was eating she would've done things. "It's okay," he replied feeling a part of his heart becoming light. "I wanted to sweep too, but once I squat I feel like throwing up and my back cracks." She said bitterly. "Oh subhanallah! What's wrong with you? Do you feel any pain? Should I call the doctor?" He asked all at once. "No sweetie, you know I once broke my bone. So sometimes it just pains me." She told him. He didn't know. "What do you think about hiring a maid for me? I will appreciate it if you do that. You see it will be even easier for the both of us. I will even be waking up in the morning to help you get ready." She added in ramble. Ameer looked at the food and felt satisfied already. He didn't eat a lot however. She was talking about a lot that was straining his appetite and increasing his satiety. "Bring me a glass of cold water, Hidaya." He ordered, pushing the plate away plus pushing her words to the back of his head. He didn't know why he felt deranged. She apologized and explained herself, right? Why did he felt like a giant thing was on his heart? Mayhap he's too tired. "Here sweetie." She said, sitting down. She didn't allow him to collect it. She let him drank from her hand. She looked at him with her loving eyes but she didn't notice that, he was in an odd state. "Should I begin the maid haunt?" She asked. "Hidaya I am tired. I need some comfort before I go back to work. Come here." He just needed her close to him, to see her smile. Nothing else. She did stayed with him. He began feeling better but her phone screeched, making her answer the call and leaving his sight. Hidaya locked the door of her room. "Yes Mama, I have saved the first one thousand naira." She mouthed to her mother. "Good girl, you need to become rich, okay? You will buy a plot of land for yourself. You will do a lot." Hidaya nodded as if her mother was seeing her. Whatever her mother said, was right and she would do it without shilly-shallaying. It was right, after all. "Let me tell you the biggest secret and the most fastest way to get the money." Her mother lowered her voice. Ameer checked his time. It was time to go back. He headed to Hidaya's room to tell her he was going back and to give her a five hundred naira to buy meat for dinner. She was on phone. "What is it Mama?" "Demand for money whence he calls you to his sheet." Mama whispered. "But Mama..." "Shuush, it's very easy..." "Hidaya!" She heard him calling. "I will be back Mama." She dropped the call and headed for the door. Hidaya opened to see Ameer by the door. Did he hear her? ________

_________ Adeelah didn't care about her birthdays. If it was left to her, she would love to scratch the day out of the calendar. Well, she's done what she could -she had used her red pen and cancelled out 'May seventh' on every of their calendars- the feeling was satisfying. She could remember loosing her mother naturally__with no illness or anything. Her mother slept at the night, little did they know that she was sleeping forever. She liked to say her mother died a year after her tenth birthday because it sounded better than to say her mother died on the night after her eleventh birthday.

As young as eleven, the death stricken her so bad and knocked her to a sick bed. She was used to having her mother around. Her mother would wash her hair, plait it and loose it for her. Most hairdressers didn't like dressing her silky hair. Her Oum, never complained. She was her best friend figure and sister. Adeelah wasn't the only female in the family. There was Nafeesah; Hajiya Sadiya's second daughter and Ummahani; Hafsatu's only daughter from a previous marriage. Hafsatu married someone at the age of fourteen and gave birth to Ummahani when she was fifteen. He divorced her before Ummahani was born. Thence, Alhaji Rabi'u married her when Ummahani was a baby. From then, Hafsatu went back to school. Hafsatu was just thirty one. Hence she did all forms of shameful acts to rub it on Hajiya Sadiya's face whom was hitting forty five. She got married early too. Nafeesah was twenty one and was out of the country, studying. Ummahani whom they called Haneey, was sixteen, four years younger than Adeelah. She just gained admission at Ahmadu Bello University, Zaria. None of the two sisters were so close to her. Of course, they would sometimes gist as sisters but they shared no sacred bond. Ya Abdul was Hajiya Sadiya's first son and was twenty seven. He was Adeelah's favorite person. Next was Ya Ammar then Ya Fadeel both of which they shared the same mother. They were twenty eight and six respectively. The door of her room made a sound. She looked and it was Ya Fadeel with a nylon on his hand. He wanted to wish her happy twentieth birthday obviously even though she had warned them all not to wish her. Adeelah looked at Ya Fadeel's soldier's three quarter trouser. He just came back from their school yesterday. He was a tama two cadet. Before he joined the school, he had bagged his degree in criminology. He had a passion of joining the force and so he did. "Don't shout at me yet, I know you're senseless as fish. I brought something to you." His Adam's apple bobbled up and down as he gulped as he sat by the periphery of her bad. "Oum asked me to give you these stuff to you on each birthday of yours but I didn't because I don't want to press the sad button. Because you turned twenty today, you have it." He placed it to where her legs stretched. She watched him go out of the room. It used to be her mother's room. Tears blurred her sight as she wandered her gaze around the room. She could see the mirage of her mother about the room. She could see her sitting on the couch of the room as she painted Adeelah's fingers with the butter cream of her cake. She could remember rubbing some of it across her mother's face too. Their giggles echoed and rang in her ears now. Adeelah wiped her tear away and hugged her pillow. "I missed you so much Oum. I still miss you." She sniffed. Hajiya Sadiya had tried her best undoubtedly, but she could never be like her Oum. No one could replace her Oum ever. She wanted to let go, feel free and accept love but she couldn't. After her Oum's death, the only person she welcomed was Fatimah, her best friend. Aside that, she was afraid of loving something or someone lest she would loose it or them. She knew it was crazy but she had no choice. Behind that loud girl was a girl that yearned for love. A pure and serene love not the type of heartbreaking love she had heard about. She wanted someone to give her their all without expectations. Someone to be just there for her, and someone who could adjust to her level. Someone to make her feel worthy. And they should never leave. She rummaged through the stuff. There were birthday cards and letters attached to them. Yes, her mother used to give her a birthday card after every birthday. Maybe she wrote them and kept them. 'Happy eleventh birthday Adeelah' My baby girl is growing. Eleven, excellent! I can remember when I was eleven, I was a happy child always quiet and reserved. My father used to call me Sabreen. And sometimes while he sat in the backyard, he would call me. I would sit together with him. He normally said: Be patient Ayaat, let patience be your lifestyle. Thus, your life will take the best shape. I didn't attach a lot of meaning to that. I knew what patience is. When someone slaps you and tells you sorry then you smile and forgive them was my definition of patience. But it was bigger than that. Patience isn't easy as it seems. It's not an instant attitude. You have to practice it before it becomes part of you. The flower you nurture, water most often, grows beautifully and bloom. The attitude you nurture grows bigger and occupies every portion of your heart thereby becoming your habit. Nurture and inculcate patience in your heart Adeelah. You may not understand this at eleven I am sure. But remember some day I will leave the world and you see, you have to be patient habibty. Adeelah didn't go further than that line. She folded the paper and put everything back. She pushed the nylon under her bed as she held her whimper. She would read others someday. It was the truth. She had to be patient, willy nilly. The lack of patience won't bring her mother back. She sped to the bathroom and turned her shower. Adeelah stood there and let both tears and water cascade down her face. She let out her emotions until she felt better. That's why she loved water. It soothed her more than one could imagine. She didn't have a word for the feeling. It was extraordinary and different. _________ "What's the news?" Ameer asked his wife when he returned from work. "You left news at the station. Or do you want me to turn the radio on for you?" They laughed. "I am serious though. You have been receiving calls that's why I thought to ask." Hidaya swallowed a lump. "No everything is fine." She muttered. "That's good." He said and she smiled. "Bring dinner." She nodded and ambled to the kitchen. She was thinking of how to do what her mother told her. Sure, her mother had told her the tactics but she didn't know how to go about it. She wanted a huge amount of money. They had to buy several lands. While in the kitchen, she took thirty cups of rice from the sack and hid it. She would take it to the market and sell it off in the morning when Ameer's gone to work. She took a knife and made a patch at the bottom of the sack. If Ameer ask about why rice finished so fast, she would pretend and check the sack then she would miraculously find the hole and blame it on mouse. Perfect! She put dinner for him and two hundred naira meat all for him. She kept the three hundred naira change with her. Hidaya smiled and carried the food to Ameer's parlor. ________ It was nine in the night when Adeelah came out from the shower. She got dressed in her pyjamas and plodded to Haneey's room. When she made her salam, she pushed the door and went in. She was glad she didn't meet Hafsatu on the way. Haniey was sitting at the extreme end of her room were her lamp was sitting and shinning to it's peak. The room was too bright for her eyes. She wondered what Haneey was doing with too much light in the night. She shrugged. "Haneey!" She called, bouncing to the corner of the room. Haneey raised her hand in the air in a 'don't talk' way. Adeelah nodded and sat on a stool beside. She looked at Haneey whose total focus was on her phone camera in front of her. Haneey cleared her voice one more time before she began talking. "Hello guys welcome back to my Yourub channel. If you're new here don't forget to subscribe, like and comment. If you've been here, you're welkam back. As I promid zis video is gonna be a questin and answerrs. It's not your regular q and a. You berra be ready..." Haneey was cut by Adeelah's laughter, which ruined the video. "Oh girl! All this fake accent for what? What's Yourub channel again? Lord!" She slapped her forehead and tilted it back in laughter. "You're a parry popper." Adeelah laughed again. She couldn't hold her laughter until when Hafsatu entered. Seeing her, made Adeelah stumbled out covering her mouth. It totally made her night. ________

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