CHAPTER 4: THE SPARKS WITHIN

-



Zulais POV:

How could Lami do this to me? Does our friendship mean anything to her at all? I asked myself.

My anger had transformed into rage now, a wild and hungry fire is burning within me. Had she ever considered that it was hard for me too? If not more? He’s like a father to me.


I didn’t know when I snapped back, “You miserable ingrate, what more do you want? Go and deal with your anger issues you filthy cow, I have important things to do and you’re not worth my time. You’re disgusting, looking at your ugly face makes me wanna throw up. One more word and I’ll take back the promise I have made”.

Lami strode towards me with greeted teeth and clenched fists, she threw a punch at me. Lucky enough, She promptly collided with a solid body. A tall-clad figure of a man was standing between us, Her face hit the wall of his chest so hard that it made her lost balance, she stumbled backwards and hit the floor.

It was a mysterious guy, a new guy perhaps.  I’ve never seen him before. Maybe they just moved here. He said “fighting is not good for both of you, I think you should settle this like adults” while he slowly turned and faced me. He suddenly fell silent, standing there, looking at me as if I was a piece of specimen. I could feel his gaze traveling up and down my body. My cheeks suddenly felt warm, I was embarrassed by his scrutiny. I quickly adjusted my veil, covering my body properly.

Lami finally came back to her senses, I watched her dragging her self off the floor in shame because a crowd had already formed and everyone was watching her. I turned to Mr new mysterious guy so that I could thank him for saving my life but he was no where to be found. He was gone in a flash, There was no trace of him. Shouldering through the crowd, I left the market square and headed back home.

I was still struggling to keep my composure while I stumbled on my way back home. I couldn’t stop thinking about the scene that had just unfolded before my eyes and the new guy that saved me. Our encounter only lasted for split seconds but I couldn’t stop thinking about him. It made me so edgy and nervous, I couldn’t help feeling so conscious of his nearness and I felt like my personal space was invaded when he stepped in between us blocking Lami with his tall, lean, masculine and beautifully proportioned body.

Thankfully, I reached some safely. That evening my mother came to me with hajia Markas proposal. At first, I was hesitant to make a decision because I have lost interest in the whole Dating and marriage thing after a few experiences, the whole thing is so overrated. But then I thought, What do I got to lose? I haven’t met him yet but I have a feeling that I’ll be far better off with him than with Alhaji Tanko. I accepted the proposal and Everything was set. I was ready to meet him that evening.

It was time for me to meet Iro, Hajia Markas brother. Closing my eyes and taking deep breaths, I gave myself a moment to gather my composure. I had to move on, the past is in the past. When I opened my eyes, I was ready to face whatever it is that is seated in the sitting room. I walked slowly down the corridors, made my way outside the house and walked straight to where the sitting room windows were, I crouched down behind the window directly opposite to where he was seating. I quickly peeped inside, I heaved a sigh of relief when I saw him through the window, Iro is nothing like Alhaji Tanko.


Alhaji Dogos POV:

It’s been two weeks ever since that stupid girl rejected and humiliated my son and haven’t gotten my revenge yet. I’m sure by now I’m the laughing stock of this whole town. I’ve been skimming and plotting but all in vain, nothing seem to work, How embarrassing. I thought this would be easy, but it clearly isn’t. I have to do something, and soon. I’ve got to hit back, I have a reputation to maintain. I won’t let this this go, I have to get my revenge sooner or later, even if it means dragging Zulai by the hair and taking her to Tankos house, I’ll do it. I Alhaji Tanko will soon claim my victory. Let me go to Shehu My good old friend and see if he could help me.

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

CHAPTER ONE

-
Image
It was night and the moon was shining brightly, a perfect day for our night games. I was eager to go to the village ground/ square because I know definitely he was going to be there. Yes, mudi my beloved will be there. I had to dress my best to get his attention. Although he is unaware of my feelings for him, I was determined to make him mine. I brought out my newest wrapper. It was blue and had paintings of a red peacock on it. It was sown by hajiya talatu, our village greatest fashion designer(tailor).  I have'nt  gotten a single new wrapper for a year, when my mother sold her new dishes(samira) she brought a wrapper each for me and my siblings, to save us from the antagonizing backbiting and side remarks of the villagers . she had been saving for 5 years, whenever the money reaches an amount that will buy her a dish, she buys and keep it. She says she is saving for our marriage. Those dishes are valuable in my village and they fetch a buyer easily. I brought our loose r...
Read more

A WEAKNESS CALLED LOVE: MEMOIRS OF AN AFRICAN HOUSEMAID

-
Image
Follow the intriguing life of a 15 year old Ladi, who has been working as a housemaid since she was 8 years old. She found love in the most unexpected places and tries to do everything in her power to hold on to that love. An emotional, heartfelt, adventurous story. Will Mudi the love of her life reciprocate that love or will she be consumed by his love? Only time will tell. EXCERPT : For the first time in forever, He looked at me. He did not just glanced, no! He really looked at me, like I am a human being worthy of his attention. My heart stopped, i did not know what to feel anymore. My throat was dry and my lips short of words. I could not bring myself to as as much as an ufff! I was spellbound. My brain was saying answer him you dimwit, but my voice betrayed me. My confidence all but melted away. What is this? This must be what love feels like, I'm sure of it... Chapter one to be uploaded soon This story is also available on Wattpad
Read more

CHAPTER 15: NO ONE'S CHILD: A WEAKNESS CALLED LOVE :MEMOIRS OF AN AFRICAN HOUSEMAID

-
Image
I had been selling food for a while. But saving the money is not exactly easy. If anything the capital had been decreasing. We have saved nothing. Selling food was not working. We were almost out of business. My mother was dead worried. We had to think of a way out. At the rate we were going, by the end of the month we will run out of capital. We wouldn’t have money for marriage. We would not have saved a dime. My mother was sitting in the courtyard on a small Woden chair, part of it was chopped of, it could not stand on its own. So, she set it beside the wall and rests her back on the wall. I was sitting on a clay brick. We were both silent, buried in our thoughts, thinking of ways to save some money. When Ameena ran into our house. She shouted “Come quickly, Halimatu is back, she does not have azeeema with her. Baaba Sa’a is causing a scene. Come quickly” She ran out immediately after the words left her mouth left her mouth. We wasted no time. I did not bother wearing a hija...
Read more