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*I AM ABLE* Chapter 1 Fatimah. After putting on some powder on my face and gloss on my lips, I couldn’t help but to look at myself in the mirror. Today would be my first day in school. Yes, I had gotten admission into a renown private university in Minna which was known as Zulu College. It was owned by a South African businessman, a godfather to my father. The school wasn’t that far from our house hence there was no need for me to stay in the hostel. I could convey my self to and fro, you know? After all I had my personal car. ”Mum, dad, I am going” I had announced while gently walking towards my parents in the sitting room with my bag’s straps hanged on my shoulder and my car key dangling in my hand. ”Toh Fatimah, drive carefully” My mother said but my father? He only glared at me that’s all. ”Okey, mum!” I uttered leaving, not minding my father. I was already used to his cold and aloof treatment towards me, you know? I could count the times he had ever smiled at me, he literally didn’t like me because I wasn’t what he was expecting. Yes, when my mother was pregnant with me he had expected a male child and not me. He had expected someone that could assist him in the affairs of his company, someone that could take over the company after him and not someone that would end up being someone else’s wife elsewhere. ”Open the gate, Sagir!” I ordered our gateman as soon as I was out of the mansion. Hence, I headed to the parking lot, got myself into my Camry and happily drove out of the house. The Toyota Camry was bought to me as a gift on my 17th birthday two years ago by my mother. And what would my father say? Congratulations for buying a perfect tool to eradicate your mess. And what would my mother say to him? Our mess, both of us! Immediately I arrived at school and was about parking my car in the one and only available space in the parking lot, a Bugatti from nowhere overtook me and parked there instead. I was very angry, hence I stormed out of my car. ”Madness or sickness?” I yelled hoping that the driver had heard me. Actually, I could hear a song booming in the car so I doubted if the person had even heard me. Thus, just as the song went off together with the engine, the person alighted from the car. It was a very fair guy, looked handsome but his dyed hair made me to feel like throwing up. His lips were dark like he was a smoker and his eyes were so red, he was hypothetically high! I thought he would apologise for what he did to me but guess what? He remotely locked his car and walked away without saying a word to me. Damn, how I let the matter slide was still a mystery to me. I reversed back, drove to a corner in the parking lot and parked there. As new as I was, I had to ask people around to guide me to my department. It was a Business Department, I didn’t know anyone but as soon as I was in the department a very chubby girl walked up to me with her books embraced on her chest. ”AsSalama Alaykum, are you also new here?” She said looking at me in the eyes. ”Yes, how about you?” I lifted a brow. ”Me too” She smiled, and before she could add another word someone amongst us announced to all of us that it was already time for lecture. We went into a small hall, probably 150 seaters and sat in the forefront. The hall had a stage, a projector and the air conditioner was working absolutely fine. While some of the students wander around an old man bounced into the hall, walked up to the stage and clapped his hands making the wanderers to settle down. ”Good morning to you all and welcome to our department” He said with his loud voice. ”I am Dr. Marwan Musa, also known as Doctor M.M” With that, nearly everyone in the hall bursted into laughter. Me included, it was really funny! ”Yes, but… don’t call me that” The man added. ”Just call me Dr. Marwan, and by the way I am a PhD holder. Can you all tell me your names?” Actually, we were about 20 to 25 according to my scrutiny.. But wouldn’t telling our names one after the other consume our lecture time? ”Starting from you” The man pointed at me. ”Me?” I was astounded. ”Yes, you” He nodded his head. ”Okey, sir” I gulped gently standing up to my feet. I was the type that didn’t like standing in public or facing the crowd, I could easily start trembling or tears might just embarrass me. ”My name is Fatimah Bulama” I said and quickly sat down. I could feel some moist in my eyes already, thus I turned my face down. ”How about you?” I heard him queried the chubby girl sitting close to me in the front. ”Qudrah Adam” The girl said. ”And you?” He kept asking until all of a sudden he paused. ”Yusuf, is this the right time for you to come to lecture?” He said making us to turn. Actually, he was talking to the person that just arrived. It was the same person that overtook me in the parking lot. Maybe he knew the idiot. ”Don’t blame me, blame the dean” The boy said walking like he would fall any damn moment. ”What happened between you and the dean? You hit him or something?” The man asked. ”It’s personal” The boy said about sitting down. ”No, come over here!” The man said. ”Ahh, I hate front seats” The boy lamented. ”Yes, just come!” The man said. Thus, the boy walked to where we were and Qudrah was asked to stand up from where she was sitting. ”Please go to the back my dear, let this unserious student sit here” The man said. ”Okey sir” Qudrah muttered and left. The boy was asked to sit close to me and that really annoyed me. The smell of the cigarette he might have taken kept disturbing me. I didn’t complain because that may sound rude and I didn’t want to be blacklisted on my first day at school. I kept turning my face away from him until the introductory class was over. ”Here, Yusuf” The man handed an A4 paper to the boy. ”Write your name and make sure they all write their names before returning it back to me in my office. It is my first attendance” ”Okey!” The boy said and thus the man left. ”Can I have your pen?” The boy asked me. That moment, I felt like slapping him. How could someone with a Bugatti come to school without a pen of less than N50? Well, I should just give him to avoid waste of time. ”Here” I handed him the pen and he gently wrote his name and matric. Yusuf Abba Dolari, BS/3/15. ”What is your name and matric?” He asked. ”Actually, I expect to write my name by my own self” I replied turning my face away. ”Just tell me or forget about it” He said. ”Fatimah Bulama, BS/4/09” I said in anger, stood to my feet and left him with my pen. •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Written by; Muhammad Abubakar (KingMoha)

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CHAPTER 2 Yusuf. Today I woke up as early as possible because I was having Dr. Marwan's course. It was a carry over course for me and I literally ought to give it my best this time around. While recklessly driving to school I managed to light up a cigarette while listening to Dear Bunmi by one of the influential artists in the country. I loved the song, it used to remind me of my ex girlfriend; how I took advantage of her and dumped her. I had become a very bad guy, the opposite of whom I was in the past. As soon as I entered school and was driving to the faculty's parking lot, I noticed from afar that there was only one space available and someone with a Camry in front of me was already driving there. Thus, I overtook the person and parked there instead. It was fun and I didn't even look at the person when I stormed out of the car talk more of apologizing. I hastily walked away from the scene and headed to my department. It was a mistake I greeted our dean, he called me and began raining insults on me that I was the first student to get carryover in his faculty since the creation of the school few years ago. Well, after the scenario I went to Dr. Marwan's lecture. "Yusuf, is this the right time for you to come to lecture?" He said making people to turn to me. I had entered the hall through the back door. "Don't blame me, blame the dean" I said looking for unoccupied seat in the back. "What happened between you and the dean? You hit him or something?" He queried me. "It's personal" I said about sitting down. "No, come over here!" He yelled at me. "Ahh, I hate front seats" I lamented. "Yes, just come!" He said. Thus, I walked to the front and he asked me to sit close to a girl after having sent her friend away. Well, I obeyed because I didn't want to carry over the course again. As he continued with his introductory class the girl I was sitting close to kept turning her face away from me. It didn't seem strange to me after all I had taken a cigarette while in the car. Perhaps she hated the smell, I should have put on perfume again. "Here, Yusuf" Dr. Marwan said handing me an A4 paper after the class. "Write your name and make sure they all write their names before returning it back to me in my office. It is my first attendance." He was a man that loved taking attendance, I took it for granted before and that was why I literally got his carryover. "Okey!" I uttered, and just as he left I began searching for my pen. I thought I had brought it but in fact I didn't. Thus, I turned to the girl I was sitting close to. "Can I have your pen?" "Here" She handed me the pen. "What is your name and matric?" I asked after having written my own information already. "Actually, I expect to write my name by my own self" She said turning her face away. "Just tell me or forget about it" I said. "Fatimah Bulama, BS/4/09" She said and left. Well, that was a surprise to me because I was expecting her to ask for her pen back so that I could show her my true colour. You know, I was practically not happy with how she kept turning her face away from me. "Not that bad" I said as I turned looking at her buttocks while she was walking away. She wasn't that beautiful in the face but she was tall, bold, smelled good and had attractive buttocks. After writing the names of the 26 students that were present in the lecture I headed straight to Dr. Marwan's office and thus gave him the attendance. Just as I was about leaving his office he stopped me while taking off his eyeglass. "You haven't stop smoking, have you?" He said. That moment, I knew he had also sensed the smell of the cigarette I had taken while on my way coming. Was I even smelling that much? I should've put on some perfume on me again. "Don't you know it is a pollution? Didn't you see how that girl I asked you to sit with was turning her face away from you?" He added. "Actually..." I was saying when he cut in. "Stop it, this is your last warning!" He said. "Okey sir" I muttered. "You may leave" He said putting back his glass. "Alright" I said leaving his office.  I didn't go home that moment because I was having a fresh 200 Level class with Dr. Lailah. Thus, I went to the lecture venue which was Hall C5, a 150 seaters hall. It was a surprise that the lecture hadn't started yet. Do you know Dr. Lailah? She was a very strict young woman, so beautiful and hardly missed her lectures. If she first you into a hall, just don't even mind entering. She had been tough on us since 100level, I never knew I would pass her course because we had severally had issues. "Yusuf is here!" "Yusuf, come over here!" My friends began shouting as soon as they saw me. I was like a king, you know? I was someone that literally everyone had to love. I walked to them, had some chats before Dr. Lailah came. She lectured us using the projector as usual and thus left after giving us a very complicated assignment. Although somehow my friend, Suleiman said it was a simple assignment. Well, tension abrogated! "Didn't you see how Karimah was looking at you? She still loves you!" Adnan said as we walked out of the hall. He was talking about my ex girlfriend, the girl I had already used. "That's true!" Suleiman chimed in. "Yes, and I think they should settle" Isah said. They thought I was stupid to fall for their mere words, they should try more harder; and even then, I wouldn't reconcile with Karimah. And wait, what did they even take me as? A guy that would marry the girl he used? Well, they needed to know more about me. I would keep violating girls with every slight chance I had, and when I was ready for marriage I would look for a virgin – the one that no idiot had ever touched before, a very decent woman! "Guys, I don't like Karimah again" I said as I unlocked my car using the remote. "You guys can date her if she's appealing to you but me? No way! She has already expire to me, okey?" "Ew! And why should we do that?" Isah said. "Do I know?" I rose a brow. "You are a bad guy, repent!" Suleiman said. "And you're a saint, right?" I glared at him. "Hmm, man I was only playing" He friendly punched me wearing a smile on his face. "Whatever, I should be going!" I said. "Can I come with you? I didn't come with my car today, it has some issues" Adnan uttered. "Yeah, sure" I said. •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Written by; Muhammad Abubakar (KingMoha)

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*I AM ABLE* Chapter 3 Fatimah. "The guy is handsome, I like him" Qudrah said as soon as we headed to my car in the parking lot. "But too bad I wasn't the one he sat with..." "Hey," I glanced at her. "I will not dissuade you from falling in love on your first day in school but I will certainly warn you to stay away from that guy, he's not a good guy you know?" I said. "I don't know, he looks good to me" She said. "Good, right? Okey" I said unlocking my car. "Wow, a brand new Camry!" She squealed. "No, it is two years old! I've been maintaining it" I said and gestured to her to hop in. "Let me drive you to your destination" I started the car. "Hmm, thanks dear. I live few kilometers away from here..." She uttered fastening her seatbelt. "Okey then" I said reversing out of the parking lot. Hence, I drove out of the school while we gist. "...actually, my father owns the company" "Wow, that's great" She said swiping through her phone. "My own father is a very crook politician, currently he's the chief of staff of Kogi State governor. Many people hate him" "Kogi State? But why then are you guys living here?" I uttered as I rose one of my eyebrows. "Actually," She cleared her throat and continued. "He divorced my mother" "What?!" I squealed. "Yeah, but he used to take care of us" She said. "He ought to!" I growled. "Yeah" She said. And after that, we both exercised silence until we reached her destination, there she told me to pull over. It was quite a big house. "Thanks for the ride, can you say your number please?" She uttered, hence I gave her my number and she alighted from the car. "See you tomorrow!" "Alright, bye" I smiled and watched as she gently walked into the gate of the house. Cant believe I've got myself a friend on my first day in school. I thought as I drove away, yes... back home. I parked the car in the parking lot and walked straight into the mansion. "Mum, I am back!" I screamed walking upstairs to her room. "Mum, hello!" I opened the door but could not find her. "Mum, where are you?" "She's not around, same as your dad!" A voice bellowed from downstairs, it was nanny Luba. "Are you by any means cognizant of where they went to?" I said walking downstairs to her. She had been my nanny since infancy. "Barely, your mother mentioned Dropflex..." "Dropflex?" I wrinkled my brows. "Wow, that means they ain't coming back anytime soon!" "Yes, I think so" She said and continued. "Let me quickly go and finish cooking lunch, dear" "What? Lunch isn't ready yet?" I squeaked. "Yes, I am sorry wallahi..." She said as I cut in. "It's okey, I can wait" I said with a wink. "Hmm, alright my dear" She turned and left. So I headed back upstairs; to my room and got myself changed into a polo top and jeans trouser. After that I hopped onto my soft bed, switched on my mobile data and logged into my WhatsApp account. Just then, a message from an unknown number bounced in... "Hey, it's me; Qudrah. Save my number!" "Alright, I will ?"  I typed back. And while saving her contact, my door was pushed open and I had to glare at the person. It was my cousin brother, a four years ahead punk who had been living with us ever since he finished his NYSC program. He had started working in my father's company not long ago. "When will you ever learn?" He said with his arms folded across his chest. "Huh, Fatimah?" "About what? Screaming my mother's name whenever I am back from wherever I might have been? Well, this is our house!" I uttered with a hiss. "I can do whatever I want to do" "And it's my uncle's house," He hesitated and continued. "The next time you try that, I will make sure I... You don't wanna know, Fatimah!" He said and then stormed out. Nonsense. I rolled my eyes and returned back to my WhatsApp. Sadly, Qudrah had already went offline leaving a message for me which reads; "Thank you, let me go and eat lunch!" That moment, my belly rumbled reminding me that I was hungry as well but considering the fact that our food wasn't ready yet, I just had to exercise patience. Thus, I chatted with some of my online friends before nanny Luba summoned me. "Lunch is ready!" She uttered. "Alright" I withdrew from the bed and headed downstairs to the dining island. My cousin was already there... and since we weren't friendly I decided to fetch my food and go upstairs to my room. We stopped being friends long time ago. "You still hate me, don't you?" He said and that halted me. "I know you still hate me, Fatimah" "Hate you?" I turned and scoffed. "To say I hate you is an understatement. You shouldn't have even come, Munir. Seeing you makes me to remember what you did to me in the past. You are like the Habib in From The Eyes Of A Spinster, only that your case is less worst!" "Stop comparing me with that rapist!" He said. "As if you're also not a rapist?" I glared at him. "Lower your goddamn voice, I only molested you and I was just a teen" He said gritting his teeth. "What do you expect from a teenager?" "I expect self control!" I squealed. And before I knew it, he had already withdrew from the dining table and swiftly walked towards me. "You want the whole world to know I molested you five years ago, huh? Fine, but if that ends up ruining my wedding with Khadijah I... I will make sure I rape you this time around" He said and I could tell through his eyes that he meant his words. I was tall but he was taller than me. I didn't say anything more to him, I just turned and walked upstairs to my room. I was literally fourteen when he molested me and since then, I hadn't set my foot in their domicile again talk more of spending a night there. I was cautious. •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Written by; Muhammad Abubakar (KingMoha) Hello everyone, this book covers a lot of things – acts of misconduct which I would like us to know their repercussions. 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*I AM ABLE* Chapter 4 Yusuf. While driving Adnan home he decided to drop in BeePrime GameSpot, it was our usual place of playing both offline and online games like GTA 5, RDR 2, FIFA and so on. After dropping him there and was about driving home he persuaded me to play some games with him first. "Look Adnan, I'm very tired, I need to..." "Rest? Well, you can do that after we are done playing GTA online, okey? Come on, BigSnow" He uttered with a wink. BigSnow was my user I.D in all the online games I had registered on. "Okey then, fine!" I said alighting from my car. "Yes!" He joyfully uttered. We went into the GameSpot, played for more than one hour until my phone began ringing. It was my mother, the only person that cared about me in our house. "Hey man, I gotta go. My mum is calling me" I said as I stood from where I was sitting in, it was a swivel chair designated for gamers. There was 200 more. "Gosh, okey see you tomorrow!" Adnan said. "Alright then" We shook hands and I left. "Come back home!" My mother said as soon as I picked the call, hence unhesitatingly ended it. When I reached home, I was surprised to see my mother waiting for me in the compound. Thus, I walked to her and asked her what was wrong but her emotion couldn't let her speak. It took me forever to overwhelm her to speak. "Your dean called, that you harassed him" She said looking me straight into the eyes. "Why?" "Harass him? No!" I squealed. "We only..." "Come on, please!" She snapped at me. "Mum, I swea..." I was saying when she cut in. "Tomorrow, go to his office and apologise else you would be expelled!" She said heading to the mansion. She hadn't been this upset with me except my elder sister since they hardly get along. My sister was only loyal to our father... Well, I trailed my mother with the intention of explaining everything to her but as soon as she stepped into her room she shut the door on my face. "Mum, please I just want to explain eve..." "Do that after apologising to your dean tomorrow, Yusuf!" She snapped at me. "Okey, mum!" I sighed leaving her doorway.  And just as I gently stepped into my room I caught my elder sister tempering with my stuffs. "What the fuck are you doing in my room?" I queried making her to tremble. "Oh, ehm... Actually," She cleared her throat and continued. "I am looking for some files"  "Files? What files again, for God's sake? Didn't I handed over everything to you?" I said angrily. Of course I had already handed over all the fucking company files to her the day she took away my position from me, which files was she then looking for? My credentials, medical reports or what? She must literally be drunk! "Yes, you submitted the files but..." She stammered as I vehemently intruded. "Get out of my room!" I yelled at her. "Are you talking to me?" She asked surprised. "No, I am talking to myself!" I hissed at queried "Hmm, wonderful my baby bro" She clapped as she walked over to me. "You sound just like our mother. Both of you are something else!" "I will..." I said almost slapping her when something told me not to, so I let it slide. "Au, mari na da kaso kayi? You should have slapped me ai, since you don't have respect. Dan Allah gafara!" She pushed me and left. That was my sister, Jasraa Dolari. She senior me with five years, meaning she was now 26 years old but you would never see it in her body except her face. She had obtained both her first and second Degree overseas in Nile University. She studied pure Political Science. The following day, I went straight to the dean and apologised for transgressing my limit the other day even though I didn't really harassed him as he falsely told my mother. After that, I checked the timetable and noticed it had been changed, hence I wasn't having any lecture at the moment till in the next three hours. I didn't even know when I hissed, and as soon as I was about turning to leave my eyes landed on the 100 level girl I met a day prior, the one that lend me her pen. She was swiftly walking closer, perhaps to check the timetable as well. Today, she was wearing a dark blue jeans and a red polo top while covering her head down to her chest with a black veil. She literally looked so hot even though her chest barely had what it takes to lure men. I pity her future husband! Immediately she approached the notification board she pretended as if she didn't even see me at all. Thus, she traced the 100 Level time table and then snapped it with her big Galaxy Tab before turning to leave. Just then, I called her name. Of course I didn't forget her name... "Fatimah Bulama" I said laying emphasis on her surname. Actually, Bulama wasn't new to me. I knew a company with the same name, it was one of our rival companies here in Minna. She stopped but didn't turn to me. I really had this hope that she would turn but guess what? She walked away and I didn't chase her. What would I even do with her? I dealt with chubby and hot girls, the ones with ample breasts and beautiful faces not her. I just wanted us to be friends. Hmm, friends? Hell no! I just wanted... "Another victim?" A voice pulled me out of my trance, it was Azimah and she was with my ex. "Excuse me?" I glared at her. "Why staring at the innocent girl?" She said. "And how's that your problem?" I queried "My problem is what you did to Karimah isn't good. I know she's not the first but..." She was saying when Karimah extricated from her grip and left the scene with her books. "Why, Yusuf? Why are you destroying girls' lives dan Allah?" "Destroying? I never raped a girl before, I only used to ask for it and if they give me that's all" I uttered looking straight into her wide eyes. "And after getting it that's all?" She said. "Yes, that's all" I muttered. "You are second to the devil!" She yelled at me. "Why not devil himself?" I said slipping my hands into my pockets with a broad smile. "Fool!" She said and left. I didn't say anything more, I only turned and left as well. I had wanted going back home before my lecture time but decided to just go to the cafeteria and eat since I hadn't eaten at home before coming. There was this eatery in the place called L-Spot, with the L standing for lovers. It was my favourite place of eating... Just as I began taking my breakfast my phone beeped, it was a text message from Adnan and he was looking for me. "Come to L-Spot, fool!" I texted him and patiently waited for his reply. "Shege, ni koh?" He texted back. "Eh!" I texted again with a smirk. "Don't worry, I am coming" He texted back. "Duh!" I texted again. •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Written by; Muhammad Abubakar (KingMoha)

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*I AM ABLE* Chapter 5 — Fatimah. Today, my timetable said I had lecture by ten in the morning but while snoring after having prayed Fajr, Qudrah called and informed me that the timetable had been totally changed and that the new lecture time was eight dot. I was astounded, thus I withdrew from my bed and got myself prepared for school. The time now was quarter to eight, meaning I was about to be late. But why would they even change the timetable without notifying us? At least a text! I was so angry, the new timetable had ruined my morning sleep which would have given me more strength and ability to concentrate during lectures. Now what? I hissed and got myself prepared for school as fast as I could. After having done that I took my car key and G Tab before biding my mother goodbye and driving to school. As soon as I parked my car in the faculty's parking lot, I headed to the department to check the new timetable even though I was few minutes late already. I just wanted to be sure I wasn't fed the wrong news. While walking towards the notification board my eyes landed on the annoying guy that I met yesterday, the one that overtook me and also borrowed my pen. Yes, it was the so called Yusuf Dolari. I could remember seeing him writing his name in Dr. Marwan's attendance list yesterday.  Today he was wearing a very tight black longsleeve T-shirt and a very blue jeans which actually fitted him. He was fair, hence black and blue suited him quite alright. Hey, why on earth was I even complementing him? I took my eyes off him, thence skimmed the notification board. Immediately I saw the new timetable I lifted my Tab and snapped it. Today I decided to bring my Galaxy Tab since I was unable to buy another pen yesterday and I wouldn't have time to buy it before our lecture time. All these while, Yusuf had been staring at me – I could feel it, but I pretended as if I did not even know he was... standing right there. And just as I turned about leaving the place he called my name making me to halt. Was he trying to hand me over my pen? I thought, not moving an inch. And what on earth would I even do with the pen again? I would use my Tab for today's lectures and then buy new pen later on. I concluded and left praying he shouldn't call me again. I was scared of him, very handsome but had ruined himself! The lecture was taking place in Hall C5, with just few students. I knew many would miss it, especially those that didn't have someone like Qudrah to call and tell them the time table has been changed. I took permission before walking into the class. The lecturer was a very beautiful woman, and she talked like an American. Was she an African – American? Practically, she had their accent, you know? Qudrah gestured me to come sit close to her, she had secured a seat for me in the front. I nodded and walked straight to where she was and sat close to her. "Morning" I whispered into her ear while wearing a broad smile. "Morning" She whispered back. Judging from her jotter, they weren't far so I concentrated on the lecture and as soon as the lecturer was done she asked if we had any question to ask and I stretched up my hand. "Yes, what's your question?" She said. "Actually," I said standing up to my feet. "I just want to add up to... to your explanation about Business Finance. Do I have your permission?" "Add up to my explanation?" She smirked at me. "I am sorry, but I have said it all already" Seeing how angry she was, I nodded my head with a smile and sat down on my seat. "Thank you, ma" I cheerfully said swallowing my idea. "You're welcome" She said about leaving the hall with her laptop in her hand when she turned to me. "And lest I forget, I don't like late coming in my class. Next time, stay outside... and not just you, everyone that falls victim" With that, she smiled and left leaving us with our mouths agape. "This woman is so mean" Qudrah said returning her jotter into her bag. "And aloof" I added swiping through my Tab. "Yes, and that reminds me" Qudrah said as she brought out her jotter again. "Here, snap what we did" She handed over the jotter to me, as if she knew I was technically just about asking. "Thank you, dear..." I said and gently snapped the things I had missed concerning the lecture. We headed out of the hall and I asked her how she knew about the new timetable. Was she called and apprised just like she called me? If yes, by who then? We both technicality knew, presently, I was her only friend. And unless she knew about the timetable since yesterday then I suspect she came as early as possible but why? After knowing our lecture wasn't early morning in the old timetable, why come early? "You are asking too much, Fatimah" She said. "I... I just want to know why you'd chose to come as early as possible, though it helped both of us. I just want to know why" I said. "You will know someday" She said and ended the topic. "I am feeling hungry, mu je eatery" "I also didn't eat before coming" I said. And together, with went to the cafeteria. While searching for the perfect restaurant for us, my eyes landed on a big eatery with a big L-Spot standing just by its roof. And without even a second thought I dragged Qudrah and I there, not because of anything but because it looked appealing to my eyes. I liked the decorations. Just as we walked inside, Qudrah cleared her throat an uttered "Wow, wow, and also wow!"  "Wow is right" I uttered looking around. "It's really awe..." I couldn't complete my words when my eyes landed on Yusuf, he was sitting with a guy – perhaps his friend. And judging from all indication, they really had devoured whatever they might have came for already.  "Lets go over there and sit" Qudrah uttered heading to an empty table. I trailed her with Yusuf's eyes not moving an inch from me. As soon as we sat down, that was when Qudrah saw him. She tapped me and then gestured to me to look at him. I only smiled and told her I knew about his presence already. The waiter came and respectively handed the menus to us. "I want just coffee and burger" I said handing back the menu to him. "Make it quick, please" "Okey, ma" The waiter said waiting for Qudrah. "Samosa and a cup of tea. Add lot of milk and also ginger" She handed back the menu to him. "Okey, right away..." He said and left. Just then, Qudrah reminded me about Yusuf. He was looking towards us and I was literally uncomfortable already. "Lets just ignore him, if he gets tired he will take off his gaze" I said. "Ignore him? No, I like him" She said. "You are playing with fire" I cautioned her. "As if you know him" She huffed looking back at him. "I love his sexy eyes, nose infact I love everything about him. He's so perfect wallahi" "Mtsww" Was all I could utter to her. As soon as we were served we ate quietly to our satisfaction. It was after we were done we realised Yusuf and his friend had already left.  "Where are they?" Qudrah asked scrutinising. "Do I know?" I rolled my eyes. She didn't say anything again, she summoned the waiter about paying her bills when I told her not to worry. I gave him my ATM card and he charged us using their POS. After that, we headed out of the restaurant. Qudrah couldn't stop looking around, I had to ask her what really was wrong with her. She must be sick! "You won't understand, Fatimah. That guy is just unique, I'd like to be his friend" She said. "Huh?" I uttered with my mouth agape. "Hmm, forget it kawai" She said and then continued. "Lets go and wait for our next lecture, I don't like missing the first seats" That was how we went back to the department and waited for our last lecture. After that, we went to my car and I drove her home before driving myself back home. Just as I stepped my foot in our sitting room I found my father yelling at my cousin brother, Munir in anger. "And how did the fire even started? You were supposed to be in the factory taking care of things on my behalf but you left to God knows where, and now my cement factory is gone!" He said and continued. "But you will see!"  Our cement factory is what? I had puzzled. I so much wanted to ask but who was I to do that? I was nothing but a child whose father didn't like her, whose father didn't want to hear her voice, whose father wished she wasn't born! As soon as he noticed my presence he glared at me and walked upstairs to his side. Munir, however hissed and left as well. Now what? I headed upstairs to my mother's room and saw her making video call with Umm Salmah, the wife of the Defence Minister. She was her best friend. Just as I was about turning to leave I heard her said "I am sorry for the fire outbreak, wallahi I was shocked when I saw the news in the morning. I am so sorry..." "Don't be, it's a test from Allah which I clearly understand. And by the way, we have another cement factory in Suleja" My mother uttered.  "That is good. So, how is Fatimah and her school? Sun fara koh?" The woman asked. "Fatimah is fine, sun ma fara lectures already" My mother said and turned to me. "Zo nan..." No argument, I walked closer to her and sat on her bed. Thus, I greeted the woman via video call and she asked about my faculty and department before saying her nephew was studying in the same department with me. "What is his name and level?" I asked. "Adnan, and I think he's in 200level" She said. ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••  Written by; Muhammad Abubakar (KingMoha)

Let see how things unfold.

Qudrah should not let her likeness for yusuf get too deep cos he'll just use and dump her..

Ok

Continue please

*I AM ABLE* Chapter 6 Yusuf. Yesterday Adnan met me in L-Spot, together we ate breakfast and waited patiently for our lecture time. While waiting, Fatimah and her chubby friend arrived. I couldn't take my eyes off them because I was so surprised, I never thought they would be there. I stared at them as they ordered for food, glanced at me and then smiled while they talk with each other. "You know them?" Adnan asked. "Of course, yes. They are in 100 Level. I met them in that fool's fucking lecture" I uttered. "Dr Marwan?" He smirked. "Just because you got his carryover doesn't mean he's a fool..." "And just because you didn't get his carryover doesn't mean he's not a fool" I snapped at him. "Hmm, okey" He said checking his wristwatch with his wide eyes. "Time's almost up, lets go" "Come on, we still have 20 minutes more" I said as I checked my own time and then glanced at Fatimah. "Lets wait, Adnan..." "Oh, is it about those girls?" Adnan shook his head. "Yusuf, man, it's high time you repent" "You won't understand, but you should know that I am not after anything from them. In fact, I don't have business with that chubby girl – it's the dark one, there is something special about her and I am yet to find out" I uttered.  "Wow, you mean you love her?" He asked. "What? I never say that!" I glared at him. "Sounds interesting, after all she's beautiful" He said turning to her. "She's slim like you but dark, though not so dark. Yusuf, I cant really imagine the beautiful children she will giv..."   I didn't wait for him to complete his words when I stood and left the eatery. He was so damn annoying, I wonder what gave him the impression that Fatimah and I could make a great couple. Was he sick or something? He must be nuts! Maybe he even liked her... "Yusuf, wait for me!" He uttered from behind. I didn't say anything to him, I kept walking until he caught up with me. "Come on my guy, I was only joking but seriously she's really beautiful" "Court her" I said not looking at him. "Hmm, you sure about this?" He said. And that was when I finally realised he loved her. I stopped and looked deep into his eyes. "Damn sure, but I know she won't even accept you. She despise me because I smoke, and you know a friend of a thief is also a thief" I said. "Not in this case, because I don't look like a smoker..." He uttered triggering my wrath. "Get out of my sight!" I pushed him away and walked away. I could hear him shouting my name but I pretended deaf ears. I was angry. After our lectures, I was the first to leave the hall. I drove home without biding any of my friends goodbye. Immediately I was home, I parked my car in the parking lot and walked into the mansion. It was a celebration galore and when I managed to ask my sister she said; "One of our rivals lost their factory to inferno" "And you are celebrating?" I puzzled. "Yes, or do you want us to mourn?" She said. Just then, my father called me. They were five in the dining area, my mother was there and also two of our relatives, Asad and Abdullah. "Your sister has led us to victory!" My father said gulping his juice. "Finally, we are gonna take over the cement market for good before Bulama Cooperation regain its full strength" I was speechless so I couldn't say anything, and by looking at my mother's face I knew wasn't happy as well. She gestured to me to sit and I obeyed. Just then, my sister served me some fruits before fetching rice for me in a plate. As soon as she was done she sat close to me. Judging from the way she was looking at me I knew something wasn't right, so I didn't eat the food. I only stood and left. "Yusuf!" I heard her calling my name but I kept walking until I was finally in my room. Thus, she walked in as well. "What is wrong with you? This is our victory!" "Victory?" I glared at her. "This is mayhem!" "No... not at all" She walked closer to me. "It is only jealousy that will make you see it that way, and do you even know what? Dad said I have finally convinced him that only me can lead our company to victory and that soon, he will handover the overall company to meee!" "Get out of my room!" I yelled at her. "Hmm, baby bro you will never understand until you are left with nothing in this house" She said with a mischievous smile and left. That moment, I just found myself in a state of distress. What had my sister turned herself into? Oh Allah, I was a bad person but not a devil. My sister had totally changed, infact the way she used to look at me these days I was beginning to think she was planning to kill me. And about the Bulama cement factory, how did it happened? I wallowed before walking to my laptop in my study table and exploring the internet. As soon as I typed Bulama Factory on Google, the news flooded my screen. I clicked on DailyTrust's site and other few sites I could trust before finally realising the fire wasn't natural, someone must have set it on.  But who could that be? And how could that be possible? Wasn't the factory secured? I kept asking myself series of questions before slumber overtook me. There, with my head on my study table I slept. And when I wokeup, it was already Isha. It was surprising how time fly these days. I went to the bathroom, performed ablution and expiated my missed prayers before eventually observing Isha. The next day, I wokeup so hungry. I didn't wait for our cook to finish cooking, I went directly to the kitchen and took three apples and ate. As satisfied as I was I went and prepared for school. Today was Wednesday, Dr. Marwan's carryover course again. The timetable said we had him twice, Monday and Wednesday – all as early as possible. Thus, I took my new jotter and pen from the bedside drawer and just as I was about leaving my eyes landed on Fatimah's pen, I smiled and left it there. "Open the gate, hurry up!" I said to our gateman and when he did, I drove off. Just as I stepped my foot in the hall through the back door, Dr Marwan bounced in through the front door. I didn't want him to see me but he saw me anyway and gave me a warning sign with his index finger not to dare sit in the back seat. I nodded my head and moved to an empty seat in the middle. When the lecture began, some guys in my back began murmuring. I tried to endure it but when I couldn't, I turned and yelled at them to stop. "Yusuf, come over here" Dr Marwan with his annoying voice said while on the stage. "Come and sit in the front, where I can see you well" "Ahh!" I groaned standing to my feet. "Yes, don't waste our time" He said. "Shit!" I muttered and gently walked to the front. The seats were occupied, I wondered who he would send away this time around. "You!" He uttered pointing at someone, and when I turned to the person I found out it was Fatimah. "Go to where he stood from, please"  "Alright sir" She said about standing up when I squealed like someone that was bitten so hard. "No, this isn't right!" I said. "What is not right, Yusuf?" Dr Marwan said. "The fact that she came so early just to sit in the front and now you are sending her to the back, it is not right at all sir!" I sadly uttered. Just then he took of his eye glass and glared at me. "Go back to your seat and meet me after this lecture" He said returning back his glass. After the lecture, I went to his office and he expressed how unhappy he was with me even though I was saying the truth. He said a lot to me before finally warning me not to mess up in his class again or else automatic carryover. "Thank you sir, and I won't mess up in your class again sir!" I said and he dismissed me. As soon as I walked out of his office which was in the department, I spotted Fatimah and Adnan talking in the rest area. I didn't know how and why, I only found myself dragging Adnan with me into ACC Class which was empty... "What the hell?!" Adnan pulled away. "What is wrong with you, Yusuf? Just tell me dan Allah!" And that was when I came back to my senses, I gulped and watched him as he kept yelling at me to tell him what exactly was wrong with me but I kept quiet until something came into my mind, a big fat lie. "I have repent" I said. "Repent?" He said dropping his jaw. "Does this mean you will never ever again in your life commit Zina or even smoke and drink again?" "No, I mean..." I was saying when he cut in. "Thank you, thank you!" He embraced me. Fuck! I nearly screamed because I never said I quited all that. I only said I repented and it could mean from anything or even nothing! ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••  Written by; Muhammad Abubakar (KingMoha)

*I AM ABLE* Chapter 7 Fatimah. Today I woke up in the early morning because I was having Dr Marwan's lecture again. And while driving to school I bought some snacks and a coca cola along the way.  When I arrived at our lecture venue, I met Qudrah and few other students already in the hall. Qudrah waved at me to come and sit close to her, she had secured a seat for me already in the front like she always used to do. She was a good somebody, she didn't like coming late as well. "Good morning" I said working closer to her. She was wearing a black jallabiya today with a qhimar, she looked great because black fitted her. She was very fair, but not as fair as Yusuf.  "Morning, Teemah" She said taking her bag from the seat she secured for me. "How are you and your night? I hope you slept well?" "I am fine Qudy, and yes... Alhamdulillah I slept well. How family? Hope suna lafiya?" I uttered. "They are fine o..." She said and just then Dr Marwan bounced in with his bag and laptop. The first thing he did just after dropping his bag and laptop on the podium was point his index finger to the back like a warning sign at somebody, and when we turned to that somebody we found out it was Yusuf. I was astounded, why were they always acting like cat and mouse? I asked myself knowing fully I didn't know the answer. What I learnt was that somehow, they knew each other for long. "Good Morning class" He greeted us and thus we responded before the lecture began. He connected his laptop with a projector and started with introduction. Just then, we heard someone yelling from behind. It was Yusuf, and he was shouting at some students. That moment, I couldn't help but to ask myself what kind of a child he was. I pitied his future wife. "Yusuf, come over here" Dr Marwan said to him and continued. "Come and sit in the front, where I can see you well". He seemed sad. "Ahh!" Yusuf stood to his feet. Just then, I turned my face away. "Yes, don't waste our time" Dr Marwan said. "Shit!" I heard Yusuf uttered and immediately he reached where we were in the front line Dr Marwan pointed at me and ask me to go back. "Alright sir" I said without objecting even though I was so hurt beyond imagination. "No, this isn't right!" Yusuf uttered as soon as I was about standing to my feet. I was puzzled, his sudden utterance baffled me to the core that I couldn't even withdraw to my feet again. "What is not right, Yusuf?" Dr Marwan said. "The fact that she came so early just to sit in the front and now you are sending her to the back, it is not right at all sir!" Yusuf uttered. "Go back to your seat and meet me after this lecture" Dr Marwan said and then continued with his lecture. I knew he wasn't happy at all. After the lecture, Qudrah and I walked out of the hall with the intention of going home but something came up, call of nature and so Qudrah ran to the faculty's toilet. Perhaps she had eaten too much, yes she was chubby and we all know how good chubby people are in eating. They love food a lot, they are glutton. But don't mind me please, not all the chubby people. In fact, Munir – my cousing was slim but he was a certified glutton. He could eat thrice what I would eat in the dining area yet he hadn't grow any fat. I used to be surprised, wasn't he supposed to be fat? Well, it doesn't actually work that way and being fat doesn't really make one a glutton. Some fat people might not even finish half the meal I used to eat, so don't say I say fat people are gluttons. While patiently waiting for Qudrah in the faculty's rest area, I decided to fetch and eat the snacks I bought while on my way to school. I took my bag about unzipping it when a shadow clouded me. It was strange, and in bewilderment I rose my head and found a handsome guy standing in front of me with a broad smile. His face looked familiar, but I couldn't really recall where I saw him before. "Mind if I join you?" He said and all I could do was to nod. "Thank you." He sat close to me. I wanted to eat before but promptly changed my mind, not close to a stranger, not close to this one in particular. We stayed there in total silence before he later cleared his throat, "Are you done with your lecture already?" He said. "Yes" I said not looking at him, although his fragrance was drawing my attention to him. "My name is Adnan, we once met in L-Spot. I was with Yusuf, do you remember?" He said. Just then, I mustered courage and turned to him. Indeed he was the same guy I saw with Yusuf but he had changed to me. Sometimes, outfits could change people. "Do you reme...?" "Yes, but I have not seen you in any of our classes. Or was I not noticing you?" I said. "You won't see me because I don't have any carryover, only Ayman does and just one. Moreover, we are in 200 Level" He uttered. What? I nearly blurted out. No wonder, Yusuf knew Dr Marwan so very well and perhaps the carryover of a thing was why they were always acting cat and mouse during lectures. Alas, it wouldn't be easy carrying over a course at all. "That's pathetic" I huffed. "Yes, but do you know where he is right now? I called him but he didn't pick my call" He said. "That office over there" I pointed at it. "Dr Marwan's office?" He asked. "Yes" I nodded. "Okey, let me wait for him" He said pulling out his phone from his pocket. "I love horror films" I didn't say anything to him, I just wanted him to leave but wait a second. Yesterday Hajiya Umm Salmah apprised me about her nephew, Adnan. She also mentioned 200 level. Could it be that he was the one sitting right next to me? Maybe I should ask him, but in a tactical way. "Do you have someone with the name Umm Salmah in your family?" I said staring at him.  "Umm Salmah?" He said and smiled. "Yes" "How does she really look like?" I asked. "So tall, chubby, fair, has prayer mark and her husband is the minister of defence" He said. Thus, I smiled knowing that he was the Adnan. "Why did you asked, do you know my Aunt?" "She's my mother's friend, she told me about you yesterday on Skype" I said heaving a sigh. "Wow, seems we are..." He hesitated. Just then, Yusuf appeared from nowhere and dragged him away from the bench. I was very surprised, when did Yusuf left Dr Marwan's office and why did he did what he just did? I asked myself knowing fully I didn't have the answers. The class they entered was ACC class, I so much wanted to know what was happening but did it even concerned me?  I unzipped my bag and brought out my snacks together with the can coke I bought. Just as I began eating while waiting for Qudrah, Adnan came out of the ACC class together with Yusuf while smiling broadly. That moment, my heart began beating fast. Yusuf is a bad guy, does that mean Adnan is a bad guy as well? I asked myself. And what did they talked about me? "Hey, is everything okey?" Adnan uttered the moment he came back. He left Yusuf behind. "Ye... es" I stuttered looking at Yusuf from afar whose face was frowned like an angry bird. "Okey, can I have your number? Yusuf and I are having lecture right now" Adnan asked. "Sure" I said and gave him my number. "Thank you" He said about leaving when he turned back and took one of my snacks. "I hope it is not an offence, princess Fatimah?" His words made me to chuckle. "Who told you I am a princess? I am not a princess" I uttered. "To me you are a princess" He said eating the snack. And as soon as he was about uttering another word Yusuf yelled at him not to waste their time. "I will call you sooner or later, dear" "Okey" I nodded and watched as the left. After eating my snacks, I turned around looking for Qudrah but she was nowhere to be found. I dialed her number, it rang nearly five times before she picked up and then asked me to go home that she was taking care of something. Her voice didn't seem right but I did not ask her anything. I only headed to the parking lot, hopped into my car and drove back home. •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Written by; Muhammad Abubakar (KingMoha)

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*I AM ABLE* Chapter 8 Yusuf. Ever since I gave Adnan a go ahead to court Fatimah, he had always been disturbing her with calls. I know I didn't love her but to tell you the truth I was already beginning to be jealous. Don't ask me why, I also didn't know! On my part, however I couldn't quit smoking but I had minimised the amount of beer I used to consume. And about women, forgive me but I didn't really think I would stop as of now. If I ever had the chance, I would definitely do it. Please don't blame me, blame my evil family. The more my father and sister put pressure on me, the temeritous I become. I didn't want this life but what could I do? I was already getting used to it, people should know this by now. Yesterday was fresher's orientation day, and in the night a party was thrown in Eko Hotel. I was there and I had fun with lot of my friends except Adnan whom was somehow devout, and even more godfearing ever since he met Fatimah. Both of them didn't attend the party but Fatimah's friend was there. Yes, Qudrah... or what was that even her name? She was there and in my presence some guys got her very drunk and took her to the top floor. Actually, no guy would see a girl like Qudrah in such a place and let her be. She looked so hot in her outfit. Wallahi the moment I saw her in the club I knew she would certainly be deflowered if she was still virgin. I was in the bar when she came with a smile and picked a conversation with me. We greeted and the next thing I told her was "Go home" but as stubborn as she was, she refused to adhere. So I left the bar with a bottle of beer because the more I looked at her; the more I felt horny. She was wearing an indecent outfit and I was literally scared of having her, what if Fatimah learnt I used her friend? She would never forgive me. Fatimah was a girl I never met before, she was special and even though she didn't used to look sexy or hot in whatever dress she might be in she was still special to me and I didn't know why. Having Qudrah means infuriating Fatimah. The girl I had that night instead was a very young girl and I regretted it afterwards. It wasn't my fault though, she was the one that approached me while I was dancing with a bottle of beer in my hand. She asked me to give her the beer and I shook my head. "Girl, you are too young" I said going through her body with my eyes. She was so hot and had ample bosoms. Even God knew I loved big bosoms. "I am 18!" She screamed due to the music that was booming in the hall. "Please, give me the..." "Okey, okey!" I said handing the beer to her.  "Thank you" She took it to her fill and then dropped it on the floor. The next thing she began doing was acting weirdly, and that was how I took her to the top floor and did what I had in mind. It wasn't with her consent because she wasn't in her senses, this means I had raped her. For the first time in my life I had raped someone. I was so sad that I dropped N50,000 cash close to her and left. The following day I couldn't wake up in time so I missed Dr Marwan's lecture. I had to go to his office and explain myself to him and when I did, he told me only those that went to the party missed his lecture and he would deal with them. He had given a test and that would be his only test for the semester. I was shocked, I implored him but he said nothing will make him give another test. I was stuck there when Qudrah and some 100level students came as well. "All of you, get out of my office!" He said. We left his office looking at each other like owls, 8 girls and 3 boys with me included. Immediately we stepped out of his office I saw Fatimah and Adnan waiting outside, they weren't happy as well. Fatimah glared at me before embracing Qudrah who was already in tears. "Man, I am sorry" Adnan said embracing me. "I fucked up again" I whispered into his ear. "Yeah, I know" He said averting from me. Just then, Dr Marwan came out of his office and yelled at us to leave the premises before he lose his temper on us. Well, we did as he said with Fatimah glaring at me as if I was the one that invited her friend to the party. We headed to the rest area and sat there together with other students. Some left the faculty while some hanged around. I sat on the same bench with Adnan while Fatimah sat with Qudrah. "Did he invited you there?" Fatimah asked Qudrah, I knew the HE she was talking about so I wasn't confused at all. "Was he the one?"  "No," Qudrah sniffed. "It was my own choice" "Okey" Fatimah suspended the anger in her face and continued. "Now I think it is clear to you as to why school partying isn't good, it was even a simple test. He only asked us the definition of Business Administration kawai" Qudrah didn't stop crying, I knew she wasn't crying because of the test we both missed but because of what happened in the club which, presently, only me knew about it. I only stayed mute while Fatimah kept preaching to her... "Just keep praying, maybe he will give another test next week. Crying won't solve anything, as you can see some people aren't even worried at all" Fatimah glanced at me. "Although they are literally used to failing their courses already..." I didn't say anything to her despite knowing she was ironically referring to me. Yes, she had every damn reason to hate me and say whatever she wish. After all, I was a bad guy or wasn't I? She might've heard a lot about me from people or even from her boyfriend, Adnan. Was he even her boyfriend? Whatever the case might be I would deal with him later. ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••  Written by; Muhammad Abubakar (KingMoha)

This Yusuf should mind his business na Shebi he she (Fatimah) is not his type

Hmm, Qudrah, maybe Qudrah is facing challenges at home thats why she always leave early for school to enjoy the ambiance of the school .. I think Yusuf Dolari meeting Fatimah Bulama is auspicious for both of them.. Yusuf could become a better person because of Fatimah while Fatimah on the other hand could gain the trust of her dad consequently.. Its obvious that Yusuf's sister had a hand in the inferno at Bulama's factory

Why is Qudrah crying naw?? shebi she was the one dat dressed to call attention..then attention found her and maybe popped her cherry,now she is crying Mtchewwww...

Carry on

@henrymary well done oo

*I AM ABLE* Chapter 9 Fatimah. As promised, Adnan called me while I was in my room preparing to sleep. He seemed good, he even asked me to try performing ablution and make sure I pray before sleeping. I wasn't used to performing ablution... but that day, I did it before sleeping. In the morning, his call woke me up and when I picked up he greeted me and told me to pray. I was so very happy.  And that was how our life together continued, we became so close to each other as time went by and I saw him only like a biological brother I never had. He provided me with all his past handouts and other necessary materials that I should study ahead of my lecturers. I thanked him and he told me, "No thanks between us". Yesterday our department held an orientation for us; the freshers and I was happy because I learned a lot. We were told how to live a very successful academic life and so on. They also shared us bulky novels concerning the evil of cultism, dating and also school partying. Also, the head of our department (H.O.D) gave us a guideline pertaining to progressive learning and encouraged us to be very hardworking. The orientation ended so well and I drove back home leaving Qudrah with some of our friends to enjoy their picture snapping. Immediately I was home, Adnan called and asked if I had heard anything about orientation party which would take place in one Eko Hotel later in the evening and I told him NO. Just then he sighed in relief and begged me not to attend to any party if invited. Hence, I smiled and told him not to attend to any party if invited as well. We talked for nearly an hour before we bade each other goodnight. If only Yusuf could be as good as Adnan, maybe I wouldn't see him the way I was seeing him right now. You know, no matter how bad your habit is if you are a good person people will at least like you one way or the other. If I was to compare Yusuf and Adnan in handsomeness, we all know who the winner would be. Yusuf was more handsome and fair. The following day was Dr Marwan's lecture again. After taking my breakfast I took my bag about biding my mother goodbye when my father called my name. In bewilderment I turned and answered his call. "Na'am, Daddy" "Are you coming back early today?" He asked. "Eh, In Shaa Allah" I said imagining how gently he spoke to ME, Fatimah! And since when did he even cared about me? Well, ever since he lost his factory he hadn't really been himself. "Okey, if you come back we will go to my old factory and then to the other one in Suleja..." He uttered in what seemed like a whisper. In my mind, I was thinking how comes? Didn't he disliked me? But the smile on my mother's face proved she was behind it, she wanted me to go along with them. "Okey dad, I won't stay long. Sai na dawo..." I bade them goodbye and left to school with a broad smile on my face. It had been long since my father talked to me, and now that he asked me to go on a ride with him I was so very happy. My happiness knew no boundary, did you even see the way he was looking at me? He couldn't maintain his gaze. Today the class was scanty, even Dr Marwan was so surprised. "Where are the rest of the class?" He queried us. "Am I not asking you?" "Parte after Parte!" A guy from the back said. "Can you explain that to me?" Dr Marwan said. "They went to orientation party yesterday's night" The guy uttered making some of our colleagues to glare at him. "What? Am I not saying the truth?!" He yelled at a guy very close to him who was whispering words to him. "Kai, leave me alone fa. It's the plain truth!" "It's okey, please!" Dr Marwan chimed in. "I always knew some fools would attend that party. Kindly tear a sheet of paper, lets write a test!" "No sir!" A girl screamed. "Not all of them went to the party. Some are sick since yesterday, sir" "They should come with a valid medical report to me in my office, and if wallahi I find out they are lying I will deal with them" Dr Marwan said. Just then, he asked us to define Business Administration and submit our papers. We were all surprised, such a simple question? After the test he collected our papers one after the other and folded them into his bag. I was so unhappy even though I wrote the test. Yes, unhappy because Qudrah didn't write the test and also Yusuf whom I only pitied because he was a friend to Adnan, my very best friend. "If your friends arrived, tell them not to set their feet in my office!" Dr Marwan said and unhesitatingly left the lecture hall. Thus, while some of our colleagues decided to verbally attack the guy that unveiled the party stuff, I took my phone and dialed Qudrah's number. It rang but she didn't pick, I thought she was still sleeping but as soon as I called her again she picked up and told me she was already in the department. That was how I walked out and met her with other students heading towards Dr Marwan's office. They were somewhat sad. Yusuf was in the forefront. I watched as he led the rest of the students to the office's door and asked them to wait for him outside. Well, they did as he said after all he and the lecturer were like Tom and Jerry. Just as I was watching them from afar with my arms folded across my chest, someone greeted me from behind. It wasn't just someone but Adnan, my best friend. We greeted and he asked what was going on. That was when I narrated almost everything to him. He wasn't happy as well. "Yusuf will never change" He muttered and then continued. "Was he the one that invited Qudrah? Do you know about it beforehand?" "Wallahi Adnan I don't know" I heaved a sigh. "I did not even know she attended the party" "It's okey, dear. Lets move closer to them" He said adjusting the backpack he was wearing. "Okey" I muttered. Immediately we began moving closer to them they started storming into Dr Marwan's office individually. And before we knew it, they had all been sent out including Yusuf who entered before them. Qudrah and few others began crying, and as soon as we arrived there I embraced her and started cuddling her. I didn't blame her, she was a serious student. No matter what, someone must have invited her to the party. Someone I suspected was Yusuf. I gulped glaring at him as he walked gently and hugged Adnan. Just then, Dr Marwan came out and asked all of us to leave his premises. No argument, we left there to the rest area and settled down. I tried all my best to stop Qudrah from crying but she was stubborn, I had to ask her what really was wrong with her because I doubted if losing the test was why she was weeping. She didn't say anything. At long last, Adnan told me to drive her home which I humbly did. After all, we were done with the lecture we had for the day. I pulled over infront of their gate and she stormed out of my car without a word and headed to their house. ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••  Written by; Muhammad Abubakar (KingMoha)

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*I AM ABLE* Chapter 10 Yusuf. After so much drama with Dr Marwan, I was finally home. Could you believe despite wasting my time by staying till evening and helping him with his bag to the parking lot he still refused to reconsider me? I wonder what kind of heartless human being he was. Well, I had given up. If I fail his course again I still had two more years to reseat for it. Smiles! The house was quiet today, the drama queen and our father weren't around. It was only our mother and the maids. After taking shower, I went to the dining room and ate dinner before expiating all the prayers that I had missed. After that, I wore my nightwear about sleeping when my system beeped. It was a notification sound, so I walked over to it and then pulled it open. Hence, I saw an update from DailyTrust.  "Alhaji Bulama of Bulama Cooperation visited burnt down factory with wife, daughter and nephew. — Reported by Khadijah Sa'id Jagaba" I had been investigating on the factory ever since the incidence, which was why I made sure I subscribed to different news sites in order to get all the information I needed. Despite the sleep on my face, I still decided to read more of the news. There was no picture attached to it though, which made the news somehow bored. I wanted to see the face of Alhaji Bulama, how his loss took its toll on him. He was so successful in cement market before, so autocratic but wasn't boastful. "Ever since the Bulama Cooperation's biggest and main factory burnt down into ashes, the company has lose its cement market to its main rival, DAF Limited. People have suspected DAF for Bulama's misfortune but has no credible evidence to prove their accusations yet..." I gulped and continue reading. "However, DAF acting C.E.O, Jasraa Dolari have recently made a tweet on her twitter account saying; 'Condolences to our biggest rival's loss, the Dolari And Family Limited is sad also about it'. She also added her old time picture with the Bulama's nephew saying; 'Once a friend, always a friend. Your loss is also my loss, Munir'..." Just after reading it, I slammed the system and quickly swiped to her Twitter profile with my phone to confirm it. And unfortunately, it was true. I didn't even know when I called her. "Jasraa, why that tweet? You once told me you are over him fa!" I said as soon as she picked the call. "And is he really Bulama's nephew?" "Kai, he's Bulama's nephew for sure. And about our relationship status, he's just a friend right now!" She said and quickly terminated the call. Thus, I found myself mulling over what she said. She was Munir's girlfriend, they did high school together in Capetown and had dated for long before they finally broke up. She vowed not to ever forgive him for what he did to her but here she was, befriending him again... If really Munir was Bulama's nephew, then my sister was up to something. What if she was planing to use him or had already been using him to... wait a minute, the day Bulama lost its factory my sister had jubilated with my father. She said it was a victory, but how? Was she and Munir behind the burnt factory? If yes, how? I huffed leaning my head on the chair's headrest. And that was how I eventually slept. The following day I woke up so exhausted. I went to the bathroom, performed ablution and prayed before taking a warm bath and going to the dining room for breakfast. While we silently eat, my sister kept swiping through her phone until our mother seized it from her and yelled at her. "Haba Jasraa, this is too much!"  "Toh Mommy ina ruwanki? Ni fa kina samun zafi fa. Why are you always disturbing my life ne?" She stood about leaving the dining when our mother halted her and gave her a fine slap. "Ni kike gaya ma ba dadi, Jasraa? I am your mother, don't forget that!" Our mother said. "You're Yusuf's mother not mine!" She said and without hesitation left the dining area in tears. Just then, a fresh argument broke between our father and our mother. The former was trying to defend Jasraa while the latter was trying to prove him wrong. At last, our mother bursted into tears and left the dining island as well. "Yusuf, go and cuddle your mother" He said. "Okey" I stood and headed to her room but it was locked. "Mum, it's me. Open the door..." "No, Yusuf. Please go!" She squealed. "No mum, I am going no where until you open the door for me please..." I kept imploring her until eventually she opened the door for me. I didn't even know when I hugged her. "I am sorry, mum. I couldn't do anything out there" "No, it's okey" She muttered. And as soon as we averted from each other she wiped off her tears and walked me to a couch. "Your father is really spoiling Jasraa, someone that supposed to get married already but look at her, all that she knows is company. What will she tell Allah if she ended up dying this way please Yusuf?" "Hellfire, straight!" I said with a smirk. "Yes, but my daughter will not go to hell. I will try my best and make sure she turns to Allah before it becomes too late for her" She said. "How, mum?" I puzzled. "The same way I will make sure you stop drinking and smoking" She uttered and continued. "Through prayer and fasting" That moment, I felt like I was carrying the whole world on my head. I felt ashamed of myself. Perhaps I should cease looking at people's defects and start looking at mine! ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••  Written by; Muhammad Abubakar (KingMoha)

Ride on.. He has a similas writing pattern to the guy who wrote "Replacement Girl"

Yes, Yusuf, u sef get ur own for body, no be 4 cloth o, 4 body., very interesting.. Ride on

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*I AM ABLE* Chapter 11 Fatimah. After driving Qudrah to their house, I drove home and took a warm shower before changing into another outfit and going downstairs to my parents. They had already prepared. Same as Munir, he was standing close to my father with a black suitcase unyielded in his hand. "Wow, kin hadu" My mother said as she looked me from head to toe. She loved my new outfit. "Thank you, mum" I said while coyly smiling. I thought my father would also comment on the outfit but he didn't say anything, he headed out of the mansion with Munir gently trailing him. "Come here, my baby girl" My mother held my hand, thus we headed out of the mansion too. According to her, we would use my father's limousine to the airport and then board an  AreaShuttle helicopter to our destinations. "Great idea, it would be more faster" I said. "Yeah" She smiled at me. The chauffeur opened the door for us as he did to my father and Munir, hence we both hopped in and settled down. It was a silent drive to the airport, and then we boarded a helicopter to the factory. Before we landed, the helicopter had circled the burnt factory first for me and my mother to have a clear overview of what happened to the factory. "I hope you all have seen the kind of work this bastard did to me?" My father had said while pointing a finger at Munir. "It was all his fault!" "Wallahi uncle Bulama it wasn't my..." "Shut up!" My father had yelled at him. The moment we landed, some agents from the Fire Investigation Bureau (F.I.B) approached us and warmly welcomed us. They were about 13 in number. Their boss handed a document to my father. "Just like I said in the past, the fire wasn't caused by any electrical appliance. It was the work of a gas from the basement, every detail is in the document sir. But we are still yet to findout how the fire started in the first place" The man said adjusting his facecap. "Then that means your work is still not done" My father hissed and handed him back the document. "I want to know how exactly the fire started. And if we can retrieve camera footages, Captain, I will be more than happy!" "I am very sorry sir, but there are no camera footages. All had been ruined" The man said. "Then keep doing your work!" My father said. "Okey, sir" The man turned and left. Thence, my father glared at Munir and hissed at him. "Idan har na gano wanda ya aikata mun wannan abun, even if it is you wallahi sai na ci kwal ubansa. It would be better if you tell me the truth right now, how did the fire started? How did it reach upper floors without you noticing it in time? Tell me!" He exclaimed. "Ni, wallahi uncle Bulama I don't know. I was in my office when I started hearing fire alarm. Nima kaina na rude, I was very confused thus I decided to check the down floors. Daga nan kuma sai naga kaina kawai ina gudu, I had to run because the fire was so strong" Munir said. "Run, right? Zaka sani ai" My father hissed at him again and headed back to the helicopter. My mother and I followed suit, Munir was the last person to head back and as soon as he was about fastening his seatbelt my father collected the suitcase he was holding and asked him to get out. We all thought he was joking until he pushed Munir out and told him to find his own way home. Hmm, that was absolutely pathetic! "Alhaji, why?" My mother said through the headphone immediately we were airborne. "Why what?" My father asked. "Why did you shun him?" She said. "I shunned him because he burnt down my cement factory, Raliyah!" He uttered angrily. "But Alhaji, it wasn't his..." "If it wasn't his fault, whose was it? Yours? Oh, yes I think it was yours! If you had given me a male child I wouldn't have asked Munir to come to my house talkmore of running my factory. But you, you gave me Fatimah instead. What have I done to deserve this?" He said. My mother didn't say anything to him again,  but she was very angry. I could tell by the look in her face. She hated it when my father talk like that in front of me, she didn't want me to feel unwanted but I was already used to it. As soon as we landed in our new factory, she gestured to me not to unfasten my seatbelt. She also didn't unfasten hers, she was upset. "Ain't you guys coming?" My father asked. "Yes!" She rolled her eyes at him. "Hmm" He smiled about taking her hand into a clasp when she moved it away from his reach. "Don't touch me!" She glared at him. "Why?" He heaved a sigh and continued. "Is it about what I said earlier? Okey then, I am so sorry. Remember, this trip is all about you..."  "And our daughter, Fatimah!" She cut in. "Hmm, okey" He uttered and then cleared his throat. "So, can we storm out now? I have relatively a lot to show you in there, babe..." By the mentioning of babe I bursted into a laughter. Hmm, old people still doing love! "What's funny?" My mother glared at me. "Nothing o!" I huffed fighting the smile on my fragile face. I couldn't wear it out, so I let it be. "You better stop smiling" She said. "Okey, mum" I nodded. "Good!" She said. "So, can we go now?" My father chimed in. "Go where, Alhaji? Calling me your babe is not enough to convince me, after all I am your wife and the mother of your daughter" She uttered. "Alright then, what should I do to convince you?" He asked wearing a smile on his face. "I want you to..." She whispered into his ear. "Fine, lets go!" He said unfastening her seatbelt for her. "And you too, Fati!" He glanced at me. We went straight into the new factory and the chief engineer ushered us to different places. It was a very big building, more bigger than the old factory. "By the ending of this month, the factory would be able to commence operation after being commissioned..." The man uttered. ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••  Written by; Muhammad Abubakar (KingMoha)

Maybe the act of hyping a male child over a female child is the cause of poverty amongst them (The Hausas) Bcos they are the richest in this country and Africa at large but funnily also the poorest

*I AM ABLE* Chapter 12 Yusuf. Days chameleon into weeks... and here we were, a day to our first semester examination. Today happened to be Sunday, and instead of me to read my books I decided to go to our usual GameStop to play games. It was just me and Isah, both Adnan and Suleiman said they would rather skim their books than play games. They were the serious ones among us! Talking about Adnan being one of the serious ones among us, his relationship with Fatimah had also become stronger than sedimentary rock. They were always seen together and even during Dr. Marwan's lectures he would join us as if he was as well carryingover the course. Every time I see them together, I used to feel somehow sad or was it jealous? I cannot even explain the feeling. She was a very wonderful girl, not so kind to me though but the way she used to interact with people I literally loved it. Girls loved me, I was loved by nearly every hot girl but Fatimah was so different. She didn't used to throw herself to me like the rest of the girls. I expected her to feel free with me but I was only dreaming, and the way she used to distance herself from me used to hurt me a lot. She used to distance herself from nearly all the guys as well. If you see her with a guy then it literally had to be around a lecturer or Adnan. Qudrah on the other hand met me one day and begged me not to tell Fatimah what happened to her on the night we had their orientation party. Yes, she was raped on that night while she was drunk. She told me to make a promise to her that I would never reveal such matter to anyone and I told her not to worry as long as I would never see her in any school party again. And from here I would like to draw our attention to school partying. As a girl, you should know the kind of life to live in school. Your parents sent you to school to study not to attend parties or crumble your future. You are like an investment to your parents, someone they hope to benefit from in the future when they can no longer work or take care of themselves anymore. Hence, the amount of money they spend on you shouldn't go in vain. Attending school parties really means exposing yourself to predators, those terrible guys ever willing to defile innocent girls at all cost. Be very careful with the kind of friends you keep and always focus on your main aim of being in school. Make your parents proud, not cry! While playing FIFA with Isah, my phone began ringing. I had to pause the game and check the caller I.D, it was Adnan so I slided and received the call. "Mr Reading, what's up?" I teased him. "Hmm, mumu kawai. How are you?" He said. "Fine o, how is the reading going?" I scoffed. "Ask me tomorrow after exam" He laughed. "Hhhh, okey. So... any latest?" I uttered so eager to know the reason for the call. Isah was angry already, I had paused our game... you know? "Yes, can you come to our house?" He said. "Huh??" I had to check the caller I.D again, the Adnan I knew had once warned me not to ever step my feet in their compound again because he was so scared I might ruin his sister, Lubna. "Yes, please hurry up" He said and then ended the call. I knew whatever he had in store for me was very important so... I told Isah to find someone and continue our game with. He was so angry, he grumbled but I didn't care. I went straight to my car and drove to Adnan's house. As soon as I parked in their parking lot I saw him standing by the door of the boys quarters were he lived with his junior brothers, Sufyan and Bashir. It was very big and housed five rooms and a big sitting room. Each room had its toilet as well. They were cut from the main house, you hardly see them there except if they needed something or wanted to greet their parents. Food was brought to them directly by the maids. Their father was working in Central Bank of Nigeria while their Aunt's husband was the Defence Minister. They were rich too. "So, you finally lift the ban" I teased walking over to him. "I thought you wouldn't do that" "It's just for today" He said ushering me in. "Okey, so can I see Lubna?" I cleared my throat. "Never!" He squealed. "In fact, come and get what I called you here for so you can leave" "Fine, since you don't want to give me your sister even though she loves me a lot" I said. "Mtsww" He glared at me as we entered his room. Hence, he brought out some papers from his suitcase and handed them to me. "What?!" I was so shocked on seeing them and also happy. "Who gave you all these, Adnan?" "What I expected you to say is, are they real? Well, they are real. Almost all the things that I've been reading would be out" He uttered.  "Wow, thanks man!" I said smiling. "You are welcome, but please don't tell anyone that I was the one that gave them to you. In fact, promise me you won't let anyone know about it" He uttered practically looking scared. "Hmm, how about if I show that of Dr Marwan's... to your Fatimah?" I asked. "And where would you see her? Tomorrow is the paper and as early as possible, or are you trying to tell me you have her digits?" He said. "No fa, I just wanted to hear your mouth ne" I laughed out louder. "So, has she gotten too?" "None of your business, now go!" He said. "Okey o, but you have to escort me" I said. "Ni din kuma? You are not serious!" He hissed. "Fine, I am not going anywhere then" I pouted. "Kai gardi, don't even think about it!" He said immediately I was about relaxing on his bed. "Okey, escort me or I won't leave!" I said. "Hmm, okey fine!" He said, and that was how he escorted me outside the boys quarters and then went back inside in a twinkle of an eye. Adnan case! I smiled heading to my car when a female inner vest fell on my head. It was strange, I turned around but couldn't find the person that threw it on me. And just as I was about dropping it and running away a voice from the sky stormed into my ears. In bewilderment, I rose my head and found Lubna laughing at me while leaning on her balcony. "Check inside, there is a letter!" She said but I couldn't take my eyes off her. She had grown more chubby and also more beautiful than in the past year. "Yusuf please check inside nua! "Okey!" I gulped and turned the vest. Behold, it was a sheet of paper with a letter written on it. "Dear Yusuf, take that vest with you. I promise to come and get it from you if you text me your home address through the number bellow. You once asked me out and I told you I was scared even though I loved you, but now I am ready. Don't keep me waiting, I really missed you!" As soon as I was done reading the letter, I laid out a smile. What was she ready for? A relationship? Well, that really made perfect sense to me but Adnan would never let that happen. He was always claiming protective brother as if he would be the one to marry her. Some guys could be very crazy at times! ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••  Written by; Muhammad Abubakar (KingMoha)

Better don't try shit with Adnan sister ooooo... there's what we call BRO CODE

*I AM ABLE* Chapter 13 Fatimah. Today was literally Sunday, a day to our first semester examination. Like I had been doing ever since it began approaching, I dedicated my time to my books. You hardly see me doing other things apart from reading. Dr Marwan's paper was the first and so I ought to give it my utmost best as it was a 4 credit unit course and very wide unlike Dr Lailah's course and others. While reading in my study island my phone began ringing, it was Adnan so I picked up and greeted him. He replied joyfully and asked me to come outside that he was by our gate. Actually, this wasn't his first time of coming but he had never stepped his foot inside our gate... "Toh, wait for me. Ga ni nan zuwa" I said and then cut the call. My hijab was on the bed so I picked it up and quickly wore it and then left. There was no need for me to apply makeup, after all we were not dating each other. People used to think we were dating but seriously, that wasn't true. He was just like a brother to me, nothing more and nothing less. But people would never really understand so far we were always seen together. Well, they should keep believing in what they wished to believe in. As soon as I stepped out of our gate I saw him leaning by his car, a Porsche. I walked to him and he warmly welcomed me with a smile. "I am so sorry for disturbing your morning" He said bringing out some papers from his car.  "No, it's okey" I said wearing a smile. "Alright, here..." He extended the papers to me and continued. "I was reading in the library as usual yesterday when one of our lecturers saw me, he called and gave me these papers that..." "Wow!" I cut in going through them. "A link?" "Yes" He nodded with a smile. "Please keep it a secret between us, I don't want to be exposed" "Hmm" I heaved a sigh with different thoughts pacing deep in my mind. Most of the questions were so easy and that made me to doubt the source of the linkage... Now what should I do? Rejecting them because my mind wasn't giving me might make Adnan angry and also think I didn't trust him. So I snapped the papers and returned them back to him. "If you have your own copies already, take these ones to Yusuf" "Yusuf??" He glared at me. "That boy is not serious at all. Could you believe he called me this morning and asked if we could meet in our usual gaming spot? He is so unserious!" "Yes, that is exactly why I want him to get it too so that he shouldn't fail his exams. Or do you want him to carryover his courses so that he can attend lectures with me next year?" I said. But deep inside me, that wasn't the reason why I asked him to give them to Yusuf, I just cared about him that's all and I also didn't know why. "Hmm, fine! I will call him to my house sai in bashi. But only because of you fa" Adnan said. "Toh, nago..." I was thanking him when I spotted my father's car from afar as it was approaching towards us. "Adnan, leave!" "What? Is everything okey?" Adnan said. "It's my father, that's one of his cars!" I said. "Oh, alright but..." Adnan was saying when I began running towards the gate. "Okey, bye!" I didn't say anything to him, I just kept running until I was by the gate. Thus, I stormed in and ran into the mansion. Just as I was inside my room I leaned by the door and panted with fear. Not that my father cared about me that much but he had never seen me with a guy and so I didn't know what his reaction would be. Remember I was 19 years old, still in my teens. Minutes later, I was busy watching a tutorial on youtube based on the areas I didn't really understand when my mother walked into my room with a Salaam. By the look on her face, I already knew what she came to talk about. So I slammed my laptop and heaved a deep sigh. "Wa'alaykumus Salam" I gulped. "Who was he?" She asked folding her arms across her chest. "Your boyfriend or what?" "Mum, I don't have a boyfriend" I protested. "Okey then, waye shi?" She asked again. "Hmm, he is Adnan" I gulped and continued. "Anty Umm Salmah's nephew, the one she..." "Wow!" She cut in. "So you even met him?" "Yes, a day after she told me about him" I said. "Wow, yayi kyau but why haven't you introduce us to each other?" She asked. "Mum, he's shy" I smiled. "Shy? Lallai ma, okey then!" She uttered about leaving when she halted. "Whenever he comes back, tell him to either come inside or just go. I don't want you two to stay outside alone, ok?" "Yes, mum!" I said saluting her like a soldier. "Ji ta kawai" She rolled her eyes and left. ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••  Written by; Muhammad Abubakar (KingMoha)

@coolval222-2,Pls,can the admin arrange the Chapter for me for better reading

@delexzy01 it will be done asap

*I AM ABLE* Chapter 14 Yusuf. After having dressed in a bodyhug short sleeve caftan and a jeans trousers, I combed my hair and then took my car key and drove to school. Dr Marwan's carryover course was the first and then a fresh 200level course later in the noon. It wasn't a surprise to me at all that there were no students outside the exam hall, they were all inside hence I walked up to the invigilator standing by the entrance and then showed him my examination card. It was a postgraduate student, he looked me in the eyes and sighed. "And your identification card?" "Identification what? Do I need to bring that too?" I said glaring at him. I was taller than him in height but he looked more older in age. "Yes, just like all other students" He uttered returning back my examination card to me. He must be new. Although identification card was also part of the examination requirements, it wasn't really necessary as long as exam card is available. "It is almost time so go back home and bring it, okey?" The invigilator added. "No sir, I can't go back home" I muttered. "Right?" He rose a brow. "Suit yourself then" "Okey!" I said and tried thrutching inside the hall only to be violently pushed away by him. "Boy, don't let me get mad at you fa!" He said. "Then let me in" I said with a gritted teeth. "Make me!" He yelled at me. Hence, Dr Marwan appeared from nowhere and interfered. "Hey, what is going on here?" "Sir, this coward student of yours was..." The invigilator said as Dr. Marwan quickly cut in. "I am not talking to you, Uthman. I am talking to him. What's going on here, Yusuf?" He said. "He's not letting me in because I forgot my I.D card at home" I uttered looking into his eyes. "Is that your examination card?" He asked. "Yes" I nodded my head. "Well then go inside and find a seat!" He said. Thus, I smirked at the invigilator and walked into the hall with everyone's attention on me. While searching for a seat to settle down, my eyes landed on Fatimah. She was sitting with Qudrah. I gave them a smile but only Qudrah returned back the smile to me. Fatimah on the other hand had rolled her eyes and turned her face away from me. Hmm, she looked beautiful today and even more cute with the angry face. I sat in a nearby chair, close to a dark guy and just as it was time for us to start our paper the invigilator I quarrelled with began sharing the exam booklets from the front seats while Dr Marwan trailed him; distributing the question papers. Hence, with a broad smile on my face I folded my arms across my chest recalling all the things that I broke down and read throughout the night. Yeah, I had already gotten the linkage of the paper from Adnan a day prior. While waiting for the booklet and question paper to reach my side, a noise from Fatimah's seat saturated the entire hall. It was Qudrah, somehow she had laid out a loud laugh and only God knew what she was discussing with Fatimah that made her to lay such a laugh. It had caught the attention of everyone in the exam hall and in no time, the troublesome invigilator asked her to withdraw from her seat and walk out of the hall with Fatimah. "No, lets just... change her seat!" Dr Marwan chimed in while looking around. "Yusuf," He called my name as soon as his eyes landed on me. "Exchange your seat with her, right now!" Deep inside me, I smiled but frowned my face psychologically. Finally, I would be sitting with Fatimah. I took my exam card and walked out of my desk. Qudrah did the same thing, hence we exchanged our seats. Fatimah hissed gently at me and moved a bit far from me. She really disliked me, but she would one day grasp why I was who I was. As for Adnan, he did a great job adding his own ingredients in spoiling my name although he denied it. Yes, he denied it! Just as we were both been shared our question papers and booklets, the first thing I did was to check the questions. Damn! I muttered a curse under my breath. Answer 10 questions out of 13, and guess what? Not even a single question from the linkage Adnan gave me came out. As in, not even a single damn question came out! That linkage is fake! I said to myself. Anger was written allover my face already and I could tell my face had also became red too. It was suppose to be a joyous moment for me but what I depended on was damn fucking fake. The only questions I could attempt to answer were 3, 4, 7, 12, and 13. Just five questions only, and in anger I began answering the questions until I was done. Hence, I dropped my pen and folded my arms across my chest looking at Fatimah as she kept writing nonstop, she might have read all the questions that had came out. "Alhamdulillah" She huffed dropping her pen as well. It looked as if she was done already. "Done?" I asked. "Oh yes" She turned looking at me. "You?" "Just... just five" I stuttered lowering my pride. "Alright," She quickly exchanged our booklets and went through mine before she answered the remaining questions for me. "Don't thank me" She said as she returned back my booklet to me and took hers from me. "Goodbye" She stood and headed to submit her booklet. Thus, I looked at her attractive buttocks and smiled. Maybe she loves me. I said to myself as I stood and followed her to submit my own booklet as well. But why the punishment and also the indifference? I mulled over with a huff. Well, I guess I would have to find out by my own self. Just after submitting my booklet, I trailed her outside and called her name. She was perhaps heading for home. Hence, she turned angrily.  "What?" She uttered, not looking into my eyes. "I just want to say thank you" I gulped. She remained silent for nearly a minute before saying, "I do not need your thanks, buckle up!" "Hmm" I huffed watching her as she walked away. Again, staring at her buttocks. Thank God Adnan wasn't a bad boy, he might just have taking all his chances already. Fatimah might not be the perfect girl you might be thinking about but, she was averagely cute. ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••  Written by; Muhammad Abubakar (KingMoha)

Carry on

Let's see how it goes

*I AM ABLE* Chapter 15 Fatimah. Monday, being the first day of our examination I drove to school as early as possible. I had in the night went through my whole note again and again, I didn't believe in Adnan's linkage so I didn't even bother breaking it down talk more of reading it. I swear, my mind just did not give me. Something told me it was all fake. As soon as I drove to school I headed straight to our department and met Qudrah and others reading thoroughly in the rest area as if they didn't read at home. I greeted them and just as I was about sitting with them an unfamiliar guy summoned us. He told us he was sent to assist Dr Marwan in invigilating us thus, he told us to convey ourselves into the exam hall. Qudrah had always been the type that wanted front seats but not today. I was surprised how she held my wrist and walked us both to the back seat. That was where we stayed until a little adjustment was done when everyone had settled down. There were three empty seats in our front so the invigilator asked us to kindly move forward which we unhesitatingly did. Few minutes later, we started hearing some noises by the door. It seemed like someone was arguing with our invigilator who was standing by the door — waiting for the precise time for us to start our paper. After the argument or whatever, Yusuf walked into the hall. I wasn't surprised because he was the type that loved causing trouble. And in no time he began heading towards us – the back of the hall. I turned my face away from him the moment he smiled because for some unknown reason I felt a tingling sensation in my body. It had never happened before but it happened today anyways. Maybe because he was wearing an attractive bodyhug caftaan which made his shapes visible. Trust me, I wasn't falling for him but truth be told he looked very hot... "Is everything okey?" Qudrah asked me. "Nothing" I turned to her with a fake smile. "I hope so" She huffed. "And what does that mean?" I queried her. "Nothing" She gritted her teeth. "Better" I rolled my eyes at her. "Hmm, sisi coco" She teased me but I didn't say anything to her, I only pinched her which made her to scream while laughing. She had forgotten we were in the examination hall. "Hey, stand up and leave the hall. You and your friend!" The invigilator uttered pointing at the two of us. "Am I not talking to the two of you?" "No, lets just change her seat!" Dr Marwan chimed in looking around the hall. "Yusuf, exchange your seat with her right now!" And that was how Qudrah left to Yusuf's seat, and Yusuf came to mine. He sat so close to me with a smile, I could tell he was happy. He had bit his lip which meant a lot to me, so I hissed at him and adjusted my veil before shifting a bit far from him. Whatever he was thinking, he shouldn't even go far. I would never be like those girls he used to play with, I would never in my entire life let him lure and ruin my life! Immediately our question papers and booklets reached us, the happiness on his face vanished. He started murmuring, cursing, and staring at his question paper. Hence the thought of the linkage I told Adnan to send him a day prior popped into my mind. I guess he had depended on it and now that not even a single question from it came out what then would he do? My mind had told me the moment I saw the linkage that it was fake but if I had told Adnan he would not have believed me. Now what? We had landed Yusuf into a big trouble! I prayed and started answering my questions gently. In no time, he also began answering his questions too but I wasn't sure if he had prayed. Nearly an hour later, he stopped writing but I didn't say anything to him. I kept writing until my booklet remained just two lines to full. "Alhamdulillah" I heaved a sigh. "Done?" He asked me. "Oh yes" I turned looking at him. His lips were dark but his eyes weren't that red today. "You?" "Just... just five" He stuttered looking sad. "Alright" I gulped. He had really tried, and that means if I hadn't told Adnan to send him the linkage he might have read all the reasonable areas. It was all my fault and I ought to rectify my mistake. Hence, I quickly exchanged our booklets and went through what he answered before answering the remaining questions for him. "Don't thank me" I said as I returned back his booklet to him and took mine from him. "Goodbye" I stood and headed to submit my booklet. His handwriting was good and he had tried with the questions he attempted but he lacked something, how to elucidate things. Immediately I was out of the hall and was about heading out of the department, Yusuf summoned me. "What?" I angrily turned not looking at him but I knew he was so happy. "I just want to say thank you" He said. "I do not need your thanks, buckle up!" I said and walked away. He was very stubborn, I had back in the hall told him not to thank me but he still did as if it would add something to me. I went straight to my car in the parking lot and texted Qudrah to meet me there as soon as she finished her paper. And in just few minutes she arrived and hopped into the car. "Fatimah, the paper really was hot. I only answered 8 out of the 10 we were asked to answer" She lamented. "You tried, but to me the paper was awesome. I answered the 10" I said starting the car engine. "Well, you are intelligent" She said. "No, it's luck" I said reversing out of the parking lot. "You should be happy, dear" "I never said I am sad" She said and continued. "It is just that I didn't do his test, remember?" "Still, be happy" I repeated driving us out of the school. "And also be prayerful, you hear?"  "Okey o!" She huffed. "Yusuf loves you" "What?!" I puzzled. "Yes, I caught him staring at you while smiling. I swear he really loves you, Fatimah" She said.  "You know what, Qudrah?" I asked. "Tell me, Fatimah" She said. "Okey, you are nuts!" I squealed. "Thank you" She said switching on the radio. •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Written by; Muhammad Abubakar (KingMoha) 

*I AM ABLE* Chapter 16 Yusuf. Last week we started our first semester exams and like a movie, we were all writing our final paper today. It felt great to me since I literally was tired with school already. I knew I would definitely miss my friends though. People like Fatimah meant a lot to me, would I even enjoy the semester break without getting in touch with her? Gosh, where would I even get her contact from? Adnan? No, that idiot would never give me her contact because he loved her and I simply would not go to her and ask for her contact, she would stab me with glares. Maybe I should meet Qudrah, her best friend! And that reminded me about the carryover paper I wrote with them, that day I had fully depended on the fake linkage given to me by that fool, Adnan but since then I hadn't use it again. I was so lucky Fatimah helped me with the remaining answers if not I wouldn't have forgiven Adnan. But even after all that, I still had poured my anger on him. He deserved it. Today, after our last paper Adnan and I waited for Fatimah to finish theirs. They had been in the exam hall for nearly two hours now but none of them was through yet. Not even our dear Fatimah, was the paper that hard? Actually, during our time it took me less than an hour to finish. It was Dr Lailah's course, and just two credit units. Well, perhaps this time around she set hard questions for them. That woman could be something else, one moment she's good and another moment she's bad. She was like a chameleon, she could change at any time. Even some of the lectures were afraid of her. Manners wasn't in her dictionary and she disliked being corrected when she made mistake. I really had pitied her husband... "Here she comes" Adnan pulled me out of my trance. "My one and only Fatimah" He added. I nearly hiss at him but that would only give one meaning to it, how jealous I was about his relationship with Fatimah so I smiled instead and looked up to her. She was coming out of the hall alongside Qudrah and other students. Were they asked to all submit? I mulled over. "Hey, deary!" Adnan stood and walked to her, he couldn't even wait for her to approach us. Nice, he just proved to me that he was Romeo. "I thought you left" Fatimah said. "No, of course not..." They kept on talking until they approached where I was, thus we greeted. "Was the paper that hot?" I managed to ask with my eyes fixed at Fatimah but she kept quiet instead. She did not even care at all. "We rounded up since o, but they asked us to wait for others after which we were told our resumption day" Qudrah said on her behalf. "Okey, good" I muttered. "Oya, selfie!" Adnan said and began snapping pictures with Fatimah. "Adjust your veil, dear" "Okey" She said smiling. Qudrah on the other hand was only giggling at them, she might have found what they were doing funny but to me it wasn't funny at all. In fact, I felt bitter in my mouth and I didn't know why. One glance at Fatimah and Adnan made me to feel a piercing pain in my heart. What is wrong with me? I mulled over as I glanced at them again. I didn't just know how but Fatimah looked more beautiful in my eyes today than I had ever known her to be. Was it because today was our last day for the semester? I wallowed, and that reminded me of my intention of asking for her contact from Qudrah. Yes, I should ask for it but in private! "Qudrah, a moment with you please" I uttered as I gently stood from the seat I was sitting on and walked few steps away from the rest area. "Is everything okey?" Qudrah queried as she followed me. She really seemed to be curious. "Yes" I said pulling my phone from my pocket. "Can I have Fatimah's phone number please?" "Hmm" Qudrah huffed looking into my eyes. "Is it what I am thinking or something else?" Just then, I muttered a sigh wondering what I really wanted with Fatimah. Marriage? Sex? Friendship? What? I just didn't know what exactly I wanted from her but her presence complemented me. Was it love? I wondered. "Just give me her number" I demanded. "Okey!" She said as she unlocked her phone and started saying the number out for me. "Thank you" I said with a smile just after saving the number as 'Someone Special'. "Never mind" She said walking back. And just as I was following suit I met Fatimah's glares. I didn't know why she was glaring at me but I assumed she didn't want me around her friend. After all, I was a bad person to her and also someone that didn't deserve to be around good people but if only she knew who Qudrah was. Although, what happened to Qudrah was something that could happen to anyone. It was a rape, albeit she was the one that caused it for herself. She shouldn't have attended that party. "You guys done with your love already?" Adnan said referring to me and Qudrah. "And who told you they are in love?" Fatimah chimed in. "Nothing is between them, Adnan!" "Is that what they told you?" Adnan asked. "No, it is what I know!" Fatimah squealed. "Alright then" Adnan shrugged. "Lets go home" "Okey" Fatimah said. And that was how we headed to the parking lot with both Qudrah and I keeping quiet. It was only Adnan and his whatever that kept talking, they were in the front while Qudrah and I were trailing them. Any time Fatimah turned back she would glare at us and roll her eyes. She obviously did not want me to spoil her friend. As soon as we were in the parking lot, Adnan asked me to take Qudrah home while He – on the other hand – would join Fatimah in her car. He didn't brought his car today because it had developed another mechanical problem. "Kai Adnan, are you serious?" Fatimah said. "Yes, dear. Everyone should drive with his..." He was saying when Fatimah quickly cut in. "No, no! After all I am not your girlfriend and neither is Qudrah dating Yusuf" She bellowed. What the fuck?! The word nearly escaped my mouth but I quickly held it back. And with a lit smile on my face, I heaved a sigh of relief. So, Fatimah wasn't even his girlfriend? Ma Shaa Allah, tabarakallahu fih... I widened my teeth. ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••  Written by; Muhammad Abubakar (KingMoha)

That Yusuf's feeling ehn... I can relate ?

????? u still have hope

*I AM ABLE* Chapter 17 Fatimah. Yesterday was our last day in school for the semester, let me tell you what happened after our final paper. Adnan welcomed both Qudrah and I, thus we walked to where he had settled down with Yusuf which was the resting area. "Was the paper that hot?" Yusuf had queried, referring to me but I practically ignored him. It was Qudrah that thence answered him on my behalf. You know, she liked the bad boy. "We rounded up since o, but they asked us to wait for others after which we were told our resumption day" Qudrah said while smiling. The look she was giving him made my heart to sink, I had warned her severally about him but she never listened. Men like him only wants a woman's body, and once they get it they will disappear. "Okey, good" He muttered, displaying sadness probably because I was so indifferent towards him. "Oya, selfie!" Adnan said and began snapping lot of pictures with me "Adjust your veil, dear" "Okey" I said feigning smiling. I wasn't really interested in the selfie thing but what could I do? Adnan had become a chewing gum in my life and I couldn't just take him off. Don't ask me why because you already know why. Yes, I needed a brotherly figure the fact that I was the only child my parents had. "Qudrah, a moment with you please..." Yusuf said, thus she nodded and trailed him few steps away from us. Just then, my heart began beating so faster than normal. What was he after? I wondered glancing at them every now and then as they began talking. I couldn't hear them though but something told me he was trying to get her into his trap. God, what should I do? I mulled over. And before I could figure out what to do I saw her doing something, perhaps giving him her phone number. But why was she checking her phone? Didn't she had her number offhand again? I wondered. As soon as they were done talking they came back to where we were. "You guys done with your love already?" Adnan said to them. And out of anger, I plainly objected his utterance. "And who told you they are in love?" I glanced at him. "Nothing is between them, Adnan!" "Is that what they told you?" He asked. "No, it is what I know!" I squealed. "Common Qudrah, you can't compare Adnan with Yusuf. We both know Yusuf is a bad guy while Adnan is a good guy. If I had been open with Yusuf the way I am with Adnan, he might have taken advantage of me long ago. Yusuf is never to be trusted, who will even love a bad guy like him?" I said with a smirk. "Me" She said. "You?" I heaved a sigh. "Fine then!" And that was how silence crept upon us again until we were finally by their gate. I parked and waited for her to alight from the car but she stayed. "Fatimah Bulama" She called my name with her eyes so rimmed and red. "Ye... es, is... is everything okey?" I stuttered and that made her to forge a smile. "Everything is okey" She gulped and continued. "Ever since Yusuf came into our life I knew he loves you, and I knew you have something for him as well..." — I tried to protest her but she overpowered me with her voice — "...I just know it, Fatimah, and I can see it in your eyes. You just don't understand it yourself but you are not only protecting me from him, a lot is on the ground and believe me I am okey with it. After all, he doesn't even love me but you..." "Qudrah, stop!" I yelled at her. "Is like you are seeing things, who even told you he loves me? Your conscience?" "Yes, and guess what? Yusuf collected your contact from me today" She said. "What?!" I puzzled. "Yes, and what does that tells you?" She said. And before I could think of what to say she had already stormed out of the car and ran into their house. Ya Salam! I placed my hands on my head. Just then, my eyes landed on her bracelet – she had forgotten it on the dashboard. Thus, I took it and went into their house. "Sir, please give this to Qudrah" I handed over the bracelet to their gateman, Galadima and left. •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Written by; Muhammad Abubakar (KingMoha)

I'm sure guys feel d same

Nawaa o.. Masha Allah,, a bad guy and a good girl in love, the children of two rivals in love, physics tells us "unlike charges attract while like charges repel".. Ride on OP, you re doing well

I hope Yusuf will not cause problem bw u too o?

*I AM ABLE* Chapter 18 Yusuf. When Fatimah and Qudrah left, the entire parking lot was silent. Adnan didn't say a word and I also chose to remain silent. The only noise that could be heard was that of the breeze as the whether began changing, and also the noise of the distant moving vehicles. I knew what Fatimah did wasn't right but Adnan also deserved it. Yes, because he was going extra mile. Next time, he should use his brain. I huffed as I walked into my car and started the engine. Without a word, Adnan walked into the car too and that was how I drove him home. He alighted without a word and walked into their gate. He must really be disappointed with what happened, he needed some time alone so I drove away without consoling him. When I reached home, I was welcomed by my elder sister who informed me that our parents had traveled overseas. "For what? And so urgent?" I asked her. "Yes, something came up" She said. "Something like...?" I uttered with a wrinkled brow. I was very anxious. "Well, I also don't know gaskiya but they are coming back soon" She said. "Okey then" I huffed and gently headed straight to my room, it was as rough as I left it. One glance at my bed made me to remember the last time I had sex, it was with a very young beautiful girl during freshers' orientation party, remember? Ya Allah, forgive me please. I heaved a sigh as I took off my shit. I needed a warm shower first before expiating my missed prayers. You know, I had went through a lot and had sweated which made my body uncomfortable for me. After everything, I hopped onto my bed and swiped through my phone to Fatimah's contact. I so much wanted to call her but something told me not to. Yes, not today thus I slept off without taking dinner. I was tired, you know? In the morning, after praying Fajr I began hearing my sister shouting on top of her voice. What could be wrong? I wondered as I hurriedly headed downstairs to see for myself. Behold, she was scolding one of our maids. "Ke wawuya ce? Wato abincin ma sai an ga dama zaa fara tunda su Baba basa nan, ko?" She bellowed angrily. "No madam, wallahi ba haka bane" The maid said and continued. "Zubaina ce baa lafiya. She's the one to cook today and she woke up very sick, I had to prepare some herbs for her to take..." "What's my business? Go and get me something to eat, I have an important meeting to attend to!" My sister yelled at the maid whom, obviously, was older than even our mother. "Do quick fa!" "Okey, ma" The maid bowed and left. It wasn't I who was humiliated but I felt the pain through my spine. "Jasraa, this isn't right!" I uttered frowning my face. "What is not right?" She glared at me. "What you did!" I heaved a sigh and continued. "Zubaina is sick fa aka ce, you didn't even ask how she is. What kind of person are you, dan Allah?" "And how on earth does that concern me?" She folded her arms across her chest. "They are paid to do their job and so they ought to do it, sick or not sick" "How cruel of you!" I said and walked away. I could hear her yelling at me to stop but I pretended deaf ears to her. When I went into the kitchen I met the elderly maid sobbing quietly while preparing breakfast. And as soon as she noticed my presence she quickly wiped off her tears. "Welcome, sir" She said. "Thank you" I leaned by the cabinet and huffed. "I am so sorry for what my sister did, and In Shaa Allah I will make sure I inform our parents about it..." "No sir, please don't!" She said. "Why?" I asked. "Because I don't want any trouble, just forget about it please sir" She implored. "Okey then, but if she ever does that again I will make sure she's scolded" I said stepping away from the cabinet. "And about Zubaina, can I see her?" "Yes, she's in our apartment" She said. "Alright then" I said and left the kitchen. Just as I stepped into their apartment, my eyes landed on Zubaina; covered with a blanket. She greeted me with a trembling voice and thus I responded. "How are you feeling?" I asked. "Not... not fine" She stuttered. "Not fine? I mean, I... I thought Umma gave you some herbs recently?" I said. "Not working" She replied. "Sorry" I folded my arms across my chest. "Can you walkout to my car?" "I... I can manage" She stuttered. "Okey, let me go and get my keys. I am taking you to the hospital, kinji?" I said. "Thank you, sir" She said. "You're welcome" I said and left. After taking my car key I headed out to the parking lot but couldn't find Zubaina, she wasn't there and just as I was about going back to their apartment I spotted her and Umma walking over to where I was. Umma was literally helping her in walking. Immediately we laid her in the back seat, I quickly drove her to a specialist hospital and that was how she was placed on a drip. She slept while I stayed close to her tapping through my phone. I wasn't able to eat anything for breakfast even though I was really starving. I just wanted to make sure 23-year-old Zubaina is back to normal. Few minutes later, Umma called and asked how Zubaina was. I told her she was sleeping and that she shouldn't worry, everything would be alright. "Thank you so much, sir" She said, and before I could cut the call she continued. "I hope you've gotten something to eat over there? I wanted bringing you breakfast but your sister warned me not to leave, that the house shouldn't be left empty. I am so sorry" "No, it's okey. I will get something here" I said and quickly terminated the call lest I wake Zubaina up from her sleep. ... Few hours later, I couldn't resist my grumbling stomach so I gently walked out of the ward to a nurse sitting on a desk. "Hi, nurse. I am the guardian of the newly admitted patient and I want to sign out, I will be back soon" I said. "Alright, here is the booklet. Sign in her row..." She pointed at the place for me. "Thank you" I said after signing thus, left. The hospital had no kiosk talk more of a cafeteria, which means I had to drive outside to get myself something to eat. Well, it wasn't a bad idea or was it? I drove to a restaurant few kilometres away and got myself a very hot coffee and some pancakes. And just as I began eating, the owner of the place started yelling at one of her employees. "Is this the right time for you to come to work? I am talking to you, Aminah!" She said. "No ma, I am sorry" The employee said and that made me rose my head to her direction. Her voice was familiar, where did I even heard it before? I wondered trying to see her face - her back was literally facing my direction. "This should be your last warning, kina jina koh? If your pregnancy is going to be affecting your work then you should quit kawai!" The woman said angrily. "Okey, thank you ma" The employee said and just as she turned, our eyes met. "You?" She said with her mouth agape. I was also shocked as well, I never thought I would see her again. •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Written by; Muhammad Abubakar (KingMoha).

And Yusuf is not as bad as we all thought he is.... Alhamdulillahi

Yusuf... U are gonna become a Daddy soon...

U done become daddy

*I AM ABLE* Chapter 19 Fatimah. Ever since we embarked on our first semester break, I hadn't yet heard from Adnan again. In fact, he blocked me on his WhatsApp and other social media as well. Obviously, what I did really hurt him and he must be harbouring antipathy for me already. God, what should I do? I wallowed with a sigh. Today happened to be a day to my father's birthday, he was clocking 56 yet he didn't look that old. Also, he was as healthy and strong as a young man. Sometimes, I used to wonder how he and my mother managed to scale through ages without looking old. My mother was 42 but looked young, she was even more beautiful than me too. "Fatimah, give me the knife before you cut your hand" Nanny Luba said as she gently collected the utensil from me. I was helping her in preparing dinner. "Why don't you trust me?" I muttered. "Of course I trust you" She said. "No, you don't" I moved from her and sat on a stool very close to the freezer. "Hmm" She kept the knife aside and turned to me with her hands folded across her chest. "Believe me. I trust you, Fatimah but not with a knife..." "Why?" I queried. And without waiting for her response, I continued. "You once told me a woman that can't cook is but a half wife when she marries, yet you don't want me to learn how to handle a knife. How does this even make sense?" "You don't understand, dear" She said. "Then make me understand!" I uttered. "Okey then" She said with a sigh. And just as she was about continuing, my mother walked into the kitchen island. "Fatimah, come please" She said and without hesitation left the kitchen... "Ina zuwa" I uttered to Nanny Luba as I gently took off the apron I was wearing. Thus, I trailed my mother to the parlor. Actually, we had started preparing for the D-day right from today. Also, some people had presented their gifts already while some opted to do that the following day. Most of the gifts were left sealed while those that looked suspicious to our securities had been kept in the backyard awaiting disposal. "Fatimah" My mother stared at me. "Yes, mum" I wrinkled my brows. "I just received a message that Hajiya Umm Salmah's gifts for your father has arrived, please go to the gate and usher the messenger in" She said and quickly headed to her room without hesitation. God, there is nothing Merlin would not see in Camelot! I muttered as I headed outside the mansion without properly covering myself. I had only tied my hair with my veil in a ponytail and that was all since I wasn't expecting someone special. The polo shirt I wore was white with blue collar and sleeves while the jeans trousers, however, was dark blue and very tight. Even I knew I was hot. Immediately I opened the gate I saw a man leaning by a new generation Toyota Hillux which had tinted glasses. Also, the back of the car was nearly filled with wrapped boxes which only God knew what and what were inside. Just as I was about telling him to start unloading the boxes into our house, someone stormed out of the back passenger seat of the car and that someone was — absolutely — Adnan. "Adnan?" I wrinkled my brows. "Yeah, it's me" He said running his eyes through my body. "You look beautiful" "Thank you" I said turning back into the gate. "Ku shigo da su gifts din, let me go and put on my hijab..." I added and left. Actually, I wasn't really expecting him if not I wouldn't have went out without putting on something. At least, untie my veil and cover my sensitive parts with it. That way, I wouldn't look alluring to him. And wasn't he even angry with me? Why would someone that blocked me from all his social media platforms make positive comment on my dressing? Why? I mulled over. And just as I headed towards my room to get my hijab, I was caught up by Munir who selfishly blocked my way. It was strange, he folded his arms across his chest and leaned by my door. If it was in the past, I would beg him to step aside but now that he had already lost his respect... I only glared at him and asked him what he wanted from me. "Hmm, you are asking me?" He said running his eyes through my body. "Yes, yes! I am asking you" I hissed and continued. "What do you really want?" "Well, actually..." He hesitated and then glanced at my chest before continuing. "Fatimah, you need to... learn how to dress morally because if you don't, you might be raped someday when no one is around. I hope you understand me?" I gulped and took few steps away from him. "Maganar ka tamkar a kunnuwan Mummy ne dun wallahi harga Allah sai na gaya mata!" I said as I turned about reporting him to my mother when he quickly held my hand and unhesitatingly drew me into my room. "I am only trying to... to protect you ne, that's just it. How could you even go out without..." He was saying when I cut in. "Release my hand" I muttered. "Okey, but you need to understand me" He said as he gently released my hand. "Understand you as how?!" I squealed. "As in, I am only trying to protect you. It isn't good to go outside the gate like this. Look at your breasts, they are no longer small but... but ample. You need to start acting like a well grown up woman right from now or the society will teach you how to do that, understand?" He said thinking I could be fooled by him. "Mtsww" I hissed and rolled my eyes at him. "This is the second time you are threatening me with rape, if you do that again I will make sure my Mum hears about it. Now, kindly leave my room!" "Well, I am only trying to protect you" He uttered walking towards the door. "Protect yourself first!" I yelled at him. "Fine then" He said and left. Lust, was all I could see in his eyes. He should get married in time before his libido leads him into raping me. And certainly, he would rot in prison cell if he does that to me. I heaved a sigh as I took my hijab from my bed and wore it. When I went back to our gate, one of our security men told me Adnan had already finished unloading the boxes with his friend and that the boxes had been transferred to the boys quarters. "They drove away, recently" He said.  "Okey then" I muttered and headed back to the mansion. I wasn't really happy, actually, because I wanted to mend our friendship. I could only do that while facing him since he had blacked me in all his social media. Luckily, while heading back to my room to take off my hijab his call bounced in. Yes, and I without hesitation received it. "Hello" I said. "Hi" He replied and huffed. "Sorry, I had to go because I can't stand your beauty anymore knowing I can not have you..." "I am sorry" I said feeling sorry for him. He shouldn't have fell in love with me. "No, it's okey. I just need sometime alone" He said and heaved a sigh. "Okey, but I hope we are cool?" I said. "Hmm, is it about the blocking? Well, I will unblock you soon, okey?" He said. "Okey but why did you even blocked me in the first place? Just because I said the fact?" I said hoping to know his reasons. "Like I said earlier, I just need sometime alone. So, see you someday" He uttered and quickly terminated the call without even biding me goodbye. He sounded so sad, I just hope he finds the right person for him as soon as possible. I pondered. •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Written by; Muhammad Abubakar (KingMoha) Hmm... Do you support Fatimah's action? Well, I do because some relationship cannot just work. Be in a relationship with someone you love, someone you can make unimaginable sacrifices for.

Chia Sorry for him

It's hurt when your love is unrequited I don't blame Fatimah, you can't force love

I support fatima, some people were destined to good friends, if they get into a relationship, they wil both suffered and when they eventually break up, they would become worst of enemies, ride on OP, you re doing well

I can't but feel sorry for Adnan, I understand that feeling like seriously... Seeing someone u are in love with getting more beautiful but can't have her, e dey pain like hell

*I AM ABLE* Chapter 20 Yusuf. Few days ago I met the girl I violated in fresher's orientation party at a restaurant, she happened to be an employee there. Also, she was pregnant although I had no idea whose really it was. And she was so angry with me, no matter how hard I tried to talk to her nothing literally worked. It was as if my presence irritated her. I had no time to waste on her so I dropped my card for her to reach me whenever she was ready to talk. Thus, I returned back to the hospital where Zubaina was and stayed with her until she was later on discharged around 7 in the evening. Today happened to be a sunny day, and for that reason I spent the whole afternoon at home. First, I took two sticks of cigarette in the backyard and then added up with a bottle of beer to quench my worries. Yes, I was worried about my mother. She and my father had been denied access from returning to Nigeria due to the Covid 19 of a thing that had been killing people across the world. Although only one case had been reported here so far, the government wanted to make sure our country is safe by cancelling flights from infected countries. May Allah protect us, Ameen. After taking dinner, I took shower and then got myself dressed into a bodyhug shortsleeve caftan and its trousers. My head was so bushy, I intended to trim it in my favourite Barbershop which was few kilometers away from our house. "Where to?" My sister asked as soon as I walked downstairs with my car key dangling in my hand. "Da kai nake yi" "What's your business?" I muttered. "My business is I am your elder sister by far and I was asked to take care of you har sai su Baba sun dawo" She uttered. "I don't have your time" I rolled my eyes at her. "Your life is different da nawa..." "Zaa je ganin mace kenan" She smirked. "Eh, uwar gulma!" I hissed at her. "Well, I pity the girl" She giggled and glanced at me. "By the way, you look great today. I just pray she shouldn't give you whatever you have in mind" "Nonsense!" I squealed and headed out of the mansion to my car in the parking lot. Bismillah. I stormed in and just as I was about igniting the engine into action my phone began ringing, it was an unknown number. Who could it be? I wondered, and before I could pick the call it ended. It seemed to be a flashing. If it's important, the person will call me again. I thought as I started the car and drove out. In the barbershop I went to, I met Suleiman who briefed me about Adnan's self isolation. Yes, he had been isolating himself ever since Fatimah humiliated him. He once told me he needed some time alone. Well, I gave him all the time he asked for. Verily, every broken heart needs time to heal. "I wonder what is wrong with him" Suleiman out of ignorance uttered. "Me too" I lied and continued. "I think he only needs some time alone kawai" "Just like that?" Suleiman asked. "Yes" I responded with a faked smile. "Well then, I wish him well don yanzu he doesn't even used to answer my calls and doesn't used to reply my messages" Suleiman said brushing his curly hair. "Me too..." I huffed. Hence, we began talking about our semester break, our preparation for the next level and so on. We both missed school, you know? After having trimmed our hair we left the barbershop and bade each other goodbye. Suleiman went straight to his car and I headed to mine as well. As soon as I was about starting the car, my phone began ringing again. It was the same number that called me before but this time around I called the number as soon as the phone stopped ringing... "AsSalama Alaykum..." I calmly uttered immediately the person picked my call. "Wa'alaykumus Salam. It's me, Aminah — the girl you took advantage of. Meet me in Old Airport junction, I'm ready to talk to you" She said and ended the call. God, have Mercy! I quickly started the car and thus drove to the junction of the said area. Just as I parked my car by the roadside, I called and told her where I was and she told me to wait for her there. Luckily, the house she was living in wasn't far. In fact, my car was facing it and I didn't even know until I saw her coming out of the gate while adjusting her veil. She was still beautiful to me. As soon as she approached my car, I hopped out and leaned by the door. "Good evening" I calmly greeted her. "I thought you would not come..." She said folding her arms across her chest. "I gave you the card, remember?" I said. "I know" She uttered not looking at me. "You asked me that day if the child I am carrying is yours, right? Well it's yours" "Mine?" I blurted out lowering my eyes to her belly, it looked somehow normal. "Yes, you are the only man that ever touched me so far and for that reason the child is certainly yours" She said.  Just then, I felt a piercing pain in my heart. If I was married, this might've been the happiest moment of my life but I was single. Also, I wasn't even ready to father a child yet plus the shame I'd bring upon my family. Ya Allah, what have I done to myself? "I am already raising money to abort it" She continued. "That is why you saw me working in that restaurant. I only have a uncle, my parents left me in this world since when I was 2. I know my uncle and his wife doesn't care about me that much but wallahi if they find out I am pregnant they will surely deal with me severely" She said and before I knew it, she'd already began sobbing. "I am so sorry" I uttered taking a gulp of my saliva. My mouth had become so bitter, as if I was sick or had tasted an unripe fruit. "Abortion is not the right thing, Aminah. You are just 18, what if you die in the process? I'm going to be thrown into hellfire if that happens" "Yes, because you are the cause..." She sniffed and continued. "You raped me, although I know I caused it for myself. I just wanted to be your friend but you took advantage of me and even had the guts to keep 50k close to me like I was a prostitute. Well, I left the money there" "You were hot, and I... I couldn't control myself. I tried Aminah, I swear..." I said. "Lets just forget about it. I've learnt my lesson already and right now all I want is for this thing to be out of my stomach. I am not ready to mother any child" She sniffed wiping her tears with her hand. "I am also not ready to father a child but I don't think abortion is the best, lets just keep it. I promise, I will take full responsibility of it" I huffed and continued. "Take me to your uncle" "You don't understand" She uttered unleashing another series of tears. "That man will kill me, plus I... I am very young for this. I can't give birth now, it will annihilate all my dreams" "You know what?" I said thinking she would reply me but she sniffed instead. Thus, I heaved a sigh and continued. "Give me some time to think about it, I will get back to you... In Shaa Allah" "Okey" She uttered and left without waiting for me to say another word. When I drove back home, I could not even pray Magrib in time. I was so very weak, all I could think of was Aminah. God may never forgive me if I let her go for an abortion and then die in the process, same as both her late parents. Oh, Ya Allah please forgive me for all my wrong doings, I know this is a test from You. I promise, if You find a way for me out of this I will permanently stop drinking, smoking and... and even Zina. I promise, please Ya Allah help me. I supplicated after praying Magrib. •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Written by; Muhammad Abubakar (KingMoha)

Chapter 21 Fatimah. "Wake up, Fatimah" My mother patted me. "Get yourself cleaned, breakfast is ready" She uttered heading to the door. "Mu... m" I yawned stretching up my hands. "So, it's even..." I glanced at the wall clock. "Seven O'clock already?" "Yes" She smiled and left. "Dear God" I yawned again as I lazily stood from my bed. "Thank You for waking me up" I gulped and then withdrew from the bed and went straight into the bathroom. I was so deeply unclean so I took my bath, replaced my pad and then brushed my teeth before preparing myself for breakfast. I knew I was so damn late. Just as I was walking to the dining area I saw my father already done with his meal. He cleaned his mouth and stood up about to leave when I greeted him. "Good Morning, sir" I said. "Morning" He uttered as if he was forced to respond to my greeting. Sometimes, I used to wonder what kind of a father he was to me. As if I was the one that chose to be a female. He should be angry with the Creator instead since I wasn't the one that created myself. "Kin shirya mun documents din?" He said to my mother as he took his iPad. "Yes, I arranged them for you" She said. "Okey, let me go and get them" He said. "Alright, Alhaji..." She said to him while serving me my own breakfast. And as soon as he was already upstairs she told me to hurry up that I would be going to work with him today. "Please, hurry up" "But mum..." I said as she cut in. "Babu wani but a nan, just hurry up and finish your breakfast!" She said. "Okey, mum" I muttered. "Good" She said adjusting her cleavage. "Let me go and buy you some time" She winked and I didn't even know when I busted into laughter. "What is funny? Am I not hot ne?" She wrinkled a brow. "Sure, you are" I chuckled. "Jita kawai" She rolled her eyes and left. That was my mother, sometimes funny and sometimes strict. She was a beautiful woman, fair in complexion and had all it takes to make a man bow down for her. Oh yes, she had ample breasts and buttocks. At first when my breasts refused to grow bigger I was so worried and also sad, I wanted them to be like hers... just like in the case of buttocks! Thus, she told me not to worry that with time I will see some changes. I practically didn't believe her at first until now. Presently, my breasts are becoming more bigger than before. While sipping my tea with a mouthful of bread, Munir came out of his own apartment with puffy eyes. Perhaps he was just waking up from sleep, he really loved sleeping after fajr prayer. "Can't you greet?" He queried as he sat opposite me and began serving himself. I kept taking my breakfast pretending as if I wasn't hearing him at all. Verily, he had lost his respect from me already. "Well, since you don't want to greet me ai sai ki tayi" He said wearing a smile. "Mtswww" I stood and left the dining area to my room. After all, I was even done with my own breakfast already. Just as I was changing into a jallabiya, my mother Salaamed into my room. "Wai ke what are you waiting for ne wai? Baban ki fa sauri yake!" She said. "Rolling ya rage mun" I said. "Let me help you" She swiftly walked to me and helped me with my rolling. Thus, we headed downstairs together and there we met my father scolding Munir. He seemed to be pretty angry. "Is this how you will run my company when I'm off? Lazy ass kawai" He said. "Ai Munir din nan lazy man ne sosai" My mother chimed in as we walked closer to them. "He's a very lazy man" "Hajiya wallahi is not like that" Munir said trying to defend himself as usual. "Whatever!" My father chimed in about leaving when my mother stopped him and collected his suitcase with a smile. "Why not Fatimah ta raka ka yau?" She suggested handing the to suitcase me. "I don't understand, did I say I need an escort? I never said that" He bellowed. "Yes, I know" She said moving closer to him. "Just take her with you today, ok?" "No!" He squealed. "Why not, Alhaji?" She asked. "Because I'm not going there to watch a movie, I'm going there to work" He said. "Well then take her with you now, let her learn some things too so that she can one day help you with your work" She said as she gently held his hands. "Hmm, help me with my work fa kika ce? How can she be of help to me when she's incompetent? She's a girl" He said. "Yes, a girl and also the only child Allah bless us with. Why can't you just accept her? Many people are out there praying to have even an handicap but here you are, Alhaji, blessed with a healthy child yet you are despising her because she's not a male child. Toh wallahi ka sani cewa Allah Yana fushi da wanda baya godewa. And talking about being incompetent, who knows if she might even be a better CEO than you? Just give her a chance and see!" She said and gently walked to me. "If he said he's not going with you, just escort him with his suitcase to the car and come back" "Okey, mum" I said trying to be strong. I could literally feel some moist in my eyes already, I was practically touched. "Raliya..." He summoned her but she was deaf to his calls while heading upstairs. She seemed so very angry. "Oh God, sai dai na dawo kenan" He uttered walking out of the mansion. As speechless as I was, I walked after him while holding his suitcase. Verily, surprised was I the moment I handed him his suitcase and he told me to hop into the car as well. "Thank you, sir" I smiled though his face was frowned. Just as we arrived at our new cement factory, we were welcomed humbly by the staff members. Nina, my father's secretary introduced me to nearly all the staff there. "...and this is Faisal Bashir, our chief accountant" She said. "Nice to meet you" I said smiling. "The pleasure is mine" He winked at me. Actually, he was black but cute. After the introduction, she took me to a conference room where I met my father and other boad members of the Cooperation having a grand meeting. "Please, permit me to introduce Fatimah Bulama, the sole heir of this company..." Nina said while walking me to a chair. Thus, my father nodded at her. "Thank you, sir" She said and just then she clapped together with the board members before asking me to sit down. "Thank you, dad" I bowed to him. "And thanks to you all" I said to the board members. "And I really appreciate it!" "You're welcome" They chorused. Thus, I sat down and the meeting continued. "So, what were you saying Mr Ayodeji?" My father said and then a man cleared his throat and began talking his mind. "Actually sir, it is about our biggest rival — The DAF Limited. I heard both Alhaji Dolari and his wife have been denied visa to return back from their trip overseas, and now the company is under the full control of Jasraa" He said. "Their daughter?" My father asked. "Yes, sir" The man said and continued. "And sir, she's planning on joining her hands with Yargote in order to boast their cement production. She's clever" "And Yargote has obviously been our enemies since the day we ended our partnership" Another man chimed in. "Yes!" Mr Ayodeji said and continued. "I fear lest they file more lawsuits against us concerning our past joint production of recently discontinued B&Y Paints" "That girl, how old is she?" My father queried referring to the CEO of DAF. "Jasraa? She's 29 I guess" A man said. "No," Mr Ayodeji chimed in. "She's 26" Thus, my father heaved a sigh and then glanced at me. He must be scared already how a girl of 26 was about taking away his cement market. Now I believed he would start respecting women. We are not weak or naive! "I think we should partner with Zaki Group" My father said sipping water. "Zaki Group?" A woman queried. "Will Ahmad Jaafar Zaki agree? Sir, the last time I checked he wasn't interested in any cement production whatsoever!" "Do we have any choice? We must try and see first, today is not yesterday" My father said as he shut down his laptop. "Okey sir" The woman nodded. "Do we all agree?" My father asked. "Yes, sir!" They all chorused. And that was how the meeting ended. ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••  Written by; Muhammad Abubakar (KingMoha)

It's going well

Perhaps Fatima could be given a benefit of doubt by her dad

*I AM ABLE* Chapter 22 Yusuf. Ever since I learnt about Aminah's pregnancy, I practically hadn't been myself at all. I had promised to reach her soon but here I was, still thinking about what to do. The baby was mine, and it might be the only child I would ever be blessed with in my entire life. Hence, the issue of abortion was not even in my mind. Plus, she might die while in the process and I would be a murderer for that since I was the cause of everything that had befallen her... "Yusuf!" My sister's voice pulled me out of my trance. "What's wrong with you?" "Nothing" I huffed as I gently adjusted into a sitting position on top of my bed. "Is it about dad and mum?" She asked. "I said nothing!" I yelled at her. "Hmm, alright then. But don't say I did not ask you, understand?" She said and then continued. "I am flying to Lagos..." "Lagos?" I puzzled. "Yeah, for a business deal with Yargote Group. I will spend two days there, so if you need anything just check the vault in my room I left 10 million naira there although I know you have more than 60 million in your bank account" She said. "Oh yes!" I widened my teeth. "See him" She said about leaving when I called her back. "Yes, is there anything you need again?" She wrinkled a brow. "No" I sighed and continued. "Just take care, ok?" I said laying back on my bed. "You too" She said and left. Actually, she seemed nice to me these days, or was it because our parents left me under her care? Though that didn't really used to stop her from poking fun at me at times. Buzz... buzz... buzz... My phone began vibrating and at the same time ringing. I didn't hesitate to check the caller i.d and when I did, I found out it was Aminah. I had saved her number the moment we departed that day. "AsSalama Alaykum" I said as soon as I unhesitatingly picked the call. "Wa'alaykumus Salam..." She said and then sniffed. "Come to our house, now" "Your house?" I puzzled. "Is everything ok?" I asked hopping for a quick reply. "Just come to our house please" She said and before I knew it, she ended the call. Thus, I hurriedly withdrew from my bed and changed into a decent attire before driving to the house. It was as though hell awaits me, I was so scared yet I was willing to face anything for Aminah. I was the cause of everything and so I must take full responsibility! Knock! Knock!! Knock!!! I gave their gate 3 consecutive knocks and just then, a man opened it gently. "How may I help you, please?" He said. "I am here to see Aminah" I said. "Aminah?" He chuckled. "Not around" "Please," I blurted just as he was about closing the gate. "She called me over..." "Right? Then call her on phone to come and get you in" He said closing the gate. God! I muttered as I quickly pulled out my phone from my pocket and sent her a text message. "I am by your gate, pls!" Thus, she came out few minutes later with her luggage. As confused as I was, I asked her what exactly was going on and she told me her uncle had sent her packing. I was shocked, I thought she called me to see him. Her eyes were so red and I could see traces of tears in her face, she must have cried incessantly. "Aminah I would like to talk to your uncle, please lead me to him" I said. "Not today, he's very angry" She said. And looking at how she stood by the sun with her luggage, I felt some moist in my eyes. As young as she was, she was pregnant. Will Allah even forgive me if something bad happens to her? I thought while staring at her stomach. "I am so sorry" I said with a sigh. "Sorry will never change anything, the best thing is to abort it" She suggested. "No!" I protested. "But why?" She asked. "Don't you know the shame it will bring to our families if we don't get rid of it? I am asking you!" "Not when we keep it a secret" I said. "And how is that possible?" She asked. "By isolating yourself" I responded. "Until I deliver the child?" She rose her brows. "That means no school for me!" "Yes, but please have faith in me. I will In Shaa Allah make it up to you" I said. "Okey, na amince" She said after nearly a minute or so of silence. "But idan har ka yaudare ni bazan yafe ma ba, ever!" "I will never betray you" I assured her. "I hope so..." She said and then asked me to drive her to her friend's house. ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••  Written by; Muhammad Abubakar (KingMoha)

May Allah help u

Yusuf, when willu stop inviting drama into your life?

As tough as Yusuf act, his conscience is still intact

*I AM ABLE* Chapter 23 Aminah. Growing up in my uncle's house, I was treated as if I was an outsider. I had no right to do the things I like in the house and whenever I messed up, I would be throbbed mercilessly by both my uncle and his wife. They were so strict, cruel and also non-nonsense but despite all that... they gave me the best education. My parents had died in a plane crash when I was two years old, leaving all their wealth behind and since I was just a baby at that time, my relatives decided to share the wealth amongst themselves leaving me with nothing. That was unislamic but did they even care about their religion? They didn't! Thus, my uncle was forced to take me with him since he had no children. He was my father's stepbrother and was among the people that took everything from me. His mansion said it all, how could a secondary school teacher with petty salary own such a very big house with four cars? You should think too! And honestly, nearly everyone I knew used to think I was a pampered child since I was seen attending only private schools, living in a big house, wearing nice clothes, using expensive gadgets and so on. Unknown to them was the fact that all they used to see were but deceptions by my uncle to make them think he cared about me but he practically didn't. If only they knew! When I got admission into Zulu College, my uncle said after my Degree there he would literally marry me off because I was a liability to him. He had hoped to see me scale through the four years in a blink of an eye but then I brought pregnancy to him in my first semester. My uncle became furious that he beat the hell out of me and told me to pack all my belongings and return back to our village in Jigawa. But why would I even do that? Returning back to our village with pregnancy will land me into trouble, if only I had the money to abort it before going there. It was expensive and the person responsible for the pregnancy didn't even sign for it, he insisted that we keep the baby. Before I left my uncle's house, I already had my plan which was to go to my one true friend's apartment at Garima and  stay with her until things gets better. It was a decision I had to make whether I like it or not since I had no where to go and would certainly not return back to the village with the baby I was carrying. Safiya Abdulrahman had been a friend to me since childhood days, she knew almost all my secrets and I knew hers as well. She was the first to hear about the pregnancy and also the one that advised me to abort it. But as soon as she learnt who the person responsible was, she told me to keep it against all odds. Actually, it was Yusuf Dolari and his father owned the DAF Limited... I practically did not even know all that until Safiya did her research and told me. Well, his wealth wasn't what I was after. I just loved him. In fact, I was the one that approached him the day we first met during our orientation party but I did not do that to make him sleep with me, I only did that to win his heart. "Aminah!" Safiya yelled my name and swiftly walked over to me. "It is Yusuf, I think he wants to talk to you..." She said and then handed her phone over to me. "Okey" I accepted the call and placed the phone on my ear. "Good evening" "Evening!" He said and continued. "Where did you kept your phone?" "In the drawer" I muttered. "Okey, I have been calling you since" He said and I could sense the anger in him. "Sorry" I implored. "It's okey" He said and asked how I was before telling me to take care of myself and our baby. "If you need anything, money... please Aminah don't hesitate to tell me. I truly ought to make sure you and our baby are perfectly fine, okey?" "Okey" I gulped. "Did the nurse come today?" He asked. "No, she's busy" I responded. "Busy? Ita wawuya ce? I paid her to be checking on you daily fa!" He squealed. "Calm down, I was the one that grant her the permission not to come" I said. And that made him to heave a sigh. "Don't do that again, please" He said. "Okey..." I muttered and bade him goodnight before ending the call. Quite alright Yusuf was a responsible guy, he was just three years older than me but he behaved like someone two times older than me. He was also kind and generous, always spending on me as if I was his wife. Sometimes, I used ask myself if I had ever met someone like him in my life before. He was so unique, incomparable and I loved him. •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Written by; Muhammad Abubakar (KingMoha)

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It is getting complicated

Following

*I AM ABLE* Chapter 24 Fatimah. "And that reminds me, has Yusuf called you yet?" Qudrah quarried as she put on one of my hijabs, about to pray Asr. She had been in our house since in the morning. "Fatimah, I am asking you..." "Go and ask him!" I snapped at her. And that made her to scornfully laugh at me. "Don't you worry, okey? School is resuming soon, In Shaa Allah" She said. "Nonsense!" I rolled my eyes at her and left the room. She loved looking for my trouble, especially when the thought of Yusuf bounced into her head. I didn't know why she desperately wanted Yusuf and I to be in a relationship, and what would I even do with a bad guy? I mulled over as I gently walked downstairs and sat in the living room. Talking about bad guys, here comes the one in our house. I gulped as I gave him a glare. It was my cousin, the impotent Munir you all know about... and he was walking over to where I was. "Hello to the Queen Of Boobs" He uttered smiling. And that reminded me my veil wasn't in my body. Actually, I was so used to packing my hair in a ponytail using my veil whenever I was at home. Thus, I quickly untie the veil and cover my body with it. "You're bad, Munir" I said. "Bad?" He sat on the opposite armchair. "I am not bad for saying the truth, dear" "Must you say it?" I glared at him.  "Well," He smirked. "It's a bit surprise that your breasts have grown this big"  "And what's your business?" I asked. "My business is I want to know the type of cream you used in making them big so that I can purchase it for my fiancée too" He uttered smiling mischievously. "Mtsww, wallahi Munir I really pity Khadija Sidi Aliyu if you are the man she wants to get married to" I said. "Well, she is..." He was saying when my mother from nowhere yelled my name. "Fatimah, have you prayed?" She asked. "Yes, mum!" I responded. "Okey, go and get yourself prepared. Your father is about leaving already" She said and headed back upstairs. Honestly, today was the day my father planned to visit the CEO of Zaki Group — Ahmad Jaafar Zaki, and my mother insisted I must follow him. She said if she can not give birth to a male child for him, she would not let him chose Munir as the successor of his company. Just as I stood about going upstairs to my room, Munir said something that touched me. "You can never be able to deliver the service a male child can!" His words touched me but I pretended like it didn't at all. "Maybe you should ask why we are going to visit Ahmad Jaafar Zaki. It's because Jasraa, the CEO of DAF Limited is too powerful for my father and all his board members. And do you know how old she is?" I queried. "26, and I know her more than you do. She has a Masters Degree, while you on the other hand have nothing!" He said.  "I have my father's company, and I do not need any qualification to prove how worthy and able I am to rule it" I said. "We shall see!" He groaned. "Yes, we shall see!" I eyed him and left. When I salaamed into my room I saw Qudrah already preparing for home. I smiled at how chubby she was but yet wearing tight clothes. For men or for what? I had always wondered about it. I prepared myself as well, and together we went downstairs... where I saw my father already frustrated. "Here she is, I told you she's almost done" My mother said smiling. "And that is her friend..." "Following us too?" My father queried. "No Alhaji, she's going home. Munir will take her home" She said while smiling. "What?!" I wrinkled my brows. "Yes!" My mother said and told me to hurry up before my father change his mind. I wasn't really happy with her decision, how could she entrust the safety of my friend in the hands of an impotent? Perhaps she didn't know Munir and what he was capable of. "Don't follow him" I whispered into Qudrah's ear and glanced at Munir who inturn smiled evilly at me. "He's bad" "Don't worry" Qudrah said and thus we bade each other goodbye before I trailed my father to his car outside. It was a silent drive to Ahmad Jaafar Zaki's residence, a very big mansion with securities guarding every part of the house. The parking lot housed so many classic cars, the likeness of Yusuf was there as well. SUVs and... OMG, this man loved cars! To my scrutiny, they were 12 in number. All black in colour. "Welcome, Alhaji Aliyu Bulama" The tall handsome and very fair Ahmad uttered just as we were both ushered into his mansion. "I literally thought you were no longer coming, sir" He shook hands with my father while smiling broadly. "I am sorry, some circumstances can be quite extraordinary" My father smiled. "It is okey" He said and called a very beautiful pregnant woman to get us something to eat. Actually, she was his wife and her name was Humairah. He introduced us to each other and told us his other wife, Rania had traveled to Lagos to see her family. "Feel free, Fatimah. Your father is like a father to me as well. He was my father's course mate. They both studied business..." "Thank you, sir" I gave him a smile. "You are welcome" He smiled back. Thence, Humairah asked me to follow her to her chamber which was in the second floor. "Let us give them space, shall we?" She said, and as hopeless as I was I followed her. Actually, I wanted being involved in the business talk too. Immediately we were in her chamber, my eyes landed on three beautiful kids watching cartoon on DStv. They were not just kids, they were triplets and looked like Humairah. Though, they weren't dark but very fair like Ahmad. "Your kids?" I asked. "Yes" She said and asked them to greet me. Verily, they looked so much alike! "Good evening, ma!" They chorused. "Evening" I said imagining the power of Allah. If only they were all mine, Oh God I would be the happiest on earth! "Come, my sister" Humairah held my hand and took me to a very big room. It was her room, and there we sat on her bed and started gisting each other about ourselves. Actually, she was 25 and a holder of Degree in Economics Education. "I am presently teaching in Rose International School. And you?" "I clocked 19 few months back, and I am presently in 100 level at Zulu College studying business..." I said. "Nice, and I wish you all the best" She said and asked me furthermore about myself and thence my family. She said she had never seen my father before. "Not even on TV wallahi, my sister" "Hmm, that's because he doesn't like to be seen on TV like that. His aides are the ones always coming up on TV" I said. "Ahmad also doesn't like going on media like that. Even the upcoming interview that we would be having with Wattpad Tv, it is because of our company's 35th anniversary if not he wouldn't have even signed for it" She said, thus asked if I would be able to come to the anniversary. "It is next week, my sister" "I will try and come, In Shaa Allah" I said. Just then, we exchanged contact with each other. "Thank you so much" "For what?" She asked. "Being so nice to me" I said. "It's my pleasure" She smiled. I was very happy the fact that she was so kind to me, she even took me as her own sibling. I never knew I would have a replacement for Adnan so far whom I thought would be a sibling I never had. When it was time for me and my father to go home, she and Ahmad escorted us to our car and bade us goodbye. When my mother heard the whole story, she smiled and told me to get some rest. "But mum, why didn't I know about Ahmad Jaafar Zaki before?" I asked. "That's because their family are something else" She said and then gestured to me to leave her room.  "Hmm, alright then" I smiled and left. •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Written by; Muhammad Abubakar (KingMoha)

Well, yusuf family especially his sister doesn't know her little brother is a father. Wonder how she will react to the news

*I AM ABLE* Chapter 25 Yusuf. Yesterday was as bitter as bitter leaf to me. It was Aminah, she was no where to be found. What happened was that when I visited Safiya's house to see her, I was told she left since in the morning. Safiya told me she left without bidding her goodbye. She also told me that her mother had been complaining about Aminah's presence in their house and maybe that was why the poor girl left. "And none of you even cared to tell me?" I had asked breathing angrily. "We didn't take it serious" She had replied and told me she was sorry. What pained me more was the fact that none of us knew where Aminah was and the kind of situation she and the baby she was carrying in her belly might unimaginably be in. I had tried her number severally but to no avail, she was also offline on WhatsApp and Viber. In anger, I drove to her uncle's house and began knocking the gate so vigorous. The gateman came out and asked what exactly was wrong with me. I didn't reply him, I only started screaming Aminah's name so loudly. "Mr man, she's not here!" He had said. "Then where is she?" I had asked him. "I also don't know" He had responded. And just as I was about thundering him my phone began ringing and vibrating in my pocket. Without wasting much time I pulled it out and checked the caller I.D only for me to found out it was Aminah. Thus, I quickly picked the call and started throwing her questions. "Yusuf, I am fine please!" She had said. "Okey then, tell me where you are and I would come and get you" I had uttered. "I am in Jigawa, and I... I already have aborted the pregnancy" She had said, thus began crying through the phone. "What?!" I had puzzled. "I am sorry, I just don't think I can ever breed for someone that doesn't love me. You don't love me, Yusuf. You only want my safety. If only you love me, I would have kept the pregnancy" She had said. It took me nearly a minute to find what to say to her. "I am sorry too, but I hope you are okey and soundly?" I had asked. "Yes" She had responded. "Goodbye!" "Okey, take care" I had said. Thus, she ended the call. She seemed unhappy. In the night while laying motionlessly on my bed with the thought of what had happed lingering in my mind, Suleiman phoned and told me that our result had been placed in our department already. "Da gaske kake ko wasa?" I had asked. "Wallahi it is true!" He had responded and asked me to inform others as well. ... The following day I prepared for school as early as possible and drove there in a high speed. I was so surprised when I found out there were many people by the notification board already, all checking for their result. Thus, I tried my possible best and forced myself into the crowd until I was finally in front of the notice board. When I checked my name, I found out I had passed all my courses except Dr Marwan's 100level course which appeared as "pending". Oh My God, what again? I muttered as I unhesitatingly forced myself out of the crowd and then headed straight to his office. Thus, I found Fatimah Bulama already in his office and weeping. That really made me shock, what was going on? I wondered as I walked over to her. "Yusuf? Thank God you are even here!" Dr Marwan said taking off his glasses. "Good Morning, sir" I greeted him and then asked what exactly was going on.  "Nothing except what you both caused for yourselves. I saw your booklets, she answered five questions for you which made us to pend your results" He said. And that reminded me of the booklets Fatimah and I exchanged during his paper. Actually, she had offered to help me with the remaining five questions which I was unable to answer. If only I knew it would cause us both this problem, I wouldn't have let her help me. I turned and saw her still weeping, and that really broke my heart. By the way, what was I seeing in her chest? OMG things that were flat before, what had she done to make them this big? "Sir, we are sorry" I said as I turned to Dr Marwan. "It will not happen again" "Are you sure?" He wrinkled a brow. "Cross my heart" I said. "Okey then" He uttered and put back his glasses. "I will talk to the management" "Management?" I asked. "Yes Yusuf, it has already been reported to them by Dr Tanko Wada, the external lecturer that marked your exam scripts. But don't you worry, I will try and make sure everything is alright once we fully resume, okey?" He said but none of us was able to respond to him. Hence, he huffed and turned to Fatimah. "Stop crying, this is a private university and the management will not try anything stupid because students are resource they would always value, understand?" "Yes, sir" She sniffed. "Good, now you can go... both of you" He said while wearing a broad smile. "Thank you, sir" We chorused. Thus, we headed out of his office with Fatimah wiping off her tears. Finally, I was able to see her beautiful face as the sun brightened her face. She had grown more beautiful than before and even more hot than I ever expected. Wasn't even she the girl I once used to underestimate? The girl I used to say had nothing in her chest to impress a man? Well, here she was... glowing! "I am sorry" I uttered in what seemed like a whisper. "I am so sorry, Fatimah" "You don't have to be" She said and then continued. "It was all my fault, remember? I am the one to say that" "No, it was my fault" I protested. "No Yusuf, it was mine!" She said. And that was how we kept on arguing with each other until we were finally in the parking lot. Thus she huffed and stared at me. That was how we kept staring at each other until her phone brought us back to our senses. It was a call. "Hello" She picked the call. "Sick kuma?" She dropped her jaw. "Eh, na duba miki" She huffed. "Okey, I am on my way. Zan zo yanzu" She said and ended the call. "Who's ill?" I asked. "Qudrah" She said unlocking her car. "Oh, eyyah" I sympathised. "Can I come with you?" I wrinkled one of my brows. "Yes, but how about your car?" She said. "It can wait here" I winked at her. "Hmm" She smiled. "Okey then, lets go" •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Written by; Muhammad Abubakar (KingMoha)

Wow, So the writer of Humairah wrote this one two.and they say aboki.no sabi.book? I'm impressed .. Meanwhile, Werner missed to clear chances to put Chelsea ahead and Chelsea has just been handed a.red.card., oh.my.team,.where's pulisic?

Qudrah is preggi

*I AM ABLE* Chapter 26 Fatimah. Yesterday I was called by Qudrah who told me our semester result had been placed on the notice board. I was very happy because I had been waiting for such a day to come. And today, when I checked it and found out I was having problem with Dr. Marwan's course I headed straight to his office and asked him why I saw "pending" in his course. "Are you Fatimah Bulama?" He asked. "Yes, I am" I nodded my head. "Have a seat" He offered. "No, I am okey standing" I muttered. Thus, he huffed as he gently took off his eye glasses, cleaned it and wore it back. "Is Yusuf your boyfriend?" He queried.  "Yusuf Dolari? God forbid!" I squealed.  "Why did you said that?" He asked. "Because he is a bad guy" I uttered as I gently folded my arms across my chest. "Bad?" He wrinkled a brow. "Does that mean he forced you into helping him with his paper? Can you elaborate it?" "Actually, sir..." I gulped and continued. "I helped him because I... I didn't want him to... to carryover the course again" "Nice, why then did you said he's a bad guy? Has he ever..." He said as I cut in. "No, he has never done anything bad to me though he once overtook me with his car. I only said he's bad because I think he's somehow into smoking and also, you know, womanising" I uttered. "So, you're not even sure?" He asked. And as speechless as I was I began to stutter only for him to interrupt me. "Fatimah, it's not good that way. You ought to know people before judging them. Even in Islam it is not good..." He kept preaching to me until finally, he brought tears to my face with his words. Indeed I was so wrong to judge Yusuf, I should have known him better first. Oh Ya Allah, forgive me for all my mistakes. I supplicated inside my mind with tears and just then, Yusuf suddenly bounced into the office and found me in tears... "Yusuf? Thank God you are even here!" Dr Marwan said taking off his glasses. I thought he would involve Yusuf into what we were discussing but he didn't. "Good Morning, sir" Yusuf greeted him and then enquired what was going on.  "Nothing except what you both caused for yourselves" Dr Marwan said and then continued. "I saw your booklets, she answered five questions for you which made us to pend your results" Just then I felt Yusuf's eyes on me. And after some seconds of silence, he sighed and turned to Dr Marwan. "Sir, we are sorry. It will not happen again" He said. "Are you sure?" Dr Marwan asked. "Cross my heart" Yusuf said. Thus, Dr Marwan dismissed us from his office after having promised to rectify the issue of our results for us. He was very kind, more than he had ever been. While heading to the parking lot with Yusuf, I felt so shy to even look at him. What Dr Marwan said about judging people kept lingering in my mind. He was so right, and now I was regretting. As soon as we were in the parking lot, Qudrah called and told me she wasn't  feeling okey. Her voice said it all, and when I told her I would visit her that instant Yusuf insisted he would follow me. Well, I didn't stop him... after all, she was his friend as well and I owed him an apology for misjudging him. ... "You drive just like my sister" Yusuf said as soon as I quickly swung the car into the fast lane and maintained my speed. "How?" I queried. "Well," He cleared his throat and then continued. "You don't drive recklessly" "You can say that again" I muttered. Thus, he heaved a sigh and I could feel him staring at me while I concentrated on the road. "I never in my life knew a day like this will ever come" He uttered. "A day like what?" I glanced at him. "A day like this" He huffed and then continued. "Your car is so amazing" "Oh, hmm" Was all I could say to him with the hope that I wasn't making the wrong decision at all. I really hoped so! ... Immediately we arrived at Qudrah's house, I pulled over in front of the gate and headed inside together with Yusuf. Her mother, on seeing us welcomed us warmly and offered us some beverages to quench our thirst. "Qudrah is in her room, you can go and see her" She said. "Okey, ma" I uttered and then turned to Yusuf. "Lets go, her room is over there" "No, you should go alone" He said. "Why?" I asked. "Hmm, nothing" He smiled. "Okey then" I huffed. Just as I was heading towards Qudrah's room, I heard her mother from behind asking Yusuf why he didn't follow me. "Or are you shy of my daughter?" She asked and thus he replied negatively. "No ma..." He said. Hence, I salaamed into Qudrah's room and found her covered with a blanket. She cleared her throat and responded to my Salaam. "...Have a seat" She said. "I will, even if you did not tell me to" I sarcastically said as I sat close to her on the bed. "Alas, is it typhoid or malaria?" "It is Fatimah!" She rolled her eyes. "Awwn, so sick person like you also get mouth?" I said laughing loudly at her. "Yes fa, and even hand" She said as she threatened to punch me with her hand. "Sorry o!" I shifted a little bit from her. "Better" She said and continued. "So, how is my result? I... I know it is bad" "Yes it is, 8 carryovers" I teased. "All the courses? Impossible!" She said. "Koh? Shikenan" I giggled. "Ah, abeg na. Tell me the truth, I am anxious already o!" She complained. "Okey... okey," I cleared my throat and continued. "No carryover, CGP is 3.86" "Mine? Wow!" She quickly adjusted into a sitting position still covering herself with the blanket. "This is so very great!" "Yes, I am happy for you" I huffed. "Thanks, Fatimah. How about yours? I know it is great too!" She said smiling. "Yeah, Alhamdulillah. My CGP is 4.94 but one of my courses is pending. It is that Dr Marwan's course" I muttered. "Subhanallah! How comes?" She asked. "I involved myself into examination malpractice. I helped Yusuf..." I said. "Yusuf Dolari?" She coughed. "Sorry, yes... Him!" I said. "Hmm, now what?" She laid back. "Dr Marwan will rectify the problem" I said and continued. "By the way, tare da Yusuf nazo, he's in the living room yanzu. He said he's not coming in..." "Big lie!" She said. "Wallahi, he's with your mother" I said. "I don't believe you" She said. "Well then go and see for yourself, or you can call your mother and ask her since everything to you is a joke" I said. "Hmm, but how comes? Have you guys started dating ne? Tell me" She uttered. "Dating? Please!" I smirked. "But then how comes? I mean, the last time I checked; you really don't like him. So, why the sudden change? Or was I right all these while that you love him? Say something, Fatimah" She said. "Hmm, okey let me explain..." I said. Thus, I explained everything to her. •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Written by; Muhammad Abubakar (KingaMoha)

Is going smoothly

Silently observing

*I AM ABLE* Chapter 27 Yusuf. "Yusuf, is Adnan in school please?!" Fatimah asked walking over to me. I was in the library reading some books, the school management had decided to clear her pending result for her while setting a date for me to rewrite my own paper. I wasn't really happy at first but then, Dr Marwan told me it is better than carrying over the course again... "Yusuf, I am asking you!" Fatimah said. "Oh, sorry dear..." I huffed with a smile and continued. "I haven't seen him yet" "Like seriously?" She dropped her jaw. "Yes" I said with my eyes fixed at her. "Why asking about him all the time?" Honestly, she had never stopped asking about him ever since we resumed three weeks back. And as for me, I didn't care about him anymore. He had chose to be unserious. The last time I called him, he told me to just let him be for God's sake! "Yusuf, you won't understand" She said and continued. "I just hope it isn't about what happened last semester ending..." "What if it is? You did the right thing, dear. Just forget about him" I uttered. "Hmm, okey then" She said as she went through her bag. "Here, I bought you a donut and... a can coke along the way" "Awwn, thank you dear" I collected the donut first and gave it a bite. "Yummy!" I opened the coke and gulped it. "Wow!" "See how hungry you are, did you even eat before coming? Don't lie!" She said. "No, I didn't" I said with my mouth so full. "This donut is delicious, thanks!" "Yeah, it is" She smiled. "Let me be going, I am having lectures yanzu" "Oh, okey. Thanks, Fatimah" I said. "You are welcome, Yusuf" She uttered, hence bade me goodbye and then left. Ever since that day, yes... that day that I met Fatimah in Dr Marwan's office, we had been close to eachother like couple. We used to chat and also call eachother. It was like a miracle, and I never knew she would let me follow her to Qudrah's house. I truly wished I could tell Adnan this story, he would be so mad for sure. After eating the donut Fatimah bought me, I took the last gulp of the can coke and threw the can into the dustbin. It was great having a girlfriend... I mean, a female friend like Fatimah. Beautiful and kind. Hmm, and also hot. I smiled. When it was time for my own lecture, I returned all the books that I took to their respective shelves before going out of the library... into the scorching sun. And while walking to the lecture venue, someone summoned me from behind. It was Suleiman, and he was with Isah and some of our colleagues. "Where are you guys coming back from?" I said as soon as we greeted eachother. They were 8 in number. "From Adnan's house, he fell sick since yesterday according to lubna" Isah said. "Sick? Ban gane ba" I puzzled. "Wallahi he's sick" Suleiman chimed in. "But... but what is wrong with him?" I stuttered wondering what it could be. "Fever I guess" Suleiman said "Yes, but no one told us" Rabiat chimed in. "You can visit him after our lecture" "Alright then" I heaved a sigh. Just then, we spotted Dr Lailah walking so fast to the lecture venue. No one had to tell us to run into the hall before her, it was a fast and furious into the hall! And just as she entered the hall as well, she shut the door and gave us number. After the two–hours–lecture, I pulled my phone out of my pocket and called Fatimah. "AsSalama Alaykum..." I said immediately she picked the call. "Are you still in school please?" I enquired. "Wa'alaykumus Salam. No, I am already home wallahi. Any problem?" She said. "Not really, but I heard Adnan is sick and I would like us to visit him" I said. "Sick? Subhanallah!" She squealed. "Yes, so ya zamuyi yanzu?" I said. "Eh, I think you should come and get me. Let me prepare myself" She said. "Okey, but I don't know your house" I said brushing my hair with my hand. "Come to Luxury Quarters, our house number is 63. Stay by the gate, do not knock or even horn please" She said. "Alright, dear" I smiled. "Okey" She said and then ended the call. As happy as I was, I swiftly walked to my car in the parking lot and ignited the engine into action. Today, I would be knowing Fatimah's house. Wow, it really felt great. How fast was I now becoming closer to her? Even more than Adnan! I smiled mischievously, and kept smiling throughout the drive until I was finally by their gate. Just then, the smile on my face went away. The gate was very big and had the logo of Bulama Cooperation on it. And that could only mean that Fatimah Bulama was the daughter of Alhaji Aliyu, the CEO of Bulama Cooperation — a company best known for it cement and paint production, also one of our biggest rivals in the cement market. If only I knew she was his daughter right from the beginning, I wouldn't have literally associated myself with her! ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••   Written by; Muhammad Abubakar (KingMoha)

*I AM ABLE* Chapter 28 Fatimah. "Fatimah, I think the testing is okey like that. You've been testing Yusuf for long now, yet he kept passing..." Qudrah said. Indeed she was right, I had been testing Yusuf ever since I let him into my life. I just wanted to know who he really was. Yes, to know his exact colour and tone! "Qudrah, I know you don't like what I am doing but it is the best!" I said as I zipped the coke and donut I bought Yusuf from the cafeteria. "There is no way I can know him better without pushing myself more closer to him..." "Right?" She glared at me as we started walking gently away from the cafeteria. "Yes, and I am likely to offer him my body and see if he will accept it. If he does, then my hunch is right!" I said. "This is insanity, Fatimah!" She shouted. "Na sani ai, but that's the only way to know if he's a bad guy or not!" I said. "What if he accept the offer?" She said. "Then I will run and he will never get my attention again, not in this world and certainly not in the hereafter!" I uttered wearing a mischievous smile. Qudrah didn't say anything anymore, she only shook her head and warned me to be very careful. Well, I told her not to worry at all and that I could take good care of myself. The offering of my body would be the last test for Yusuf — if he failed, I would make sure he never get my attention again and Dr Marwan must hear about it. That is to literally tell him my hunch was right after all. Just as we reached our department, I took a turn to the library where Yusuf was after having bade Qudrah goodbye and told her to keep a seat for me in the lecture hall. It was even almost time for the lecture but I had to see Yusuf first. The moment I stepped into the library, I spotted him seating alone in the VIP section. He was stubborn, the section was meant for only lecturers. And how on this earth did he even managed to stay there without being forced to leave by the librarian? I thought while gently walking over to him. "Yusuf, is Adnan in school please?!" I said pretending as if that was what brought me to him. He was busy, so he didn't reply me. I had to yell at him. "Yusuf, I am asking you!" "Oh, sorry dear" He huffed with a smile and continued. "I haven't seen him yet" "Like seriously?" I dropped my jaw. "Yes..." He uttered and then enquired why I was always asking about Adnan. Actually, I was using Adnan's absence as an avenue to be approaching him in the name of enquiring about Adnan. "Yusuf, you won't understand..." I said thinking about the lie to tell. Just then, the thought of what happened on our final day at school last semester popped into my head. "I just hope it isn't about what happened last semester ending..." "What if it is? You did the right thing, dear. Just forget about him" He said. "Hmm, okey then" I said as I unzipped my bag and brought out what I bought for him. "Here, I bought you a donut and... a can coke along the way" I said. "Awwn, thank you dear" He collected the donut first and then gave it a bite. "Yummy!" He said as he opened the coke and gulped it. "Wow!" He smiled. "See how hungry you are, did you even eat before coming? Don't lie!" I uttered. "No, I didn't" He said with his mouth full. "This donut is delicious, thanks!" "Yeah, it is..." I feigned smiling. "Let me be going, I am having a lecture yanzu" "Oh, okey. Thanks, Fatimah" He said. "You are welcome, Yusuf" I uttered and then bade him goodbye before leaving. ... When I headed to the lecture venue, I found out Dr. Rashid was already in the hall. Well, I took his permission and then entered. He was a very wonderful man and was even more gentle than Dr. Marwan. He had never send anyone out of his lecture before. If you like come 10 or 5 minutes to the end of his lecture, he would only preach to you but not send you out like other lecturers used to do. After the lecture, Qudrah decided to stay for tutorial. I didn't know what came up to her but she really looked disturbed, perhaps something was kinda bothering her but what could that even be? I wondered as I drove back home alone with her thought allover my mind. She was my besty! Just after praying Asr, Yusuf called and told me Adnan was sick and he would like the two of us to visit him. Well, I gave him my home address and then told him to come and get me since I didn't really know where Adnan was living. He once told me the name of the area though but not the number of the house he was living in. After the call, I took another shower and then changed into an appealing outfit before reapplying some makeup on my face.  "I am by the gate" Came Yusuf's text. And as satisfied as I was with how hot I was looking right now, I winked at my reflection on the mirror and took my phone from the table before heading out of the room. "Where are you going to?" My mother asked as soon as I walked downstairs, she was watching in the sitting room with my father.  "Mum, Qudrah's house za ni" I lied. "Okey, but... where is your car key?" She asked. And that reminded me that I was only carrying my phone. "Fatimah, I am asking you... or are you trekking there?" I was very speechless, what should I tell her? That a friend was already outside waiting for me? I heaved a sigh, and just then something came into my mind. "Mum, my car is somehow faulty" I lied. "Okey, bari Munir ya kai ki then..." She said and before I could tell her I would prefer taxi she summoned Munir and told him to take me to my destination. "Toh, Anty Raliya" He said smiling. He was very happy, his emotion said it all. In anger, I rolled my eyes at him and headed out of the mansion with him trailing me. "Don't even waste your time, a car is already waiting for me outside!" I said heading to the gate. "Whose car?" I heard him smirked. "Come and see" I muttered. "Okey then" He said. Thus, he followed me out of the gate and as soon as he saw Yusuf he went back inside to probably report me to my parents. Well, I would tell them it was Qudrah's cousin brother... LOL! "Good evening" I greeted Yusuf. "Evening!" He said and stormed into his car without even dropping a comment about my new makeup and outfit. WTF! I hopped into the car as well, and while we were on our way to Adnan's house he cleared his throat and said he never knew I was Alhaji Bulama's daughter. "You know my father?" I asked. "Yes!" He said and never utter a word again until we reached our destination. "I also know Munir too, is he not your cousin?" He asked turning the car off. "Yes, cousin! But how did you know them?" I asked as anxious as I was. "If you go home, ask Munir" He uttered and then gently stormed out of the car. "Why not tell me?" I asked as I stormed out of the car as well. "Tell me, please!" "Okey then" He heaved a sigh. "Good" I gulped. "Munir was my sister's ex, and I don't know if you've ever heard about DAF Limited. That's our company" He said. At first I didn't really believe him at all, but then he gave me reasons to believe him. That was our worst day ever! I took a cab and went back home after realising the mess I got myself into. Yes, big mess! My father would think I was dating his rival's son and that might end my dream of running his Cooperation. When I reached home, I met what I was expecting. Insults, tantrums... that made me to shed the tears I had never thought of shedding. No matter how I tried to explain things to them, none of them cared to listen... Not even my beloved mother, she was very angry. Munir, however was happy! •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Written by; Muhammad Abubakar (KingMoha)

Munir na mumu man, acting like a kid.. Nice story sire... Fatimah, you should later explain to your parents you re using Yusuf to spy on DAF

*I AM ABLE* Chapter 29 Yusuf. "So you knew she was Alhaji Bulama's daughter and you didn't even apprise me?" I muttered glaring at Adnan. Yes, all that while he should have told me about it. If only he had told me about it then maybe... just maybe, I wouldn't have pushed myself into her life this far. "Don't you have anything to say?" "What should I say, dan Allah?" Adnan coughed and continued. "You knew her before me fa, or have you forgotten?" He said. And that reminded me of the day we met both Fatimah and Qudrah in L-Spot, that was his first time of seeing them and also the same day I gave him green light to court Fatimah. How stupid was I to forget about that? "I am sorry" I said adjusting my sitting position on his couch. "For everything" "You've done nothing, bro" He coughed again and continued. "But... you should have told me you love her that day too" "I swear I wasn't sure of my feelings for her as of then, I am so sorry..." I huffed. "It is okey, after all she doesn't love me" He said turning to the other side of his bed. "The thunder has been grumbling since, and I think you should go home" "Are you sending me away?" I asked. "No, I just don't want rain to keep you here till tomorrow ne kawai" He said. "Okey" I muttered after nearly a minute of silence. "I wish you quick recovery..." "Thank you" He waved at me. "Alright" I said as I withdrew to my feet. And just as I was about leaving, he told me something that really surprised me. "There is indubitably no true love in this world without adventure. If you both truly love each other, then you must face whatever comes your way in order to be with each other!" He said. His words really made sense but how on earth would both Fatimah and I be able to face the challenges ahead of us when in fact our parents were plain rivals? Alhaji Bulama wouldn't dare give me his daughter no matter what. "Goodnight, bro!" Was all I could say to Adnan. Thus, I gently left his room with lot of thoughts pacing allover my mind. Just as I was heading towards the gate as fast as I could, Lubna appeared from nowhere and blocked my way thence folded her arms across her chest. She seemed angry, and I knew why. It was because I had totally ignored her, if only she knew why I wasn't interested in her anymore. "You tried..." She said. "Tried kuma?" I puzzled. "Look Lubna, rain is about falling and I have to..." – I couldn't complete my words when she hugged me and placed her lips on mine. God knows I tried to control myself but I couldn't, I found myself wanting to do even more than that but then the wind shoved us apart. "The wind is jealous!" "You can say that again" I smiled. "Uhmm" She heaved a sigh. "Go home before you get yourself drenched fa..." "My car is outside" I chirped. "Okey, go before someone sees us" She uttered, smiling mischievously at me. "Alright" I nodded my head even though I wasn't happy with how the kiss ended, it was sudden and I really disliked that. "Goodnight!" She said while moving backwards. "Dream about me, kaji?" I was so... speechless, I could not even utter another word and that was how she left me there as confused as I was! ****** When I drove back home, I took a warm shower thinking about what really happened between me and Lubna. I truly didn't see it coming! Knock! Knock!! Knock!!! "Yusuf, can we talk please?" My sister said the moment I stepped out of the bathroom and headed into the closet. "I am busy!" I squealed. "Doing what?" She queried. "Must you know? Well, I am changing. So, you really should wait!" I uttered. "Mtsww, as if I haven't seen everything in the past already. Do quick!" She said. "Whatever!" I squealed. As soon as I was done changing into my nightwear, I walked straight to the door and opened it for her. She was dressed in a new outfit; a black inner dress or should I say vest, and a kimono. And her hair was packed in a ponytail. Was she going out in such a rainy weather? "Nightwear? Go and change abegy, you are escorting me somewhere" She said. "I am sorry, can't go anywhere" I said. "Why?" She wrinkled a brow. "I am tired" I said about shutting the door off when she pushed me inside. "Go and change else..." She said. "Else what?" I wrinkled a brow. "Just do as I said, please!" She said. "Fine!" I squealed heading to the closet. After getting myself dressed into a very tight caftan, I wore a matched—colour jeans and then walked out of the closet. "Good, ko kai fa?" She said smiling. "Mtsww" I frowned my face. Thus, we went downstairs and then Luba and Zubaina escorted us to our company car with umbrellas. It was warm inside the car, and as soon as I fastened my seatbelt I started feeling sleepy. That was just it, I slept until I was later on woke up by my sister... "Kai, tashi. We've reached our destination..." She patted me. And just as I gently opened my eyes, I saw us at the main entrance of Minna Airport. I was practically surprised, and before I could ask her what we were doing there my eyes landed on our mother standing with her luggage. "Mum?" I quickly rubbed my puffy eyes to be sure of what I was seeing. "Mum!" I stormed out of the car and ran to her. I had missed her, the last time I talked to her on phone she told me she didn't know when she and our father would be allowed to return back to Nigeria... but here she was, Alhamdulillah. I had to embrace her tight and as soon as we averted I asked where our father was. "They asked him to stay" She said and continued. "I really don't know why!" •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Written by; Muhammad Abubakar (KingMoha)

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*I AM ABLE* Chapter 30 Fatimah. Two months ago, Munir reported me to my parents the moment he saw me with Yusuf. If it was someone else, it would not have been a problem but Yusuf was the son of my father's biggest rival in the cement market. My father was so angry, same as my mother. Munir had told them that Yusuf and I were dating. Sometimes, I used to wonder what kind of a person Munir was. But I was sure he was a very big fool and an impotent. That day, I wept until I eventually lost my voice. I was so sad because none of my words mattered to my parents anymore, they believed in whatever Munir said. Thence, they warned me to stay away from Yusuf and since then neither I nor Yusuf had talk to each other yet — not even on phone. He literally knew our obvious differences as well, hence he maintained his lane. People had wondered a lot how Yusuf and I distanced ourselves from each other. Actually, we didn't used to talk even if we meet in the rest area. We would only glance at each other, that's all. Even the glancing, I had tried my possible best to stop it but I couldn't because he was already on my head. Today, I decided to stay in the lecture hall as soon as we were done with our first lecture. Qudrah however went to the cafeteria to eat together with her new crush, Mahmud. He was the first child of Justice Salman Wushishi. It was love at first sight, we both met him the day he visited his kid sister in our faculty — she was in Accounting department, also a fresher like us... Mahmud was a cute guy, dark and very tall. He could be the same height with Yusuf. The day we met, he made it clear that he was interested in Qudrah. I didn't trust him at first though because I thought it was lust but eventually he proved his trustworthiness to us. Everyday, he would take Qudrah to the cafeteria to feed her for free. I used to follow them too but not often, and whenever I didn't follow them he would buy something for me when coming back. He was a very nice guy. While swapping through my phone, deleting some of the trifling contacts in my list I came across Yusuf's contact. Something told me to delete it but again, something told me not to. I had to debate with my inner self first before finally deciding to leave it, at least for some time. I didn't know why I also landed at such decision, even his pics I did not delete any of them. I placed them in a single folder and hid them in my secret file manager. Every time I wanted deleting them, I would end up deciding not to. As if it was a magic! Just as I was done screening my contact list, I swiped to Boomplay and held my earpieces in my ears. My intention was to play a song but before I could do that, I began hearing  people screaming from behind. What's happening? I turned and just then I saw Yusuf fighting with Habib, our course representative. I was astounded, I wondered what brought him and why he was fighting Habib... People tried to quench the fight but to no avail, Yusuf and Habib refused to stop. I didn't want to interfere but the moment Yusuf received a punch on his nose and started bleeding, I ran towards them and push Habib away. I had to do that because if I didn't, then someone might be mortally injured in the end. It wasn't easy ending the fight, Yusuf was stubborn but the moment I slapped him he composed himself. He wasn't happy how the fight ended, Habib however was taken away from the scene by a dozen of our colleagues. Thus, I quickly brought out a tissue from my bag and handed it over to Yusuf for his broken nose. "Take it!" "Thank you" He said as he collected it. I didn't enquire what literally happened between him and Habib, I only turned about to leave when he began narrating the story to me. "I was looking for... for... Adnan when I decided to check this hall from the back and just then, I bumped into that asshole and he started laying insults on me like it was even my fault" "How I wish you are telling the truth" I uttered as I turned and glanced at him. "I swear it's the truth, ask him" He said. "Not that" I shook my head. "Okey, what?" He said cleaning the blood in his nostrils with the tissue. "About looking for Adnan" I said. "Hmm" He huffed smiling. His smile made my heart to beat, he was more handsome when smiling. I had to tell myself to leave the scene lest I end up acting stupidly or strangely around. "We can't be friends" I said as I turned about leaving when he held my hand. "Maybe we can" He said and continued. "What if I tell you that Munir is the one behind the fire that took your father's former cement factory? And also the mole that is providing my sister with all information about your father's company? Would we then be friends?" I didn't know when I stared at him with a puzzled face. "Can you prove all that, please?" I asked with a wrinkled brow. "Yes" He said releasing my hand. "Meet me tomorrow in Brimstone, he and my sister would be meeting there as usual" "How can I trust you?" I asked because Brimstone was a very bad place. It was a luxurious hotel filled with bad people. "Fatimah, you can come with Qudrah or anyone if you trust me not" He uttered.  "Okey then" I said. Thus, he smiled and bade me goodbye before leaving the hall. His words had touched me to the extent I couldn't even move an inch after he left. Munir was behind what? I mulled over with my mind filled with different thoughts. If really it was true then Munir had to go! I went back to the seat I was occupying and just then Qudrah came back with her Mahmud. And yes, they bought me something to eat. It was rice and beans with two pieces of meat in a takeaway. Also, a chilled Coke and a sachet water. •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Written by; Muhammad Abubakar (KingMoha)

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*I AM ABLE* Chapter 31 Yusuf. My life without Fatimah around me was so boring, I was already used to her presence hence even though I knew being in a relationship with her could be dead end – I still wanted to be with her. Was it love or what? I also didn't know, I just wanted to be her friend. The day she left me by Adnan's gate was the last time we talked, and that was two months ago. From that day, whenever we meet each other she would pretend as if she didn't know anything about me. And the more she ignored me, the more I craved for her presence. It was like a charm, hmm only that it wasn't really a charm... *** When few days ago the person I hired to secretly investigate the cause of the fire that ate Bulama's former cement factory came to me, he submitted his reports to me and I paid him off. The reports came as I was suspecting. Yes, with my sister manipulating Munir to execute some inhuman tasks for her. The fire was not natural, the reports showed lots of evidences sufficient to put both my sister and Munir behind bars. Also, there was a 64gb pen drive containing the voice records of many secret meetings by the two culprits. That day, I literally slept with my sister's thoughts allover my mind. Why would she do such malicious thing that could land her into hell in the hereafter, and jail in this world? Was it to impress our father? I kept asking myself series of questions. If I was the Yusuf of the past, I would have duplicate all the reports and send them to Bulama Cooperation in anonymous style but I had changed and had become the opposite of me. I believed my mother's prayers changed me and I pray they change my sister too before she land herself into the pit of hell. As for Munir, I would make sure I silenced him by exposing him to Fatimah. Without him, my sister would not continue with her malevolent acts! It was after that conclusion that I was able to sleep soundly on my bed. Yes, and the following day I began thinking on how to approach Fatimah... How to expose the mole in their house that if care is not taking could one day lead their company to bankruptcy. I was eager to expose him to her, so eager! But it was Saturday and there was no weekend lectures, thus I had to wait till Monday and on that Monday, I went out in search for her the moment I arrived at school around 10am. I had afternoon lectures only that day. Something told me to save the search and just call her but I knew Fatimah, her heart is strong and she was no–nonsense. She would ignore my call so I kept searching for her in places I could find her. First, the cafeteria since at that 10am they would've finished their first lecture and would've been to the cafeteria already. Unfortunately, when I searched through the cafeteria I only oversaw Qudrah and the tall black guy that had been allover her for some time now. I think he liked her, they were always together. When I couldn't find Fatimah with them, I knew she was somewhere in the department so I headed there and looked around the rest area first before finally deciding to check the hall they had their first lecture in. Hopefully, I oversaw her seated in one of the front seats operating her phone. And for some unknown reason, I found myself staring at her... admiring her beauty, the beauty that didn't surface until I had already underestimated her in the past and only recognized her butts as the only thing that could attract me to her. Now God had proved me wrong! No, no don't approach her from the front... Surprise her from the back! I gulped as I moved backwards and then walked towards the back door. Just as I was entering, I pumped into Habib and he started raining insults on me as if it was my fault. Actually, he was the one not looking at where he was going. Yes, he was busy with his phone and that was the cause. The phone fell and luckily, nothing happened to it but he wasn't happy still. He wanted to pour out his rage on me and that eventually initiated a fightbetween us. I was too cool these days and that gave him the opportunity to render my nose broken. Fatimah ascended from where she was seated and began separating us but I was so engrossed in anger, I wanted to revenge for my broken nose but the moment she angrily thundered my face with a very resounding slap, I gave up. Actually, the slap really hurt me. She might have combined all the anger she had for me in that single slap. After ending the fight, she brought out a tissue paper from her bag and handed it over to me in order to clean my nose. "Thank you" I said and thus narrated what brought up my fight with Habib. "How I wish you are telling the truth" She said as she gently glanced at me. Hey, don't let her beauty drive you crazy! Be strong, Ok? And compose yourself. I gulped composing myself. "I swear it's the truth, ask him" I said as if if she ask Habib he would tell her the real truth. "Not that" She shook her head. "Okey, what?" I queried cleaning the blood in my nostrils with the tissue paper she gave me. She still cared... "About looking for Adnan" She said. Yeah... I had lied to her in my earlier explanation that I was searching for Adnan, meanwhile she was the one I was there for. I was just so flustered! "Hmm" I huffed smiling in defeat. "We can't be friends" She said turning about to leave when I held her hand. "Maybe we can" I said and just then I decided to spill out what brought me to her. "What if I tell you that Munir is the one behind the fire that took your father's former cement factory? And also the mole that is providing my sister with all information about your father's company? Would we then be friends?" "Can you prove all that, please?" She queried as she wrinkled one of her brows after nearly a minute silence. "Yes..." I gulped and continued. "Meet me tomorrow in Brimstone, he and my sister would be meeting there as usual" "How can I trust you?" She asked.  "Fatimah, you can come with Qudrah or anyone if you trust me not" I muttered. "Okey then" She said. Thus, I bade her goodbye and left. My intention wasn't just to expose Munir, but to let her see what he was doing with her own eyes. As the saying goes, seeing is believing. And according to some educationists, what is seen is technically unlikely to be forgotten... After my lectures, I went back home and took a very warm shower. You know it was hot, it had been six days since God blessed us with rain and I had sweated while I fought Habib, he was lucky Fatimah came between us! After praying Asr, my phone began ringing. It was my sister, Jasraa. And just as I picked the call she told me I was urgently needed by our father in our head office. "...please hurry up!" "I thought I am no longer a member? Why does he needs me there?" I said. "Just come!" She ended the call. Hmm, at long last I am needed! I heaved a sigh as I quickly brushed my curly hair, took my phone, car key and then headed out. And talking about our father, yes he had returned a month ago; healthy and sound. Though he had changed totally, more slim and less strict. He hardly talk like before as well. When I drove to our company's head office, old memories struck my head. My life had changed the moment my father gave me the acting CEO of his company, I was so happy... just done with high school and was just 19. He was so eager  to see me running his company. I was optimistic, but then I started facing challenges with the board members who used to oppose everything I brought up. They said I was too naive to run the company. Also, I might one day push the entire company to bankruptcy. I was not happy at all so I reported them to my father who advised me to learn from them first. Well, I tried my best to endure all their nonsense thinking things would change sooner but guess what? Nothing changed. One day, we hard a strong disagreement and I drove out in anger. That anger made me to kill an innocent boy on the road. Even though his family hadforgiven me the moment I explained everything to them, I still decided to compensate them with money. They said the boy was stubborn, he didn't like staying at home. He's seen only when he's hungry. After his burial, which I had attended, I started having lot of flashbacks of what happened. Nightmare became everyday and my life eventually changed totally. I started doing bad things that I never even thought I would ever do in my life, and when I became addicted to those things the flashbacks and nightmares stopped. To my scrutiny, the boy's spirit sorted for its own justice despite the fact I had fasted for 60 days according to Islamic law and had even compensated his family with money. Well, I guess some spirits don't forgive. "Who are you, sir?" A security man said as soon as I arrived at our head office. He must be new! "Yusuf..." I introduced myself to him. "Oh, I am so sorry sir..." He said as he quickly opened the main gate for me. "It is okey" I said and then accelerated straight to the parking lot. And just as I stormed out of the car, I ran into the fifteen storey that was facing me. The staff that knew me bowed for me while those that didn't know me wondered who I was. You know, there were lot of new staff. My sister had severally fired old ones and had appointed new ones. "Welcome, sir" Amir, my ex secretary said as soon as he saw me heading to the conference room. Thus, we greeted each other and he ushered me into the room. And just as my father saw me, he gesture to me to sit in an empty swivel chair that was facing my sister. There was no welcoming, not even from any of the board nonsense. After all, they hated me too. Some even glared at me. "Do you know why I called you?" My father asked the moment I sat down. "No sir" I gulped. "Well, your sister has pushed us into a great loss. She went and signed a deal with Yargote Group, an unproductive deal that ended with nothing. I can't believe our 6 billion naira is so gone!" He said as he hit the desk with a fist. Awwn, so now you need me huh? I thought she was a professional... "Dad, I am so sorry for what Jasraa did" I said as I glanced at her. If you see how red her eyes were, you would laugh. They were so red and one could see the traces of tears on her face, she must've already cried so bitterly before I came. "I don't think we can just swallow this, how can she make a deal with people she didn't know at all? And the CEO of Yargote Group had the guts to show us an abandoned factory saying that was what they bought with all the money. What nonsense! " He screamed hard. "I am sure it was a big mistake and it happened because Jasraa wanted our company to progress more than Bulama Cooperation. If you may please allow me to say my mind, Jasraa really took perfect competition market (PCM) lightly. She thought any firm can just do as they want, setting up deals anyhow and fighting against all odds to be more successful than other firms in the market. She used her own knowledge and understanding of politics to win all fights and pull us to the peak in cement market but look what happened today? Politics is never business, it is only in politics that we endanger our enemies for our personal gain, for us to be more progressive than them but that doesn't apply to business. Yes, in business we use our efforts, our technology and wisdom..." Just as I kept talking, the board members began clapping for me. "...It is important for every business person to be educated in business and all aspects of production" I concluded. "Thank you, Yusuf" My father said as he joined the board members in clapping for me. Though he wasn't smiling at all. Jasraa, however, stood up in tears and left the conference room. She must be touched by the fact that there was no place for Political Science in Business! •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Written by; Muhammad Abubakar (KingMoha)

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*I AM ABLE* Chapter 32 Fatimah. When yesterday Yusuf told me to meet him at Brimstone in order to prove how unclean his sister and Munir were, he had totally forgotten to tell me the time. Hence, I sent him a text asking about the time and he replied with "8pm dot" which made me to scoff. Me that curfew was imposed on ever since my parents found out he was my friend — I wasn't allowed to go out alone immediately I return from school. It had to either be with Munir or anyone in our house. Sometimes even with someone, I would still be told to stay. Like I wasn't trusted anymore, and my mother was the one behind all the pressurisation. "I am only doing these for you" She had once told me that. And how's that even a favor? I used to always ask myself that question. Today, as soon as I sluggishly arrived at our department I met many people by the notification board. "God, BFN 121 is our first paper o!" I overheard a girl squealed and that reminded me of the fact that our second semester exam was already fast approaching. "Two papers on Monday?!" Someone screamed. "Yes Nana, BFN and CBS..." "Excuse me!" I uttered the moment I approached them. "I want to snap it" "Okey... Alright..." They shifted for me. Thus, I snapped the timetable and left. The lecture I was having today was one and would take place in two hours time so I headed to the library to read. After all, our exam was starting next week. I should start preparing for it from today. While reading, four girls came into the library giggling and murmuring. It was as if they were gossiping... who knows? And soon after they all settled down in Section B, another girl came in with a very sad face and walked over to them. "He despised you too, right? I knew it!" One of them sarcastically asked the girl. "Mtsww, wallahi Aysha that guy is too holy!" The girl said lowering her voice. "I offered him my body but he rejected" "That is Yusuf Dolari for you" The other one said thus luring my full attention to them. "I heard he had a bad past though but something changed him recently..." That moment, I didn't know when my heart began beating fast, my Yusuf? I mean, my friend? I was so astounded.  "Maybe something changed him" "Well, fuck the change!" "Yes, I am also not happy. They are very rich and my dream is to... carry a baby for him. I really love him so very much" "Abeg o, we all love him!" "Yes Aysha, that's a very good point of correction because I love him as well" "Hmm, okey o!" "Yes, I will even call him again later..." They kept on talking and talking as if they were parrots, turning the entire library into a market place. And when I couldn't endure their piercing noises I stood up, loaded my books into my bag and began heading towards the exit. "Hmm, toh fa I guess we are disturbing some people here" One of them uttered. "Let them go, jare!" "Yesso, na dem sabi!" I didn't utter any word to them, I only left the library because I could endup blasting them all if I should speak. But truly, I wasn't happy hearing all that from women like them. I was puzzled as well how such grownups would low their valence to such pathetic state. Talking about valence, if something bad should happen to them now the person that the masses would blame would be Yusuf because he's a guy. Their words really had proved to me how evil most of us could be, forcing ourselves into men and if they impregnate us or infect us with something; we wouldn't blame ourselves but them... because we are so selfish to acknowledge our misdeeds. Yusuf might be a bad person in the past and might also not be. Even if he was, it would be best if we judge him by what made him to be such. Was it the likes of the foolish girls I met in the library, or something domestically? Who knows? God, please guide us all aright. Ameen! I heaved a sigh while walking towards the rest area, I still had a lot more time to read before our lecture. Just as I sat on one of the benches, I pulled out my books from my bag and began going through them consecutively until it was quarter-to the time of our lecture. Thus, my colleagues gradually began arriving. "Hey, lady..." Anastasia uttered heading towards me. "Waiting for your friend?" "Not really" I beamed, loading back my books into my bag. "Just reading, dear" "Oh nice, you must have seen the timetable too" She beamed back. "Yes o!" I said as I gently stood up to my feet. "I even snapped it with my phone" "Okey, so how are you?" She asked. "Fine..." I said as we began heading towards the lecture hall. "And you?" "Same" She said. Thus, we went inside; looked for a seat and settled leaving a space for Qudrah. I really thought she would come but she didn't, and after the lecture I called her and she told me she was in Brimstone. "Doing what?!" I yelled at her. "Mahmud's best friend invited me to his birthday party!" She screamed hard due to the booming background music that was played in the place with heavy beats that could kill one's eardrums. "How mad of you? So, that is far better than ECN class right?" I angrily asked. "What did you said?!" She screamed again, this time around more loudly. "I said..." "Sorry Fatimah, I will call you later. I really can't hear you clearly" She said. And before I knew it, she hanged off the call. And just as I was about sending her a text to come to school that instance, a Salaam from behind halted me. It was Yusuf, thus I responded to his Salaam. "Can I sit close to you?" He asked. "Yes, sure" I gulped shifting a little bit for him. He was in his usual bodyhug caftan, although this one looked new.  "Thank you" He beamed as he sat down close to me. "Hmm, how are you today?" "Fine..." I gulped enjoying the pleasant smell of the scent he might have spread allover his body. The smell wasn't new though but today's was too much and I liked it so very much. "How about you?" "Fine too" He cleared his throat. Thus, the thought of the girls I met in the library suddenly popped into my mind. I would like to warn him to be more careful about them but what if that was a wrong idea? I wondered. "And studies?" I asked. "Alhamdulillah, dear" He huffed. "How about yours? Exam is even next week" "Yes, I have even started reading" I said. "Good" He said and continued. "Our meeting won't be possible again, my father suspended my sister yester..." "What!" I cut in. "How and why?" Actually, I was so surprised. "She really messed up with our funds, in fact some of the board members are thinking she's a looter" He explained. "Which means she's no longer a threat to us, right? But how about Munir? If he is not exposed he would team up with another rival of ours someday..." I said. "I don't think so" He heaved a sigh. "Why?" I gulped staring at him. Those library girls were right though, Yusuf was way too handsome. Sometimes I used to wonder why he even chose me over all the beautiful girls in our school. Was he after my body? I really used to think he was after my body in the past but now I realised he wasn't after that. "Munir was only betraying your father because he still love my sister" He said. "And she was using that to manipulate him? That is... selfishness!" I lamented. "Yes, but that story is now over. She's even returning back to Egypt in two days time, she needs some time alone" He said withdrawing to his feet. "Can we please go to the cafeteria? I'm very hungry gaskiya. How about you, dear?" "Hmm" I huffed. I wasn't really feeling hungry though but I couldn't resist his request. "Okey, lets go" I stood as well. That was how we went to the cafeteria together, with some people jealously looking at us. We ate to our fill, gisted, share our stories and eventually left the cafeteria. Thus, Yusuf bade me goodbye and headed to his lecture. It was time! The moment he left, I felt like a part of me had been taken away. I even forgot about Qudrah... What was wrong with me? I wondered as I looked for a place in the corridor of the hall and then sat down. His story was heart touching, it was even the part that he killed a boy with his car that touched me more. An accident that changed his whole life. And then his father added more to his problem, some parents are just selfish. I kept thinking until their lecture was over, he came out perplexed together with Adnan and said he thought I was gone already. Well, I also didn't know what kept me there. Yes, I didn't know. "Let me leave you both alone" Adnan said about leaving when I halted him. "Why? We are all friends" I said. "No, Yusuf is the only friend I have here. Goodbye" He uttered and left. Ahh, what is wrong with this fool? Why is he acting like a kid? This is ridiculous! Yusuf didn't say anything about it, me either. He brought a fresh topic which we started discussing about... until the moment we arrived at the parking lot. Thus, we stared at each other for like forever before my phone interrupted us. The most annoying part was that, the call was from MTN customer care. "Mtsww!" I hissed returning the phone back into my bag. "Mtn and there prob" "Customer care koh?" He asked. "Yes" I nodded. "Hmm" He sighed. That was how we continued staring at each other until we were tired. Hence, we bade each other goodbye and drove to our homes. Immediately I was home, I met my parents and some staff from our company celebrating God Knows What. It was after I asked that I was briefed. "We are now leading!" My mother said wearing a broad smile. •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Written by; Muhammad Abubakar (KingMoha)

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This kind rival stuff

I wnt blame jasraa tho, she wasnt made for a legal business but something like a drug cartel.. Yusuf and Fatimah, hmmm.. Munir, all because of a gal,

Ride on delezy

Adnan is too childish...love is not by force na, Fatimah just forget the guy jor

na wa ooh

*I AM ABLE* Chapter 33 Yusuf. It was like a magic, how time went by. Today marked a week since my sister flew to Egypt, and few days since our second semester examination started. Special thanks to Allah for His mercy, and also for everything. Surely, there wouldn't be US without His mercy... "Yusuf, don't tell me you are thinking about Fatimah!" Suleiman pulled me out of my trance and began smirking. We were in the rest area together with Adnan and Isah. Today, our paper was to commence late in the evening but I had went to the school early just to see Fatimah. Yes, and I was able to see her after her paper. Thence, we talked for nearly two hours or so before she left. "What if I am thinking about her? Ina ruwanka?" I hissed rolling my eyes at Suleiman. "Abeg, mind your business" "Hahaha, lover boy kawai" He laughed. "And who isn't a lover boy here?" I said, the fact that we all had female friends. "Adnan isn't o!" Isah chimed in. And for a moment, I remained silent. I had even forgotten he turned down his new crush's hand already. He said she wasn't beautiful like Fatimah Bulama. Also, she was the type that like money. "Adnan will soon get another one again" I said, and that made Isah and Suleiman to laugh. "Why are you guys laughing?" "Because they know I will not date any dumbass girl again!" Adnan squealed. Just as I was about asking why he said that, a postgraduate student appeared and asked us to check our time. Verily, we all knew what he meant by that so we stood and headed to the exam hall which was few walks away from our department. The exam wasn't that hot though, but I had sweated vigorously. And as soon as I went back home I took a very warm shower and changed into another outfit. Hence, I prayed Magrib and then headed downstairs for dinner. "Good evening dad, good evening mum" I greeted them as I settled on the table. "Evening!" They chorused, with my mother wearing a smile on her face. The smile grew wider, and that made me to wonder what really was behind it. "Mum, is everything okey?" I asked. "Nothing much" She cleared her throat. "Okey?" I wrinkled a brow. "Hmm Yusuf, it would be better if you hear it from your father" She uttered. "Okey" I said and turned to my father. "Uhm dad, you heard what mum said" "Yes!" He sipped his drink. "Actually, we've heard that you have changed" "Also," My mother chimed in. "Your father is willing to restore you back" "Me?" I wrinkled my brows in surprise. Talking about change, how on earth did they even know that? "But mum, how..." "No questions!" My father intruded. "Your work starts after your exams" "Thank you, dad" I smiled. "You're welcome" He huffed. After the dinner, I prayed Isha before driving out to a suya spot. Actually, it was my favourite place and I used to visit it whenever I felt like eating suya. Just as I was served, I called Fatimah and spoke for almost three hours on phone with her before finally ending the call – I literally had to let her rest. "Here, Magaji, your money" I handed the man his money and headed to my car. Just as I was about starting it, my phone rang. I actually thought it was Fatimah but thence I found out it was Lubna, she'd been disturbing me ever since she stole my number from her brother's phone, Adnan. She thought the kiss she gave me that day would make me date her but she was wrong. The kiss, though, had landed me into thinking about committing Zina with her but fortunately, Allah helped me overcame it. Since then, I tried not to ever set my foot in their house again. "AsSalama Alaykum, Yusuf" She said immediately I finally picked her call. "Wa'alaykumus Salam" I muttered. "Hmm, my love, toh how are you?" She asked laying emphasis on the MY LOVE. "I am fine, but I am not your love fa" I said tired of sympathising her, tired of being scared of hurting her feelings... "You are just testing me, I know!" She huffed through the phone. "I love y..." "Please just stop it!" I yelled at her. "But why? Last year you proposed to me, what if I had accepted you that time?!" She said sounding aggrieved. "That was last year, now I am really not interested anymore. And if you don't let me be, wallahi I will... hurt you!" I said. "Yusuf..." She said as I ended the call. There was absolutely NO WAY I would date her when in fact I had someone in my mind already, if only she had in the past accepted me – then maybe I would not have met the woman I was in love with presently. Yes, Fatimah Bulama! •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Written by; Muhammad Abubakar (KingMoha)

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Yusuf have really changed

Smiling...next pls

How will this ur love for Fatimah end?

*I AM ABLE* Chapter 34 Fatimah. Ever since Yusuf and I became so close to each other two years ago, people had been wondering if we were some kind of lovers or if we were dating. Well, if it is about love; I truly loved Yusuf, and he loved me as well but we were still just friends due to the issue of our families' rivalry which we hoped to end after we take control of our parents' companies in the future — In Shaa Allah. It might take long, but we still hoped in Allah... Indeed a lot had happened in the past two years, which includes Yusuf and I confessing our feelings for each other. Technically, he was the one that did it first then I gave him my feedback in a month and some weeks later. I really had thought he wouldn't wait for my reply that long but... he patiently did and, that made me loved him more. Qudrah, however, had totally changed after breaking up with Mahmud for a reason best known by them. Although she told me he was the one that asked for the breakup. But why would he do that? Well, I did not doubt her though since Mahmud refused to talk to me. I believed if he was innocent, he would have talked to me... or at least, told me what my friend wrongfully did to him. Strolling... "Take my hand" Yusuf said after many unsuccessful attempts to hold my hand as soon as we trekked out of the school gate together. "Don't tell me you're shy" "Of course I am!" I said turning my face from him. His smile made me more shy. "Shy of people or of me?" He asked. "Both!" I chirped, and that made him to laugh out louder. "Hey, what is funny?" "Nothing" He glanced at me and huffed. "You are more beautiful than the moon and the entire galaxy, baby. I love you" "Hmm" I beamed covering my face with my palms. "You're really flattering me!" "Ai dole!" He giggled and before I knew it he grabbed my arm and held it firmly. He literally did not even mind if people focus their gaze on us — He wasn't shy! "What are you doing? Release my hand" I squealed, trying to extricate from his grip but to no avail. "Dan Allah, Yusuf!" "The more you shout, the more people look at us. Just chill, baby" He uttered. Thus, I glanced around and found out people were looking at us already. So I composed myself. If I should continue screaming, he might be manhandled. Yes, people will think he was trying to rape me or something of that nature. "It's Haraam" I gulped while we walk. "What is Haraam?" He asked but I did not reply him, I only shook our hands and that gave him the idea of what I was talking about. "Sorry" He uttered. "Thank you, sir!" I said the moment he released my arm. "Lets go back, okey?" "No" He uttered with his hands in his pockets. "We haven't reach the point" Actually, he had complained about his lack of exercise to me and I suggested that we stroll to the old train situation which was few kilometres away from our school. "I can't go again" I uttered. "Why?" He wrinkled a brow. "Just" I gulped. I had wanted telling him I was scared of him and what the devil might make him do to me if we reach the place but then I changed my mind. The place was deserted, you hardly see people around it except those that are so fond of taking pictures around the old trains or on top of the abandoned cargos. Being there with Yusuf could literally be catastrophic the fact that he had even started holding my hand. I believed he had changed but I was still afraid of him because of how he used to behave when we happened to be in a private place. He also loved making lustful remarks about my body. There was a time he said if we get married he would always touch my breasts. I had tried my best to change him, but I guess some people are meant to remain who they are. Yusuf needed a wife... yes, ME! But not now. We really had a lot to do first. "You can go back" He said and I could sense the anger in him already. "Ki je" "Yusuf..." I said as he cut in. "Just go!" He began walking away.  His words hurts me that I could not even utter another word again. I only stood there speechless, watching as he kept walking away. I really thought he was joking and would return back but he refused. And when I was tired of waiting, I turned and returned back to school. We would deal with the issue when he comes back, I mulled over. "Fatimah, har kun dawo ne?" Jasmine asked as soon as I was back. "So soon!" "Forget it" I said focusing my attention on the paper she was holding. "What's that in your hand?" I wrinkled a brow. "It's my I.T form o!" She said. "Wait, has the H.O.D shared it already? I thought he said... tomorrow?" I uttered. "Yes, I also don't know why he changed his mind. I was even in YOSA meeting when Kafayat summoned me" She said. Subhanallah!" I chirped. "Don't panic, dear. Just go to his office kawai. After all, you guys are friendly" She said, wearing a smile on her face. "Hmm thank you, Jasmine" I gulped. "You're welcome" She winked and left. Thus, I heaved a sigh and headed to the head of our department's office. Before I Salaamed in, I looked at the nameplate on his door and sighed again. Professor Marwan Musa was what was written on it. Yes, our one and only Dr Marwan was now a Professor. He earned it last year just before summer. Cool, right? "AsSalama Alaykum" I said as soon as I entered his office. "Good afternoon sir" "Wa'alaykumus Salam, afternoon!" He said working on his Pavilion 15 laptop. "Sir..." I hesitated. "Yes, Fatimah... How may I help you?" He asked still working on his system. Thus, I cleared my throat. "I heard you shared I.T form recently, sir" I uttered. "Yes, and yours is..." He said pointing at the cushion in the far end of the office. "Over there! Just pick yours only, okey?" "Okey sir" I sighed in relief. And as soon as I picked the form, I thanked him and left to the venue of the last lecture I had for the day. And after the lecture I took my phone from my bag and then dialed Yusuf's number to tell him I was done but he didn't pick. I called again but to no avail. Maybe he still needs some time alone, I wondered. Thus, I drove back home. Don't ask me about Qudrah, she had been deliberately missing lectures. When I reached home, I surprisingly met my parents and Munir's fiancee's parents, Khadijah Sidi Aliyu. They sat on the cushions while Munir and the girl were sitting on the rug. Nothing seemed right, since Khadijah was in tears. But what could be wrong? She quits or what? I thought as I humbly greeted everyone in the sitting room. "Go upstairs!" My father said as soon as the greeting was over. I really had wanted staying but what could I do? "Okey, dad" I muttered. And while sluggishly heading upstairs, Khadijah's father cleared his throat and began talking. "Just like I said earlier, we are no longer waiting for Khadijah to finish her school talk more of doing her Service. What happened between Munir and her today is something that can happen again, or even worst. They should be married off to each other as soon as possible if not it won't stop at kissing next time..." The old man said. Kiss? Munir was caught kissing Khadijah? Hmm, Subhanallah! I was happy that they were caught if not, he would've ruined her life and leave her to bear the burden. I knew Munir and his lustfulness, he should becareful else he might one day land himself into a big trouble... I thought. Talking about lustfulness, where did I left my own Yusuf? Though he was different. More sensible than Munir. •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Written by; Muhammad Abubakar (KingMoha)

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This story sef, it will get more intense at one point and get less intense at another point.... Interesting story though

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*I AM ABLE* Chapter 35 Yusuf. Yesterday, what happened between Fatimah and I really hurt me but I just had to swallow it down my throat for the sake of the love I had for her. And today, just as Professor Marwan came into the hall and began warning us (the final year students) again about the effect of not finishing our school project in time, her text message popped up asking us to meet in Postgraduate Hall. And without wasting much time, I took an excuse from Professor Marwan and thus headed there as fast as I could. You should have seen how swiftly I was walking. As soon as I stepped into the hall and began searching for Fatimah, she waved at me. She was in one of the middle roles and had secured a place for me. The hall wasn't frequently used since the postgraduate students we had weren't many. Hence, lovers turned it to a resting place. You could see many students across the hall with their partners... eating, gisting, kissing etc. Some girls could even be seen sitting on their boyfriends' laps. Something Fatimah would never do, hmm. Well, I wouldn't even subscribe to do that too because it might ignite the old me in me and something might just end up happening. "Hey" I huffed as soon as I walked over to her. She was beautiful, like always. Though today she chose to wear hijab, perhaps in order not to make me go crazy like yesterday. "Morning" "Morning, have a seat" She said taking off her bag from the seat she secured for me by her left. We were the only ones in our role though, but she did that to prevent other guys from sitting close to her while she awaits me. There was also her laptop in the other seat. Yes, the one by her right hand side. I loved her style. "Thank you" I said as I gently sat in the seat. "You are welcome" She said and continued. "How are you? Still angry with me, right?" "Maybe" I muttered. "Okey," She sighed and brought something from her bag. "As an apology, I bought you this. It's a wristwatch" She handed it to me. "Hmm" I gulped removing it from its box. "Like seriously?" I said in excitement. The wristwatch was the latest product of Vinca, it wasn't a cheap wristwatch. The last time I checked its price, it was sold at N256,000. "You like it?" She asked smiling. "What do you mean by I like it? I love it, jare!" I said scrutinizing it one more time. "Thanks" "You are welcome" She huffed and continued. "Let me wear it for you, it matches your outfit" "Alright, my love" I handed it over to her. Thus, she began wearing it for me while I stare at her with lot of thoughts pacing my mind. She was beautiful, and had everything that I needed in a woman. So tell me, wasn't I the luckiest man on earth? Well, no! I wasn't the luckiest man... yet until I get married to her and start building a family with her... "That is it, all set!" She pulled me out of my trance. "So, am I now forgiven?" She asked. "Hmm, yes but..." I hesitated and continued. "Don't repeat what you did to me yesterday" "I know it hurts, I am so sorry" She uttered staring at me. "But I won't promise you that it won't happen again because as a lady, I am responsible for myself. I love you, and I want you to be my husband. The only thing I don't like is the way you used to behave sometimes when we are together. I know you have problem in controlling yourself, and that's why I am trying my best to help you out. The way you used to touch me, if I should keep quiet then you will continue to be doing that. We both know it is forbidden in Islam and can lead to lot of things. Also, I am so sorry for not escorting you to the old train station. I was just scared something bad might happen there because the way you were looking at me, I really didn't understand. That was why I decided to..." She was saying when I cut in. "It's okey, I just don't know why sometimes I can't control myself around you" I confessed. "Which is why you need to stop getting angry whenever I make my own decision, ok? You should know that I love you and all I want is the best for you and me" She huffed and continued. "So, please try and hold on more steady. How many years remaining? In Shaa Allah we would get married in the nearer future and you would have me as much as you desire. You just need to be patient, ok?" "Alright..." I said turning my hand to have a clear view of the wristwatch she gave to me. "This will always be in my wrist, Fatimah" "And whenever I did not see it, what should I do to you?" She asked with a wrinkled brow. "You should kiss me" I joked. "Mtsww, you ain't serious" She rolled her eyes as she stood to her feet. "Lemme pack and go" "Oh come on, baby. I was only joking" I said and thus forgetfully landed my hand on hers. "Subhanallah!" I quickly took it off the moment I realized it. "I am so sorry please" "It is fine, as long as it is a mistake" She said and then sat in her seat again. "But, try not repeating that in the name of mistaking fa!" "Aye, boss lady!" I said staring at her with a smile. "I love you, Fatimah Aliyu Bulama..." "Must you mention my full name?" She asked. "Yes, it reminds me of the battles ahead of us" I huffed and continued. "Our family wahala" "We will cross that bridge if we reach it" She uttered and then picked her laptop from the other seat and turned it on. "Munir is getting married soon, I would like you to chose some styles here for me. The ones you chose are the ones I will sew In Shaa Allah. So, chose wisely" "Munir is getting what?" I queried. "Married!" She recapitulated. •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Written by; Muhammad Abubakar (KingMoha) AsSalama Alaykum everyone, sorry for the late update. I had a lot on my head that was why. Anyways, how was the update? Hmm!

Lolz, guess jasraa wnt take the news lightly that Munir is getting married soon.. Hmm, Fatimah, just knw that Yusuf wil stil have some atom of naughtiness from his past.. You can take away the man from his past but you you can take away his past away from him, ride on sir, following the train keenly

Allah go help uno

Following cooly See as person pikin decent pa, but I will prefer my own type of Fatima with a little touch of Vanessa Blue

*I AM ABLE* Chapter 36 Fatimah. "Fatimah, you have a visitor!" Said one of my cousins, Habiba. "He's outside, fair and tall..." Yusuf! My mind gave me. But what was he doing in our house, what if he was caught? Indeed he would face my father's wrath if anything of that nature should happen. Yes, because my father would not take it lightly. "Okey, inazuwa" I muttered. "Toh" Habiba said and left my room. Today was a day to Munir's wedding Fatiha, a day to the day he would finally leave our house and live with his wife in his house at Unguwan Sarki. It wasn't close to us, and I really was so happy because I would not be seeing his sorry ass more often like before. Bismillah... I carried my hijab from the bed and gently wore it. Actually, meeting Yusuf without hijab could lead to one thing or the other, and I didn't want us to quarrel again. "Ina za ki?" My mother asked where I was going to immediately I walked downstairs. "I want to... to buy something" I lied. "Something like what?" She queried. "Hmm" I sighed thinking about what to say. "My pad has finished, I want to buy ano..." "Where is your money?" She snapped at me. That moment, I felt like the whole world was on my head because I didn't carry any money with me — not even my phone. Oh God, what on this planet earth should I tell her? I sighed. "I think I forgot it!" I said after doing my fake search around my body. "Let me go and get it" "Wait!" She said before I could head back to my room. "Buy me fresh Kunun Aya from..." "Maman Badamasi's shop?" I cut in.  "Hmm, yes!" She smiled and continued. "Two please, and keep it in your room because... I don't want all these visitors to put their eyes" "But we can buy many, mum" I said. "Ke, they have been drinking and eating since the day they came. Allow them to rest please, I am even eager to see all of them off after the wedding fatiha tomorrow In Shaa Allah" She uttered in what seemed like a whisper. Thus, told me to hurry up and go before she changes her mind. Actually, she loved taking junks these days. Could she be pregnant or something? One minute you would see her taking something, another minute it would be something else. Well, she better not be pregnant because... I didn't want any sibling anymore. As soon as I went back to my room, I took my bag and then headed out with it. Inside, I had my phone and some money. It was cool how my mother fell for my trick, but I guess it was deliberate... in order to send me, you know... Anyways, happy me! When I went out, I saw Yusuf leaning by his car. He was swiping through his phone and was smiling. What was making him smile? Someone? It better not be a woman because the whole world would hear us this instant. Yes, because I loved him! "Good evening, sir!" I said as soon as I walked over to him and stood gallantly at his front. I wasn't smiling at all. "Why were you smiling?" "Smiling?" He wrinkled a brow for a moment before recalling he had been smiling recently. "Oh, it's this... look at it" He showed me one of the pictures his sister snapped playing with her Arabian fiance. "Anwar said she hates the picture because she believes she looked ugly in it. Actually, the picture is very funny sosai" "Mtsww, not funny" I rolled my eyes, looking for his trouble. I loved doing that, certainly! "Not funny, right? And if I should kiss you right now and hold you..." He was saying when I covered his mouth with my hand. "Remember where you are" I gulped and continued. "In front of my father's house" "Hmm" He nodded his head smiling. "Good!" I huffed taking my hand off his face. "Plus I think I had warned you to desist from uttering such words, why are you stubborn?" "I am sorry, baby..." He said. "Don't baby me!" I snapped at him. "Toh, Hajiya Fatimah..." He said making me to laugh very hard. "So, how was the Nupe day?" "Ban je ba" I said adjusting my bag's strap. "Why didn't you go?" He asked. "Khadijah's house isn't really close and I have a lot to do, so I decided to stay..." I expounded. "Okey, good" He huffed and continued. "Just came to see you, I had been thinking about you since... I couldn't concentrate at home!" "Sannu Romeo" I said walking to the other front door of his car. "Take me to the main street, my mum sent me to buy something" "Okey" He said. Thus, we both hopped into the car and continued our random talks before we eventually reached the place. I hopped out of the car and he followed me to the shop. I was even lucky because the woman was just about closing for the day. It was magrib, you know... Hence, I bought what my mother sent me to buy and we went back into the car. "Kunun Aya by this time?" Yusuf rose his brow, and as speechless as I was I nodded my head. It would sound awkward if I should pour out what was in my mind to him, so I kept mute. While he was driving me home, he brought up a topic again and we started discussing until his phone began ringing. He picked it and the next thing he did after that was to scream. Yes, he screamed and began chanting "Innalillahi wa inna ilaihi rajiun" as he pulled over the car by the roadside. "Ok, I am on my way coming!" "What happened?" I asked the moment he dropped the call. Actually, I was shocked. "It's my parents, they were shot along Mandela Junction today..." He uttered. "Shot??" I puzzled. "I... I need to check them. Please find a cab home, we will talk later kinji?" He uttered. "No, why not we go together?" I suggested. "Just go home please, and... don't make it known to anyone yet" He said, trembling. "Okey" I muttered about stepping out of the car when he held my hand and told me he loved me more than himself. "I love you too "Thank you!" He said. Thus, I stormed out of the car and watched him as he drove away in a high speed. That moment, I felt a hard punch in my heart. It was as if a part of my heart was carved out. Ya Allah, take care of him for me!  I heaved a sigh, looked for a cab and went home. The moment I stepped into my room, I took off my bag and threw it on the bed. Same as my hijab too. And just as I was about to call Yusuf, his text message popped up on my screen; "Please Fatima, pray for my parents" •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Written by; Muhammad Abubakar (KingMoha)

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All will be well

I really hope they are okay

I hope Fatimah's Dad is not connected to d shooting.

*I AM ABLE* Chapter 37 Yusuf. A month after my parents' death, I was forced to resume to work by the board members of our company. This was a difficult time for me but our company relied on me to keep things going. Actually, what happened to my parents was that they were assassinated on their way to the Deputy Governor's house. Thus, they were rushed to the hospital... only for them to die afterwards. It was so painful, and what pained me more was the fact that the culprits were still yet to be identified. Some said they were hired by the Bulama Cooperation while some said the Yargote Group were the ones responsible. Well, all these were just rumors. Yeah, rumors! Since there were no proofs and I couldn't just start pointing finger at all our rivals and start accusing them of what happened. Moreover, the police had assured me that the culprits shall soon be brought to book. It was just a matter of time, and whoever was found guilty would have to face the law. There would be no room for pardoning, the person would pay direly... "Sir, you have a visitor" My secretary apprised through the intercom. I already knew who the visitor was, so I told him to let her in. Verily, it was Fatimah. She had asked me what I wanted to eat for lunch earlier this day and I told her pounded yam and egusi soup. It had actually been long since I ate it, perhaps half a year ago. And it was even in a restaurant, not in our house. My parents weren't fans of such dish, same as Jasraa who mostly prefer arab dishes. Egypt had totally changed her, and one funny thing was her Arabic was poor despite the years she spent in the country. She must have pinned herself to English speakers only. "AsSalama Alaykum" Fatimah uttered as she walked into my office with a grocery basket. She wore hijab and was beautiful as always.  "Wa'alaykumus Salam" I said smiling a lil bit. "I kept you waiting, koh?" She said, walking over to my table. "I had to full my car's tank" "Hmm, it's alright" I huffed emptying the table so that she could serve me my delicious meal. "I.... I wanted cooking it by myself but," She said as she brought out the food warmer in the basket together with a plate and began serving me. "I felt buying it will be the best" "Somebody doesn't know how to cook ba?" I sarcastically uttered while smirking at her. "Mtsww" She rolled her eyes as she poured some juice in a glass cup for me. "I can see you've already regain your strength, nice!" "Hmm" I heaved a sigh remembering my parents again. I really missed them both. "Hey, no need to wash your hands. I am the one to feed you ai" She said the moment I was about washing my hands in the bowl she just poured some water in. "Or should I let you?" "No," I smiled at her. "Feed me" "Good" She smiled back. Hence, she gently began feeding me with her soft hand while I stare at her — imagining my life without her. I would definitely crumble if both of us are forced to separate in the future. Yeah, her family didn't really like my family. *** "Thank you" I said cleaning my mouth as soon as she was done feeding me. "I am so grateful" "You are welcome!" She said arranging back everything into the basket. "By the way, hope you know that our school is resuming soon?" "Yes, in two weeks time" I said smiling. Finally, I would be a Degree holder in Business Admin. Yes, after this last semester... that would be all. "Ma Shaa Allah!" She huffed and continued. "So, how about the assassins? An kama su?" "No, the police are still investigating" I said. "And your sister?" She asked. "Jasraa is so touched, I had to summon her fiance from Egypt to come and coddle her. Also, our relatives are around too..." I said. "Ma Shaa Allah" She huffed. Hence, we continued conversing until it was time for her to go home. So I escorted to her car in the parking lot and bade her goodbye. Happiness is having someone that sincerely loves you, someone willing to be with you... *** "That girl is beautiful!" My secretary said as he escorted me back to my office with some papers. "Can't believe she brought you food" "She even fed me" I proudly uttered. "Fed what?" He dropped his jaw. "Fed me!" I recapitulated. "Hmm, seriously I am officially jealous!" He said dropping the papers he was holding on my table. "She really has everything, Yusuf" "Mind your tongue!" I glared at him. "Sorry sir" He saluted in the air. "Apology accepted" I said signing the papers. "But if you try it again, pepper is your name" "Okey sir!" He said. "Good" I gulped. And after signing the papers, he picked them and left with a crooked smile on his face. He could literally joke for Africa, crazy ass Amir! And by the way, he was still single. He said if only he could get the perfect girl for himself, not knowing there was nothing like perfect boy or girl in this life but someone to create a perfect world with. Someone to feel safe with. ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••  Written by; Muhammad Abubakar (KingMoha)

God is your strength

Still thinking and meditating on the last paragraph ? ?

Next pls

*I AM ABLE* Chapter 38 Fatimah. "Hey girl, you can't have everything and still be complaining" Qudrah said while combing my hair. She was just about plaiting my hair. "If I were you, I wouldn't be complaining fa!" "Toh, sannu Mallama!" I uttered glaring at her reflection in the standing mirror. Actually, We were both facing the mirror in my room only that she was standing while I was sitting on a stool. "And who told you I have everything?" "Oh come on, do I need somebody to tell me? You have a car, your parents are richer than mine, your mansion is very big, and look at your room please..." She looked around and continued. "You are also beautiful and have all that it takes to make Yusuf fall for you!" "Mtsww" I squeezed my mouth and rolled my eyes at her. "People who have everything are those in Paradise. So, don't let worldly things deceive you – my friend. This life is nothing!" "Hmm, that's true" She said smiling. "Thanks for the enlightenment but stop complaining" "About my dandruff? Well then find me a permanent cure for it that's all!" I hissed. "Hmm okey, will get one for you" She said. "Until then, allow me to complain" I huffed. "Okey o!" She said and then changed the topic. "How's Yusuf, hope you're taking good care of him? I even saw him few days ago in D-Studio" "He's fine, he went there to take some pictures ne..." I said adjusting my head. "Easy, Qudrah!" I shouted, she had violently dragged my hair. "Lol, sorry!" She said taking her hands off my head while gigling. "Does it hurt that bad ne?" "No, it doesn't!" I glared at her. "Sorry" She sarcastically apologised. "Mtsww, you know what? Just... plait my hair for me, I am tired of your combing" I uttered. "Hmm, ok" She said and began plaiting my hair. "Don't worry, I won't hurt you again" "Mtsww" I rolled my eyes at her. ****** After plaiting my hair, I changed into another outfit thus we went downstairs to take lunch. My parents were already there so we greeted them before settling down in the dining table. Yummy! I served both Qudrah and I, it was a bunch of KFC deliveries. I loved KFC a lot, so I filled my belly and made sure Qudrah had hers filled too. What a blissful day! I belched. "Now that you both have filled your bellies, how are you going to stand up?" My mother said as she gently began clearing the table. "Wait and see, mum" I said about standing up when I felt the food in my belly about coming out. Thus, I unhesitatingly sat back. "Wayyo!" "I think I told you" My mother smirked. "Your mum is right!" Qudrah belched too. She had also tried standing up but to zero avail. If only we could... reduce what we ate, but nay! "Leave the table for them to clear" My father said as he withdrew from the dining table. "I really would like them to learn their lessons" "But Alhaji..." My mother said as he cut in. "Not a word from you again, Raliya" He said and gently held her hand. "Lets go, please..." "Hmm, okey then" She said. And just as they were about leaving the dining island to their chamber — upstairs, one of our security guards came in sweaty alongside four armed police officers. "Sir, you have visitors..." "Visitors? I don't understand!" My father said. "Actually, we are not visitors" One of the police officers said. "We are here to... arrest you, sir!" The word arrest made my heart to miss a bit. Arrest my father? For what reason? I thought while breathing vigorously. I was so... scared. "Arrest me?" My father wrinkled his brows. "Why? And where is your arrest warrant?" "Here it is!" One of them extended a paper to my father. "You're under arrest, sir" He said. Just then, my father stretched both his hands to them. "Fine, you can take me with you but I need my lawyer as soon as possible!" He said "What do you mean?" My mother chimed in already getting emotional. "No, I can't let no one take you away from me!" She held him very tight not willing to let go. "I will never!" That moment, I felt like the whole world was on my head. What is going on? I asked myself even though I didn't really know the answer. "Don't worry, Raliya" My father said as they began handcuffing him. "I will soon return because I am clean. Just take good care of yourself and our daughter, ok? I love you!" "No, no... I can't let them take you away from us!" My mother said as she busted into tears while standing by their way. She was serious. "Step aside, madam!" One of the officers said. "Didn't you heard me? I will not let any of you take my husband away from..." She uttered as the angry officer quickly shoved her away. It was actually aggressively, thus she fell down. Our security guard nearly revenged for her but was pointed a gun, hence he maintained. ***** "Ra... Raliya!" My father screamed as he ran to my mother with his cuffed hands. By then, both Qudrah and I had already ran towards her. "How dare you hit my wife?" He turned glaring at the officer. "Are you fucking mad?" "Sorry, sir" The officer apologised. "Fuck you!" My father said to him and then turned to my mother. "Hey, are you okey?" "I... I don't think so, Alhaji" She said amidst sob. "Just don't leave me, please do not go!" "Haba Raliya, it is nothing fa! So far I am not behind Alhaji Dolari's assassination" He said. And by saying that, my mind gave me that it was a frame by perhaps Jasraa, Yusuf's sister. Hence, I ran upstairs to my room and dialed Yusuf's contact. "Hello, what is going on?" I said amidst sob as soon as he picked my call. "Don't ask me, ask your father" He said, giving me the impression that he already knew what exactly was going on. "Just ask him, kinji koh?" "Ask my father as in how?" I puzzled.  "Ask him about my parents' demise" He said. "You are a fool!" I blurted out angrily. "Thank you!" He said and thence continued. "One of the apprehended assassins said they were sponsored by someone in his company" •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Written by; Muhammad Abubakar (KingMoha)

Hmmm, officially jealous indeed, dan Allah Amir.. Yea no perfect partner in this world but we do pray God should provide us with someone we re compatible with, you cant have a leg of size 35 and get a shoe size of 43, you would never be comfortable.. Sorry about your loss Yusuf, i think you should thread with caution because your parents' assasins might come for you

Haa.. Yusuf but they were sponsored by someone in his company not him per say.. The truth wil eventually show itself

Now it's getting tough

*I AM ABLE* Chapter 39 Yusuf "Yusuf, can you come over to the station? I would like to talk to you please" ASP Uzair said as soon as he phoned me and I picked. "Okey, no problem sir" I muttered. "Good" He ended the call. Thus I withdrew from my bed, picked my car key from the drawer and then quickly wore the wristwatch given to me by Fatimah. And talking about Fatimah, ever since the police arrested her father she had not been picking my calls again and neither had she reply any of my text messages. She was obviously angry, and there was nothing I could do to quench her anger the fact that I was eager to know the person behind my parents' demise... and the arrested thugs made mention of working for someone in her father's renown company. It could be anyone but I wouldn't say Munir because he was outrightly loyal to my sister, hence he would never try such nonsense. It should be someone else, but who could that someone possibly be? That was what I kept asking myself. And I just hoped we find that person soon before things gets out of hands. "Where to?" My sister asked the moment she saw me walking downstairs with my car key. "Station, ASP Uzair called me" I responded. "Okey, drive carefully" She calmly said. "I will" I said and left the mansion to my car in the parking lot. Indeed the great loss that befell us had touched my sister. These days, she hardly talk much even when her fiancee was keeping her company... or any of our relatives. Bismilah... I ignited the car engine into action and drove out to the station. It was the same station Fatimah's father was kept in. The ASP incharge of the station, Uzair welcomed me humbly the moment I stepped into his office. "Sorry for the urgent call..." He said and then gestured to me to have a seat. Thus, I obeyed. "So, any news about the..." I said as he cut in. "Yes, there is... and both news can be bad for your hearing" He cleared his throat and thus continued. "The first news is, throughout last week we had severally displayed the pictures of certainly all the staff in Bulama Cooperation to the culprits but none of them could point out their sponsor to us. In fact, one of them later confessed that their sponsor wasn't in the pictures. As a result of that, we pressed more further and another one of them stated that the person that sponsored them was so huge, dark, bearded and had made mention of your father as a threat to their company's wellbeing. Does that mean anything to you?"  "A threat?" I said wrinkling my brows. "Well, the only company that considered my father a threat is Yargote and that's because my father wanted them to pay for the money they stole from us... through my naive big sister, Jasraa" "Okey then, that's another story for another day" He huffed and continued. "The second bad news is that the Commissioner of Police through DCP Isah Nasir had recently issued a direct order for the immediate release of Alhaji Bulama, stating that the thugs might have just been hired to frame him. Hence, I already have contacted his family to come take him home. And as for the thugs, we'd keep them here for further investigation!" "Thank you" I uttered as I sluggishly stood to my feet and walked out of his office with my mouth so bitter like bitter leaf. Why was I so stupid and naive? I scolded myself, with my heart aching me unimaginably. Indeed I had been fooled and played by Yargote Group. It really had to be them, and they'd pay for it! But talking about making them pay, do I even have any evidence against them? Nay, and I really should be very careful on how I handle things because I might just end up falling into a deadly trap. I mulled over gently hopping into my car. And just as I was about igniting the engine into action, I heard the sound of a convoy as it stormed into the Station's gate. I needed nobody to tell me it was the Bulamas, ofcourse the cars were all black and had the logo of their company in fronts and backs... Bulama Cooperation (since 1985) It was difficult for me to identify which one my Fatimah boarded until she alighted from the middle one with her mother. The cars were five. "Let's hurry up before the media people comes" Fatimah said to her mother and the other people whom somehow appeared to be the highrank staff of their company. Thus, they headed into the station while the securities they came with remained outside. While waiting for them to come out, I found myself thinking over and over again about Fatimah. She had totally changed, indeed it had affected her... Yes, the whole thing had touched her thus she became slim and more dark. Would she ever forgive me for all that had happened to her father? Was it even my fault? I didn't seem to understand. Someone really played both me and the police, and I would never forgive that person. Not now! And certainly not ever. The person shall... "I told you I am clean and would soon be back, Raliya" Alhaji Bulama said to his wife as they began stepping out of the Station. Happiness could be seen written allover their faces. It was a big dream come true, after nearly two weeks... their head had finally been set free! "We missed you, dad" Fatimah said smiling. That moment, I felt like coming out of my car and apologise for whatever had happened but something told me not to expose myself. What would I even tell them? Fatimah herself would be the one to slap the hell out of me and then send me away. Maybe I should just let things be for now... and then apologize in the future. "Faisal, Abba... Wai ina Munir ne?" I watched as they gently began hopping into their cars. "I am here, sir!" Munir squealed. "Toh, muje mana. Lets leave this filthy place. I am already tired of it" They started their cars. And just as they left and I was about starting my car, my phone buzzed. It was a text from Fatimah. Thus, I expanded the notification... "You think I wouldn't recognize your car? Well, even before I oversaw it my heart apprised me the moment we arrived that you were somewhere around. And as you can see, my father has been released and you've failed. Wallahi I will never forgive you for this your mistake, it is a mistake that will forever hinder my parents from accepting our love and our relationship. You chose to follow your mind, without even thinking about the consequences. You have totally failed me, and it is over between us!" No! I screamed hitting the steering wheel with my hand, hence rendering my phone's screen broken. Just then, tears began streaming down my cheeks. I had failed not only Fatimah, but myself too. Yes, I had literally failed the two of us and I would never forgive myself... Never! •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Written by; Muhammad Abubakar (KingMoha)

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Wow! Am shocked and speechless

Is not your fault yusif

This is so sad.. I feel for yusuf but he's paying the price of his stupidity

*I AM ABLE* Chapter 40 Fatimah. ... "Congratulations, dear!" Qudrah said just as I told her I was done with my NYSC program. It had been two years since we graduated from school but she had spilled over so she wasn't able to register for her Youth Service with us. "Thank you" I huffed through the phone. "Hey, is everything okey?" She said sounding concerned. "Don't tell me you're still sad with what happened to me, after all I had already reseated for the courses – remaining prayer" "In Shaa Allah you will pass them all" I said. "Ameen o!" She said and continued. "So now, are you gonna work in your dad's company?" "I am still thinking" I said while smiling. "Well, you have all the time you need on this earth to keep on thinking but I just pray you make the right decision. After all, your dad's company is yours too. Working in there will pave your way to the CEO level" She uttered. "Well, thanks for the advice!" I said. "You are welcome, dear" She said and then bade me goodnight before ending the call. Ya Rahman... I yawned covering myself with blanket. It was already 10:26pm as said my phone and I ought to sleep. Hence, I prayed. And just as I began battling with slumber, I heard a vigorous knock by my door. No one would do that except my mother, thus I did not bother asking whom it was. "Ohh Mum, you've ruined my sleep!" I complained and thence withdrew from the bed to the door. "Sorry to disturb you" She said the moment I opened the door. "Munir's wife is in labour, and both me and your dad are going there..." "Where?" I bewilderedly cut in. "M.I.D Specialist, are you also going there?" She wrinkled a brow. Well, I nodded at her. I really should be there, just like in the first labour. I loved taking babies before anyone. "Lemme change" I said. "Toh hurry up, zamu jira ki a mota" She said. "Okey, mum" I nodded. "Good" She said and left. Thus, after changing into a skirt and blouse, I wore hijab and then grabbed my phone from unto my bedside drawer. Can't believe I was going to miss my sleep. Anyways, I would be saying a big HI to my new niece or nephew. I preferred a girl though, after all the first one was a boy. So handsome like our grandfather. After getting myself prepared, I went out of the mansion to my father's new generation Benz that was already waiting for me in the compound. Both my parents sat in the back, hence I sat in the front with our driver. One thing that always used to impress me about my parents was how they used to hold one another and talk to each other like a newly wedded couple. They don't get tired at all. I mean, unlike couples of nowadays. PDMM! Be romantic please, dear married couples... Immediately we arrived at the hospital, we were ushered straight to where Munir was, winch was the waiting room. "Munir, kai ne nan? What is happening?" My father asked. Actually, we were all surprised because we met Munir weeping. "Kai, what's going on?" Hmm, it wasn't really funny but the sight of Munir weeping made me to smile a little bit against the laughter that nearly escaped my mouth. Actually, I thought men were strong! "Alhaji, sannunku da zuwa" He welcomed us as he wiped off his tears. "Wallahi Alhaji my wife has been taken to the theatre, they said she cannot deliver directly this time around" "Subhanallah!" My mother chanted. "Wallahi Hajiya, and... my mind has been telling me different things" Munir sniffed. "Sorry fa" My father sympathised and then continued. "But truth be told, both you and your wife are reckless. Was it not two years ago you both gave birth to Ayub? Why then did you guys opt in for another child? Don't you know some women are so very fragile?" "This isn't about women being fragile, Alhaji" My mother chimed in. "Lets just pray for her" "Alright then keep supporting them to be giving birth anyhow, ok?" My father said. Well, my mother did not say anything more to him again. After all, she already knew he was only jealous that was why. Thus, she turned to Munir. "Hey, Khadija is going to be okey kaji?" "In Shaa Allah, Hajiya" Munir said with a sigh. "Ku zauna please, Fatimah you too sit please" "Okey..." I said sitting close to my mother on a Naldo 4 Seater. My father however sat on the other side of the Seater, while Munir settled down on another Seater — the one facing us. "I heard you rounded up your NYSC program" Munir said, trying to initiate a conversation. I didn't want to embarrass him so I responded. "Yes, na gama" I said looking away from him. "Success, dear" He said sounding concerned. "Thank you" I muttered. Thus, my mother asked him about his son. "Wato kun ma Ayub wayo ko?" She teased. "Hmm" He smiled. "Ayub is with his Nanny, although he slept before we even left home" "Eyyah, and tomorrow he's going to meet his cute younger sibling In Shaa Allah" She said. "Na'am Hajiya, bi'izinillah" He smiled again. That was how they kept talking, and while I listened to them I ended up falling asleep on my mother's lap. Yes, I placed my head there and slept like a baby... until the sound of the real baby woke me up. In bewilderment, I quickly rose my head and found Khadijah's mother holding a very cute neonate. It was really a great sight to behold, but what hurt me was the fact that I wasn't the first to hold the baby. "Har kin tashi?" My mother asked. "Au, tambaya kike?" Khadijah's mother said while smiling. "I already knew this your one and only pikin would wake up upon hearing my grandchild's voice. I was right, Raliyah!" Everyone around laughed out loud, including my father and Khadijah's father whom sat on the same Seater. Was what she said so funny? "Why wouldn't my... baby girl wake up?" My mother said cherishing my back as I rubbed my puffy eyes. "If not because she slept, she would've first you in carrying the baby self "Like she did in the past, koh?" Khadijah's mother giggled. "Now is my own turn too" Hmm! Actually, I didn't know what to say so I kept quiet and watched the woman as she teased me... while my mother defended me. They were used to that, it wasn't really new.  She wanted my mother to give birth again, very funny. Well, I didn't want any sibling anymore. After all, I was now twenty four! "Kuku retire Fatimah, she's now an old woman. Give us new faces" She teased. "Hmm, what new faces do you want again apart from Khadijah's two cute kids? Also, your grandkids are now 5" My mother said. "The one we want from you is 'kids' not grandkids" My father chimed in smiling. "Thank you!" Khadijah's mother laughed. "Hmm, toh ai sai ku tayi" My mother huffed, leaving them to keep on wishfully thinking. ***** And at long last, I was able to get my hands on the new born baby. It was a girl, and she really was adorable. I held her until we were finally granted access to Khadijah. Everything was so fine with her... and Munir was very happy, more happier than everyone. We stayed there with them till morning, thus we returned back home to shop for them. The baby lacked a lot! And why wouldn't the baby lack alot? When all its father knew was how to spend money on girls! Truth be told, Munir liked hanging around with girls despite having a wife. And that was where his money used to diminish. Back to our main discussion, both my mother and I prepared for the shopping while my father preoccupied himself with informing our relatives, his friends etc about the good news. As soon as we were done, my mother asked Nanny Luba to follow us since we were going to buy a lot of things in the market. The list of what and what to buy was with my mother... And by the time we arrived at the market, we didn't waste much time as we quickly began buying all the necessary things for the baby. Starting from diapers, socks, wipes, feeders, potty, to dungarees, sweaters, caps, stroller, and so on. We literally had shopped a lot. Thus, we hired some loadcarriers to convey our goods to our car in the parking lot. And just as my mother paid them off, she smiled and told both Nanny Luba and I that she had forgotten to buy some things for Khadijah... "Mum, is it necessary?" I muttered. "If it isn't, I wouldn't be going back" She said. "Oh mum, I am tired!" I whined. "Did I said you should follow me?" She said. "Hmm, I know now... I just want to go home" I muttered because I was practically exhausted. "Toh, ai sai ki tayi" She hissed, and went back to the main market together with Nanny Luba. ***** While waiting for them to come back in the parking lot, my eyes landed on a professor I would never forget. Yes, Professor Marwan Musa. He was approaching the parking lot while holding a big nylon bag in his hand. I didn't need anybody to tell me to rush and help him, and when he saw me he was very surprised. "Fatimah, is this you?" He asked. "Yes sir" I said collecting the nylon from him. "Ma Shaa Allah, this is great" He huffed and continued. "How have you been, Fatimah?" "Fine, sir. How about you?" I said. "Alhamdulillah, but I am not happy" He said. "Why?" I asked. "Most of your set spilled over" He said. "Hmm, that's true. But I hope they did well this time around, sir?" I ironically queried. "Let's just say, 'few' my dear" He said. "Hmm!" I shook my head hoping that Qudrah was also among those that would be passed. "Yes, Fatimah" He nodded his head and then asked about Yusuf as soon as we reached his car. "It had been long I heard from that boy" "Yusuf is... fine" I falsely stuttered. Actually, it had been three years since we talked to each other. He tried to settle our relationship but I had shunned him away knowing fully that my parents would not approve our relationship, not after all the things he selfishly did. He really failed us. •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Written by; Muhammad Abubakar (KingMoha)

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Hmmm

*I AM ABLE* Chapter 41 Yusuf. Ever since Fatimah shunned me out of her life three years ago, we had not talk to each other yet. But we used to meet in many places from time to time. In fact, last week we happened to meet in NNPC filling station. But like always, neither of us say a word to each other. She left after filling her tank and I left too. I respected her decision to end our relationship although I still loved her. I could still feel her deep in my heart. How I wished Alhaji Bulama would ever forgive me, but he wouldn't. After all we were still rivals and he hated our company as it kept on progressing far better than his own. The real problem was that, many people had so much lose interest in his products because they still believed he killed my parents... but he wasn't the one. It was the Yargote Group, and the culprit that sponsored the thugs had two years ago been imprisoned for life while the Yargotes were fined N350billion leading to nearly their bankruptcy if not because of Sphere Limited. They merged a year ago and formed Sphere Group together with Yargote. "Delilah, where's my coffee?" I said through the intercom. I had left home without food. These days, I used to have a lot of work and also meetings to attend to. Progress, right? Well, our company had progressed more than it had in the past. Our net worth was now two times more than that of the Bulamas. We are very successful in our Cement, Tiles, Paints, and Wallpaper production across the nation. "Good morning, sir" Delilah said the moment she walked into my office in her usual outfit. "Morning" I stared at her. "Here is your coffee..." She muttered as she dropped the coffee on my table. And just as she was about leaving, I held her hand. She seemed angry, and I truly didn't know why. "You've been acting weird, Delilah" I said. Actually, ever since I slept with her a week ago she had been acting strange. She was a new employee in our company and my new secretary. To say she was so beautiful is an understatement, she was a very hot lady! "I hope everything is ok?" I calmly asked. "Nothing is ok, sir" She uttered not looking back at me. Truth be told, she didn't really love me. Infact, she had a fiance whom she would be marrying soon and she liked him. "Look at me, Delilah" I released her hand. "Okey, sir" She said and then gently turned fidgeting her finger, still not looking at me. Thus, I ran my eyes across her body. Verily, she lacked nothing. She had everything that every sane man wanted in a woman's body. "Is it about our affair? Talk please" I said. Just then, she broke into tears. "If... If my fiance finds out, he's going to call off our engagement. I am so scared sir" She said. Her words were hard for me to process, I really had made a big mistake although it wasn't as if she was even virgin when we slept. She was as experienced as I was and that really told me that she was not virgin. "But Delilah, you know I like you, right?" I threw the question to her and ran my eyes across her body again. It was so tempting! "I love Dominic" She sniffed, trembling. "Hmm..." I stood to my feet and then walked over to her. I was a lil bit taller hence, that gave me the ability to have a clear view of her cleavage. I could be bad, but no matter what I'd never force someone to love me. I really valued people's decisions in my life. "Stop crying" I wiped off her tears with my hands and thus pecked her on her forehead.  She was speechless. And was also insecure. She really loved her fiance. "No one will ever know what had happened between us unless you unveil it by your own self. And about your relationship with your fiance, I give you my full support but I'd be taking you to marketing department so that I should not be seeing you always. I don't want to be tempted again Delilah, ok?" I muttered. "Ok, sir" She sniffed with a slight nod. "Now you can go" I muttered. "Thank you, sir" She said and left. Verily, a lot had happened to me in the past few years. It was as if I was forced to revive my old habits. I didn't used to smoke again though but I – occasionally – had slept with girls from different background. I drink too. ... After taking my coffee, I went through my schedule for the day which include visiting Professor Marwan. He had called me some days ago and fixed a day for me to see him. Actually it was odd, so I asked him what he had for me and he said "Until you come..." Hence, I took care of the necessary things before driving straight to his house today. I parked my car outside the gate and then headed into the house by legs. I had been there numerous times before, thus I knew where to walk into and where not to. You know, I was his favorite friend back then. Same also was Fatimah Bulama, and also some of my juniors... back then in school. Truth be told, he used to call Fatimah my future wife because he adored our open relationship. Same as some other people ... Just as I walked into Professor Marwan's house, I greeted his family and then went straight towards his chamber. It was very largish and he had his own library. I truly loved his style. "Sir, it wasn't my fault!" A familiar voice echoed just as I was about entering his personal office. "He caused it" Wait a minute... Wasn't that Fatimah's voice? Huh? What was she doing here? "Sir, you're wrong. I still love Yusuf, I truly love him but do I have any choice? I know exactly who my parents are, they will not allow us to marry. Not even in dreamland" Subhanallah, it was indeed Fatimah! But how comes? How on earth...? Was this some kind of a play? •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Written by; Muhammad Abubakar (KingMoha)

Still following...

Hhe is trying to settle you guys

*I AM ABLE* Chapter 42 Fatimah. The way I reacted that day after Professor Marwan asked about Yusuf, also the way I stuttered and told him Yusuf was fine, the professor knew something was totally not right. He knew about my relationship with Yusuf right from our old school days; so he expected a big explanation, not pretence. "What happened, Fatimah?" He had asked. "Nothing, sir" I had lied fidgeting my finger. "No, something isn't right" He had said and thence persuaded me to tell him what was wrong and I reluctantly told him what had happened without making up false stories. "You know what, Fatimah?" He had asked, after hearing everything. "Meet me in my residence on 20th. V-Estate, House No. 15" For what? I wanted asking but promptly changed my mind. He probably must be thinking about settling both Yusuf and I. "That 20th falls on Saturday, right?" I had wrinkled a brow and he nodded. "Ok, sir" "I will inform Yusuf as well" He had said. "But why, sir?" I had queried. Of course I needed to know what he truly was up to. "Until you come, Fatimah. And please don't come with your car, ok?" He had said and quickly hopped into his car. He didn't even allow me to say another word as he ignited the engine of his car and then drove away. ... Few days later, it was already time for me to visit Professor Marwan. I didn't spend much time putting on makeup because it would be of no use since Yusuf and I were not dating anymore. He might have even gotten a new girlfriend already, who knows? Well, what does that even had to do with me? After all, we were now like strangers to one another! "Mum, inazuwa" I said to my mother as soon as I Salaamed into her room. "I want to stroll" "Stroll?" She moved her laptop aside and stared at me. "Ok, from where to where?" "Around the Estate, can I?" I uttered. "Well, since it is around the Estate..." I didn't allow her to finish talking when I ran over to her and gave her a warm hug from the back. "Thank you, mum!" I pecked her cheek. "Hmm, toh... but becareful" She said. "I will, mum" I averted from her. "Also, don't stay long!" She said. "In Shaa Allah, mum" I said and left. I had lied to her about where I was actually going to because... she would never ever let even my shadow visit a male lecturer talk more of my body. I was her only child, thus she didn't like me being around men alone. But what if I wasn't her only child, would it make any difference? No, and that's because I'm a female child and ought to be protected. ... When I boarded a taxi to Professor Marwan's house, I knocked the gate and a lady around my age came out. She must be the professor's daughter, she looked so much like him. After having greeted her, I told her I came to visit her father. And as polite as she appeared, she asked me to come in. Thus, she ushered me to his chamber. A very big and breathtaking place. Indeed professors are something else. "Dad, you have a visitor!" She uttered as she knocked the door of a – Personal Office? – I stared at the nameplate on the wooden door. Immediately he told her to bring me in, she opened the door for me and I gently walked into the place. Thus, she left. Truth be told, I loved the place. It was more beautiful than  his office at college. This one had the best... "Fatimah, is everything ok?" His sudden utterance pulled me out of my trance. It seemed he'd been summoning my name. "Sir? Sorry sir" I said as I gulped hard. "Hmm... you are amazed, huh?" He said. "Yes, sir!" I huffed. "Good afternoon" "Afternoon, have a seat" He beamed. "Thanks, sir!" I pulled one of the visitors' chairs and unhesitatingly sat down in it. ... Professor Marwan and I started discussing about my relationship with Yusuf after the greetings and in some minutes, Yusuf came. "AsSalama Alaykum" He said as he walked into the office with his eyes fixed at me. He practically didn't seem surprised, he must have probably known everything already. "Wa'alaykumus Salam, Yusuf. Welcome!" "Thank you, sir!" Yusuf said as he walked towards me and pulled the other visitor's chair close to me and then sat down. One surprising thing was that, he still had the wristwatch I gifted him some years back. "How was the drive?" "Fine, sir..."  I remained silent as they kept talking untill Professor Marwan called my name. "Let me introduce you both to each other again, can I?" He asked and I slightly nodded my head. "Okey" He cleared his throat and continued. "Fatimah Bulama, this is Yusuf Abba Dolari, once your senior in Zulu College" He huffed and then turned towards Yusuf. "Yusuf, this is..." He was saying when Yusuf thus cut in. "Fatimah Aliyu Bulama, I know!" He said. That moment, my heart began beating fast with his scent dominating the atmosphere. Talking about his scent, his mood was as if something wasn't right with him. I thought he'd act with his right senses, but he didn't. Maybe he was still angry with the choice I made, it was the best choice I'd ever made! "Let me give you both some space, I would return in a jiff" Professor Marwan uttered. "Thank you, sir" Yusuf said Thus, the professor left... Leaving the two of us alone! Actually, Yusuf looked amazing today – like always. I'd only glanced at him the moment he arrived but I could still vividly see him in my mind. Also, I could still feel the jerk deep inside my heart... I really still loved Yusuf. If only our families were not rivals, if only he had not arrest my father back then perhaps we would have married long ago with kids. ... "I am sorry for what I did" Yusuf said, ending the silence that had crept upon us. "But it... it wasn't my faut, Fatimah. Imagine losing both parents at a time, and then finding a way to the culprit. Wouldn't you do everything I did?" I so much wanted replying him with NO, but then I reasoned. If – God forbid – someone in this cruel world tried that with my parents, I would definitely not take it likely. Not when... "Both of them were brutally murdered" He uttered and continued. "And you, Fatimah knew all that I went through. But yet... well, I wouldn't blame you because every person loves his parents one way or the other, and the love we have for them is what makes us to think whatever they do is perfectly okey, no matter how bad it is. We wouldn't like to suspect them or ask them of things they do" "I'm sorry, but I knew my father was clean" "We knew that too, but babe what could we do? After all the culprit shielded himself in your father's company, so your father was arrested for interrogation. It'd took longer than I expected though but nobody wished your father harm. Ask him if he had been touched... or manhandled. I asked them to please approach him gently and also carry their investigation with sense" He uttered. "He wasn't touched" "Good! Then why are you angry with me, Fatimah Bulama? Please talk" He uttered. Seeing that I didn't reply, he continued. "I still love you, do you know that? And if you're doubting then..." He said as I cut in. "I am not doubting, but our relationship would not work because my parents..." "Don't like me?" He cut in, and I nodded. Just then, Professor Marwan returned back smiling. "My wife wants you to have this..." It was pizza and some drinks for both me and Yusuf. Wow, what a pleasant surprise it was! "Thank you!" We chorused. "You're welcome" He said. And although I trusted him but still I didn't take anything except the drink which I knew couldn't be drugged without I getting a sign... PDMM! "This is... super delicious! Are you sure you don't wanna eat it?" Yusuf wrinkled a brow. "No, I ate a lot before coming" I lied. "Well, you're missing a lot here" He said. ... While Yusuf was eating, Professor Marwan cleared his throat and told us a so fantastic and amazing story about the adventure of some lovers, Bulamati and Doralina whom were prohibited from marrying each other. "Doralina loved Bulamati a lot, she's a very beautiful lady and she had been his friend since their days in school. But... her family didn't like him. So, what Doralina did was consult his old school teacher for help. The teacher thus went to Bulamati's parents..." "And what?" I was so curious to know. "And talked to her parents. Hopefully, they agreed after being convinced" He uttered. Sorry I cut the story short! "Hmm, thanks for the story sir" Yusuf said. Just then, we began hearing the rumbling of thunder. "Is it rain?" I bewilderedly queried. "Yes, about to fall" Professor Marwan said.  "Then I think I should be going" I stood up. "Me too" Yusuf stood up as well. Hence, Professor Marwan bade us goodbye after having encouraged us to not to ever forget his story. Well, the story was superb. Only that he was indirectly referring to us! •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Written by; Muhammad Abubakar (KingMoha)

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I pray things work out for u guys

*I AM ABLE* Chapter 43 Yusuf. When Fatimah and I left Professor Marwan's house, we were so astonished by the sudden sight of the pregnant sky. It was obvious that there would be a heavy rainfall. I was happy, reason because it'd been long since it rained. And by the way, I truly love it when rain falls. "Can I give you a ride?" I said to Fatimah, she did not come with her car, you know. "Can I?" "If you wish" She said. "Hmm, ok" I opened the door for her. "Thank you" She gently hopped inside.  "You're welcome!" I shut the door off. I was happy that she accepted my offer in a jiffy. Well, she did not have any other choice as the rain was about falling and there were absolutely no cabs nearby for her to board. Immediately I hopped into the car as well, I ignited the engine into action and drove us away in high speed. I didn't need to tell my Queen to fasten her seatbelt, she did that as fast as she could and covered her face with her two palms. She must be scared already. Hmm, mata kenan! I kept driving fast until the rain finally began falling. Thus, I promptly reduced my speed to avoid spinning in the wet road. That moment, Fatimah uncovered her face and then sighed. She literally did not like my speed, it was too much. Well, I just wanted taking her home in time. I didn't want her to get drenched at all. ... It was a silent drive to Alhaji Bulama's house. But due to the heavy rainfall, Fatimah wasn't able to hop out of the car. She stayed calmly, and while I looked at her – temptation made me to hold her hand. She didn't say anything, she allowed me to even kiss it. If it was in the past few years, she would have yelled at me. "Do you believe in that story?" I eventually decided to shatter the silence between us. "Whi... which story?" She stuttered, looking through her side window. She seemed shy! "Professor Marwan's story" I cherished her hand, it was so soft and also cold. "Do you?" "No, I don't" She said. "Me too" I kissed the hand again. "But I do know one thing, he wants to help us out..." "That's because he doesn't know my father" She snapped at me. "He should try and see" What does she mean? Her words made my heart to sink, it seemed like she had loosed hope already. "Fatimah, look at me" I uttered, still holding her hand. "Look at me please, Fatimah" I uttered again. Just then she slowly turned to me... with her eyes straight into my eyes. The way she was looking at me was breathtaking, her beauty was something to behold. Actually, she took almost everything from her mother. I could say the only thing she took from her father was his complexion, even that too she's still more light than him. He was very dark and she was dark brown, sometimes she glows! "I love you, and I will make you mine" I said not taking my eyes off her. "Please trust me" "Ok, I trust you" She said. "Thank you" I smiled. And before I could try bringing up another topic, her phone began ringing. "Won't you pick the call?" I asked as soon as she hesitated, she seemed so baffled. "It's my mother" She said with a sigh. "Ok, so?" I muttered. "You won't understand" She sighed again. "Hmm, just pick the call" I said. "Ok, I will" She uttered before she sluggishly picked the call. "Hello, mum... Sorry, it is the rain da na dawo... Right now? Ah! Ok then..." "She wants you home?" I asked the moment she ended the call, thus she nodded a lil bit. "I have to go" She said opening the door. "Wait, won't you get drenched? I asked. "Yes I will, and that's what I want" She said. "Why?" I puzzled. "Because that way... she would never suspect  anything. I had lied to her that I was going to stroll around" She said and bade me goodbye. "Take care, my love" I said. "You too!" She hopped out of the car and ran towards their gate. Few seconds later, it was opened for her. Thus, she ran inside the gate. ... While driving back home, the rain reduced. Hence, just as I was home I hopped out of the car and headed to the mansion at ease. "AsSalama Alaykum" I said and greeted the people I met in the living room. It was uncle Asad, his wife, and their two children. They had been living with me ever since I lost my parents. I was the one that told them to, and they would be living with me till they decide to leave some day. Their children were Sadiq and Aisha Dolari, both 16 and 13 respectively. And talking about them, how about my sister? Well, she had gotten married to her fiance just last year. And since then, she hadn't visit us yet but we used to communicate. She lived in Egypt together with him, he lectured in Nile University. I was happy for her, finally she had settled. And now I think those people that used to talk a lot about her would now stop... People like those telling her to marry! Immediately I was in my room, I took shower and quickly changed into another outfit. Thus, I lied on my bed to have some rest. Finally, I'd settled with Fatimah! I smiled and huffed. By the way, she looked hot today too even though she had no much makeup on her face. Verily, some women are naturally charming... of which Fatimah was among. God's Willing, I would marry her. And together we would give birth to kids. I didn't like much kids though, three to four are perfectly ok. Girls and boys. ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••  Written by; Muhammad Abubakar (KingMoha)

Right now in Yusuf's mind, Fatima is the only beautiful girl in the world. That feeling Chai

Obstacle every where

At least you guys are back together

*I AM ABLE* Chapter 44 Fatimah. "Hmm, this is like a telenovela to me" Qudrah said as soon as I told her what had transpired between me, Yusuf, and Professor Marwan in the past few weeks. "Well, I am not surprised. The man likes both you and your Yusuf a lot!" "You can say that again" I sighed pulling over at an eatery. Actually, we were just returning back from Jasmine's house, one of our course mates back then in Zulu College. She had an accident few days ago with her fiance, Bolaji. "Oh Fatimah, I don't like this eatery!" Qudrah complained. "Their food are too expensive o!" She apprised as she unfastened her seatbelt. "Worry not, bill is on me" I turned off the car. "Awwn, I am so grateful!" She said, beaming. Hence, we alighted from the car and headed into the eatery. It was very big, the first floor was full so we were ushered to the top floor. Thus, the waiter gave each of us menu to fill. "Spicy chicken wings, and... a coke please" I said, gently handing back the menu to him. Its been long I ate such thing! "Masala whopper and a pepsi will do" Said Qudrah, returning back her menu as well. "Right away madams" He said and then left. Hence, Qudrah brought back our old topic... "So, when is Professor Marwan going to see your father?" She said, folding up her arms. And that made me to heave a sigh. I ought to be so very happy with the fact that Professor Marwan was going to help me and Yusuf out but I didn't just know why I wasn't happy. Of course I wanted the same thing as Yusuf, but the fact that my father didn't like our union made me to keep having distressful feeling about it. What if things turn out to be sour? "I don't know when he's coming o!" I huffed. "You should know, at least in order to..." She was saying when we heard a woman by the opposite table shouting at a girl that seemed to be hers. Well, they somehow looked alike... "Haba, what is wrong with you please? Huh? Why do you like suffering me?!" She uttered. "Mammy, I am sorry" The girl sobbed. "Come on, keep quiet!" The woman said and kept shouting at the girl until Qudrah and I decided to interfere. The girl was very small. "Madam, please be gentle" I pleaded with her. "Yes please, ok?" Qudrah chimed in as well. Thus, the woman glared at us and asked us to mind our own business. She seemed rude, but perhaps it was because of all the stresses she was going through as a mother. So, we let her be... And hopefully, she stayed until we were done eating the food we were later on served. ... "So, how much is our bill?" I asked the waiter. And after telling us, I asked about that of the woman as well. Thus, I paid him all together. I did that to show the woman I meant no harm. "Thank... thank you" The woman managed to say just as we were about leaving. "I am very sorry about what happened earlier, I... I was just pissed off by my... daughter. She doesn't like eating food talk more of taking her pills" "Pills?" I wrinkled a brow. "Yes, she's a sickler — always on drugs" The woman said, and that made me to look very closely at her daughter. The girl's eyes were yellow, and she looked relatively abnormal. "Is she always in pain?" I asked. "No, from time to time" The woman said. "What's her name?" I enquired. "Farzana, and she's four" The woman said. That moment, I felt like the whole world was onto my head. I gently bent down close to the girl and held her hand. "You will be fine, ok?" I said and she nodded. "But always do as your mommy told you to do, ok?" I added and she nodded again. Thus, I gave her one thousand naira note before biding them both goodbye.  ... "The woman is so young" Qudrah said as we headed back to my car — outside the eatery. "Yes, she is" I said hopping into the car. "But do you think she is even married at all?" She asked as she hopped into the car as well.  "That is none of our business, I just pity her daughter" I said igniting the car into action. "Me too, I really pity the poor child" She said and then huffed. "Some parents are wicked, I mean how can they marry despite knowing that both their genotypes are incompatible?" "Nice point, some are just selfish!" I uttered. "Yes, and their children are the ones paying the price!" She uttered, expressing sadness. And at this juncture, I would like to advice all the people reading this to make sure they check their genotype. And also not to engage into any relationship with someone whose genotype is incompatible with theirs. This is to avoid giving birth to the children that will at the end of the day suffer the consequences. Yes, why give birth to sicklers when you have all the power not to? Do you even know the kind of pain sicklers are going through? Many don't even get to enjoy their life to the fullest due to pain, and some ends up dying early! This is not the era of ignorance anymore, we are civilized now (at least most of us) and the least I would ever expect from us is making the mistake our parents / grandparents made in the past. If you love to see your children happy always, marry a compatible partner! Sickle Cell is a very severe hereditary form of anaemia in which mutated haemoglobin distorts red blood cells into a crescent shape, causing the cells to become stuck in capillaries. Downstream tissues are thus deprived of oxygen causing ischaemia and infarction...  The reason why the anaemia is called sickle cell is simply because the red blood cells of those with the anaemia are in form of sickle. Such type of abnormal cells are very likely to block blood vessels, thereby causing pain for the sicklers. It can be managed, but the cure isn't an easy process. It requires a stem cell transplantation which is highly expensive! ... Just as I drove Qudrah home, I swung my car and drove back home as well while thinking about Farzana. She was just a kid, and why'd her parents even marry? Or didn't they know that their genotypes were incompatible? And talking about them, I didn't even know what Yusuf's genotype was but mine was AA. Thus, I called Yusuf and asked him about it and he told me his own was AS. Well, we can marry! According to scientific research, AA and AS can marry each other, and also AA and AA. However, AA and SS would have mix of AA, AS and SS. While SS and SS will give birth to complete SS which is extremely bad. Hence, the best combinations are AA and AA or AA and AS. Try and check your genotype soon! "AsSalama Alaykum..." My mother salaamed into my room while wearing a very sad face. "Wa'alaykumus Salam, mum" I said keeping my phone aside. "Mum, is everything okay?" "Not really" She said as she gently sat by the bedside. "Your father is... trying to suspend our cement production, anytime from now" "Subhanallah, why?!" I puzzle "Actually Fatimah, it's because of the lack of market. The DAF Limited have taken over all our percentages in cement market" She said. Hmm, seems my Yusuf is doing just great! "Allow dad to suspend it" I uttered smiling. "What?!" She glared at me. "Are you mad?" "No..." I heaved a sigh and continued. "just allow him to do what he think is the best!" "Nonsense!" She said as she stood to her feet. "You sound just like your father, none of you seems to care about this company these days" "Mum..." I said as she quickly left the room. Gosh! I patted my forehead. •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Written by; Muhammad Abubakar (KingMoha)

*I AM ABLE* Chapter 45 Yusuf. These days I didn't used to have much time for myself at all, and that's because we increased our cement production by nearly 40% due to frequent demand by our customers. It was a dream come true, but I was beginning to get tired already. One thing about business is, the more you work and pray; the successful you would become. We were now the highest cement producers in the country, leaving the Bulama Cooperation and others far behind. Talking about Bulama Cooperation, very soon Professor Marwan would be visiting them in their house. I had discussed the matter with him thoroughly and he promised to see them soon. I just hoped that things should workout because I so much wanted to marry Fatimah, she was whom I wanted to live my life with. Everything about Fatimah was amazing, she was very beautiful and had all that I desired. Many people don't really like flaunting their girls, but I like flaunting mine. Back then at school, I would even feed her in the cafeteria while other students stare at us like zombies. It was great, we would gist and laugh as if no one was looking at us. There was a day I even pecked her, well that day didn't end well with me. She pretended to be so okay with what I did in the public, but scolded me in private. In my life, I didn't really think I would ever forget about Fatimah. Her voice was really cool, her eyes were amazing, her nose was adorable, her lips were tempting, every lil thing about her was perfect to me, and that truly is because I loved her for real. If I had wanted playing her, I would have done that long ago. I know my ways, it would be hard though; because she was a very wise lady... Buzz... Buzz... Buzz... My phone began vibrating, it was a call from an unknown number. Who could that be? I wondered as I gently picked the call. "Hello!" "Hi, Yusuf. It's me – Safiya, Aminah's friend" The person said, rendering me speechless. Actually, it had been years I heard from her! "Oh... Safiya, what's up?" I uttered. "Fine o, sorry to call you at this time. I know you must be busy with work but please just hear me out. Do I have your time?" She said. "Yes, continue" I muttered. "Okay" She cleared her throat and continued. "Aminah has been back from Jigawa for three months now, and she came with a 4-year-old girl, Farzana. She said it's your daughter, but warned me not to ever let you know. Before I even got to know the truth, she had lied first that it was her niece but I didn't buy it. So she told me the truth. I didn't really wish to tell you all this but I have no choice, the girl is a sickler and she's suffering. She had fainted 6 times since they came and I'm tired already!" Her words made my heart to flip a little. Did she just said the girl is my daughter? How... how comes? How on this earth is that even possible when Aminah had already told me she aborted the pregnancy, does that mean I was played? Wait, this must be a dream. Yes, maybe I'm dreaming or something. I thought. "Please Yusuf, this poor girl needs your help. It's your responsibility as her father to take care of her because if she dies, she will never forgive both you and Aminah. You can call a doctor to run a DNA if you think I am lying..." She kept talking but all I do was thinking, yes thinking was all I could do. If all she said was true, then Aminah had a lot to explain to me. She would regret ever doing what she did to me. I disliked being played or lied to, and why on this earth would she even do that to me? "Yusuf are you there? Please come to her aid. Don't think otherwise about this, I seek not a penny from you for this. All I want is for this poor child to have proper care kaji?" She said. "You still live in that area?" I managed to say. "No, I am in my own house yanzu" She said. "Ok, send me the address please" I muttered. "Toh, inazuwa" She said and ended the call. Just then, the address arrived. It was house No. 56 at New Estate, here in Minna. No one need to tell me she was working with AEDC, because the estate was built for their staff members only. Thus, I dropped whatever I was doing and unhesitatingly drove there. ... As soon as I knocked the door of the house, someone opened it for me. It was a cute little girl. And wallahi the moment I saw her, the thought of my mother came into my mimd. They looked so much alike. Was she the one Safiyah told me about earlier? I wondered, examining her. Some sicklers can hardly be known, but the girl's case is different. It was practically apparent, and her eyes said alot. "Our minerals has finished, sir" She said. It seemed they sell things in the house. Nice, business is really good. "But we have zobo" "Zobo?" I said as I bent down closer to her. "Yes" She said as she smiled like my mother. There was no need for a DNA test, I would only like to hear it from Aminah. If she said the girl is mine then that's it, but she would have to answer why she chose to lie to me... "Yusuf, har ka zo?" Safiyah showed up with apron, she must be working in the kitchen. "Yes, Safiya" I said raising up. "Ok, come inside please" She said. And just as I was ushered in, I noticed the little girl couldn't walk properly. Was it the anaemia? Or some kind of an injury in the leg? I wondered, sitting in one of the sofas. "Farzana" She called the girl. "Yes, auntie Aminah!" The girl responded. "Go to my room and play with my tab" She said, thus the girl screamed in excitement. "Thank you, auntie!" The girl said walking slowly towards a room... The way she was walking made tears to accrue in my eyes! This is pathetic! "Where is Aminah?" I asked Safiyah, who looked sad as well. "Tell me where she is" "Hold on, she's in the bathroom" She said. "Go and call..." I was saying when Aminah came out of a room wearing bathrobe. She was surprised to see me, and just as I stood about approaching her she ran back to the room again. It was clearly that she realized what she did. It was clearly she fooled me! And about the little girl... What could I possibly say? We had ruined her life! •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Written by; Muhammad Abubakar (KingMoha)

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When things were abt getting better bw u nd Fatimah, u baby mama shows up!

I hope they find solution to the little girl's situation

with a sick child that needs everyday attention

This is really bad

Its getting complicated but i love complications

This is serious... continue

Don't tell me that Yusuf and Fatima are both AS

*I AM ABLE* Chapter 46 Fatimah. Today, just after lunch I decided to take a nap. It was a rainy day you know, and the weather was conducive for resting. Please don't call me a lazy lady, I just had nothing to do. My father refused to offer me a job in his company, and my mother refused to let me search for a job outside. Actually, they both had their selfish reasons and my father's own was very funny. He said I should obtain Master's Degree first. Master's Degree? Do I even need any kind of certificate before working in his company? I really did not think so because Yusuf started leading his father's company since before he even obtained his own Bachelor's Degree, for that reason I think my father didn't just want me to work in his company. It is very obvious. My mother, however, warned me not to look for job outside because that will hinder my father from ever considering me to work in his company. He might say I had gotten a job already. Well, I had no other choice but to adhere to her advice. Hence the joblessness. By the way, why was I even worried? It was not as if they weren't taking good care of me. In fact, I had 15million in my bank account. Whatever I asked for, they would give me. I could say I lacked nothing. Sometimes they would just credit my account for no reason, thus why should I worry about not getting a job? One day, I would get a job and I would cease being the lazy Bulama girl I was today. ... After waking up from my nap, I found out it was some minutes after 4. Therefore, I went into the bathroom, performed ablution and thus walked out and prayed both Zhur and Asr. After all that, I changed into a kimono and headed downstairs. Just as I was gently stepping down, I began hearing a familiar voice. Wait a minute, who could that be? It seemed to be Professor Marwan! I thought while paying more attention to the voice... Subhanallah, it's his voice! I walked down slowly and took a glimpse at the living room. Hence, my eyes proved my hunch right. It was truly Professor Marwan, and he was having a conversation with my parents. This was it, the day Yusuf had been waiting for. The day we would either be set apart or supported. Ya Allah, if Yusuf is the BEST for me, make him mine... I beg of you! I returned back to my room slowly with my heart beating very fast while praying inside my mind. I really wanted to be with Yusuf, and that's because I loved him so much. He was the kind of person I wanted to build a family with, the kind of person I wanted to share my life with, and If my parents didn't allow me to marry him; I would be pained. Make him mine, Ya Allah! I shut the door behind me, as soon as I was finally in my room. My mouth was already becoming bitter, as if I had ate bitter leaf or something. You know that kind of feelings right? When you're hoping for the best but expecting the worst! That was the feelings I was having. I couldn't even stand properly, hence I gently sat down, leaned my back by the door and thence drew my knees to my pounding chest. All I could do was thinking. I kept on thinking until my mother knocked my door and asked me to come out urgently. That moment, my heart increase its beats. I was already crying inside me, I knew there was nowhere my father would allow me to marry Yusuf, I knew everything had failed already because I could feel it. Unless if my mind was telling me the wrong information. "Kuka kike yi?" My mother asked as soon as I opened the door for her. "Ashe kin san komai" Eh na sani but crying? Was I really in tears? I didn't even know my face was so drenched until I finally felt the tears on my face after having been apprised about it... Indeed love can make people go insane, so I had been in tears all this while without even knowing? I wondered, as I gently touched my wet face. "You didn't even know it?" My mother added. Just then, I busted into another spray of tears. ... I could remember in the past, when I was in junior secondary school. People used to call me 'Miss Stone Heart' because I didn't believe in love. In fact, I disliked almost all men due to my father's indifference towards me. Many boys had tried getting my attention but to no avail. I believed all men are bad, I had never thought I would ever fall in love with a man, let alone cry over losing him but here I was! My mother cuddled and helped me wiped off the tears on my delicate face before walking me downstairs. Actually, I was so puzzled to find out Professor Marwan was already gone. And the look in my father's face ruptured my heart even more. Ya Rabbi (Dear Lord), I can not believe you've taken Yusuf away from me already. Truly, this is too much for me to bear. "Alhaji, here she is" My mother said as she sat close to him in a couch. "She knows he came" Yes, I knew Professor Marwan came! "And why wouldn't she?!" He said and asked me to keep standing. "What did your mother and I once told you about Dolari's family?" "They... they are our rivals" I stuttered. "Then why are you trying to tangle yourself with them? Give me one single reason why!" He said with anger written allover his face. "Because I... I love Yusuf" I stuttered. "Just that? How can you love someone that doesn't love your family?! Someone that got me into a police cell out of malice?" He said. "He did what he had to do!" I uttered. "Will you shut up, Fatimah!" My mother in anger chimed in. "You sound so different!" "Different, mum?" I stared at her. "Yes, or did Yusuf charmed you?" She said. Just then I shook my head in disappointment. "Why do you people hate Yusuf?" I queried. "Because we are rivals" My father said. "Dad," I uttered and continued. "Remember the fact that you are a Muslim, and they are also Muslims. This bond alone is enough for us to be one, and to set our differences aside. And talking about rivalry, do you know that Android and Apple are rivals and had fought in the past? But here they are today, you can find lot of Google stuffs in Apple Store. And they are still rivals but share common bond. Being Dolari's top enemy is the reason why the defunct Yargote used your company to cover all their tracks for a meantime after assassinating Yusuf's parents. This was the same reason why Yusuf got you arrested. If you think what Yusuf did was wrong, then imagine yourself in his shoes please dad..." "Go back to your room, please" He cut in. "But dad..."  "I said go back to your room!" He yelled. "Fine, dad!" I said and ran back upstairs. Hence I cried until eventually, my phone began ringing. It was Yusuf, thus I sniffed, cleared my throat, and wiped off my tears before picking his call. "Salama Alaykum" "Wa'alaykumus Salam, ya kike?" He said. "I am alright, and... and you?" I muttered. "Fine too. Professor Marwam phoned me just recently, he said he had tried all his best and that your parents needs some time to think..." "Okay, naji" I said after he was done talking. •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Written by; Muhammad Abubakar (KingMoha)

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Hmmmm

I just pray Allah touches there heart

*I AM ABLE* Chapter 47 Yusuf. A month later... Ever since I found out Farzana was my child, I had not been at rest. I was a very busy man but yet I chose to be creating time for her. It was apparent she lacked fatherly love even before she told me. She said all her daddies left her because she used to fall sick always! I understood what she meant by the words "her daddies", it means the men her mother probably dated after giving birth to her. One thing about her is she could speak fluently. I had wondered if really she was 4 years old. Sometimes she would be gisting me stories about her friends in Jigawa, and one Sadiq that she loved. She said he broke her heart. Seriously, I was puzzled. How could such a small girl like her know about relationship and love? She said people disliked her just because she used to fall sick all the time. It broke my heart. If only our genotypes are written on our foreheads, then I probably wouldn't have slept with Aminah knowing both of us are AS and could give birth to a sickler but nay, some of us don't even care about knowing our genotypes. Have you checked yours? Do that, it is very essential. The day I found out about Farzana, I was so pissed off realising Aminah had lied to me. I had thought she aborted the pregnancy but nay, she only lied to me. That day, I wanted teaching her a great lesson for all what she did but she had refused to come out of the room she ran into until after having made me promise her that I wouldn't harm her if she comes out. It worked, and she came out crying. Thus, she explained everything to me. She said her relatives said it is a great sin to abort pregnancy, thus they forced her not to abort it. And the reason why she did not let me know about it is because I would come over to Jigawa and that might disclose my identity, sully my name and our company. It made sense though! That day, we had talked a lot. She asked for forgiveness and I told her she didn't offend me, the person she offended was Farzanah, our daughter. If only I had knew about that girl earlier, maybe she wouldn't have been weakened that much by her ailment (SCA). But no problem... Now that I already know about her, I would make sure she get the appropriate medical care, even if it meas flying her overseas for treatments. I just wanted her to be healthy, and also to live the kind of life she'd wanted. ... Today, I was driving to Safiyah's house from work when my phone began ringing. It was actually an unknown number, so I hesitated and wondered before finally picking the call. "Salama Alaykum, is this Yusuf?" A strange voice came through the phone, it was a guy. "Wa'alaykumus Salam, yes!" I responded. "Okay, please come to Bulama Factory. The new one, Alhaji Aliyu Bulama awaits you!" The person said and quickly ended the call. Hmmmm! I heaved a sigh thinking what I would face. Honestly, since the day Professor Marwan paid him a visit we hadn't heard anything from him. And Fatimah had been so weak, frequent night prayers made her to always sleep during the day. She said she wouldn't stop praying until her father welcome our relationship... I just pray Allah has finally answered all her night prayers, Ameeeen! I swung the car and headed straight to the factory, it was actually a big place and was adjacent their head office. The security in charge of the gate stopped and queried me. "Hello sir, how may I help you?" He asked. "I am here to see Alhaji Bulama" I uttered. "Do you have an appointment with him?" "He summoned me... just recently" I said. "Alright, can I know your name please?" "Oh, well... I'm Yusuf Abba Dolari" I said. Verily, I was puzzled he didn't know me! "Okay, wait a minute please" He said and unhesitatingly placed a call, and after the short duration call he let me drive inside. ... As soon as I parked my car in the parking space, a guy in a black suit welcomed me. Hence, he ushered me into the building. I practically was so amazed, Alhaji Bulama really had tried with the interior and also everything. He must have spent billions... "Sir, wait for me here" The suit guy said. "Okay" I nodded and watched him as he headed into a room which had B/C CEO written boldly on its name-plate. Hence, without wasting much time he came out. "You can go in, sir!" He said and then left. Thus, I huffed and supplicated inwardly before gently Salaaming into the office... "Waalaykumu Salam" Alhaji Bulama said. "Good afternoon sir" I greeted him. "Afternoon, have a seat" He ordered. "Thanks, sir!" I pulled a chair and sat in it. Just then, he sighed and folded his arms across his chest staring at me same way Fatimah used to do when she is serious. "Yusuf!" He yelled my name so loudly. "Yes, sir" I responded, expecting the worst. "I thought a lot about what that lecturer of yours said to me that day, I never knew his words would touch me but then I... kept on thinking about it. What you did to me was wrong but I would do the worst if I was in your shoe, trust me. You know I am a very hotblooded man, I once slapped someone straight to coma just because he called me Bura na, instead of Bulama..." He beamed. "Hmm" I beamed as well, almost laughing. It was a GREAT and funny insult, actually. Bura means penis in Hausa. The person called Alhaji Bulama; His penis. "And do you know what, Yusuf?" He said. "Sai ka fada, sir" I uttered, all ears. "The person was my best friend, but I hate jokes. Such jokes are not funny" He uttered. "Yes, it's an insult" I said with a nod. "Exactly!" He uttered and continued. "Some people just love looking for other's trouble, and most of them cant stand a single punch" Hmm, he was right. "That's true, sir" I said smiling at him. "Yes!" He heaved a sigh and then continued. "Your father and I were friends until the day he began producing cement. First, he copied my styles and then went ahead and started waging war with me in the cement market" "But competition is allowed, sir" I muttered. "I know, but your father took it the other way. Even my burnt down factory, something tells me he has hands in it. But I forgive him in the name of our old friendship..." He gently said. Indeed he was so right about everything. May Allah forgive my father and Jasraa... They had selfishly did a great number of evils together. "I will give you two billion as compensation" I said, hoping that he humbly accept the offer. "Are you doing this because of Fatimah?" "No, I am doing this because I want to end the war both my father and sister initiated" I said. "Okay, that's a nice gesture but I don't need it" "I will still send it, sir. And I will make sure all my board members sign the peace deal. There shouldn't be any war between us again" I said. "Okay, fine" He said adjusting his sitting. "But Yusuf, nothing can make up for all my losses. My company now relies on paints, real estate management, architectural plans, and so on" "I am deeply sorry, but it shall all be well. If any time you need anything of my assistance just let me know sir. And once again, I am so sorry for everything..." I humbly apologized. "It is okay, Yusuf" He said and then smiled. And that was how our conversation ended. He told me I would hear from him sooner or later about Fatimah, and I thanked him well. Honestly, I never knew things would be this easy. Finally, Fatimah would be soooo mine! Alhamdulillah. •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Written by; Muhammad Abubakar (KingMoha)

God is at work

*I AM ABLE* Chapter 48 Fatimah. Truth be told, I really never thought my father would welcome my relationship with Yusuf. I never thought he would end the war between him and DAF Limited, but then he did. And all my forlornness went away, my pains vanished as well. I knew it was a miracle, thus I thanked Allah for the opportune help He rendered me. Verily, no matter how hard a situation would turn out to be; the best thing to do is prayer. I had engaged into night prayers and had also fasted for days too, hence I became slim. You might possibly not even recognize me but it was worth it – since I had gotten the result I wanted. And today, Yusuf would be coming with his relatives by noon for introduction. "You know you are not supposed to be here, right?" Nanny Luba uttered just as I walked into the kitchen, she was preparing lunch. I didn't have anything doing so I opted to just render a helping hand to her. After all, this day was special. "Fatimah, please go back..." "Keep quiet" I calmly said to the woman as I joined her. "We are doing this together, ok?" "No, just go Fatimah!" She tried sending me away but I glared at her. "You are stubborn" I am stubborn? Awwn, thanks! "Why is it that you don't like me being here? Why?" I asked as I began slicing the onions. "Nothing" She coldly said. "Nothing? Just tell me kawai" I insisted. "Hmm" She sighed adjusting her apron. "Yes, I want to know" I said almost aloud. "Okay, okay" She sighed again as she stopped what she was doing. "The truth is, Fatimah, I don't used to feel comfortable with you here" "But why?" I puzzled. "Because I am paid to do the job alone" She said, and that made me to laugh out louder. See this woman o! "It doesn't matter if I help you out, after all I want my cooking skills to improve" I smiled. "But you are already a good cook!" She said and continued. "And by the way, after your wedding you will get a cook that will help..." A whaaaaaat? "Never!" I quickly snapped at her and that made her to burst into a scornful laughter. "Why?" She managed to ask. "Just!" I muttered, not willing to exceed my boundary. If only she knew how Yusuf was. "Okay then" She sighed, thus we changed to another topic — about how I met my Yusuf. ... Just as we were done cooking lunch, I went back to my room and took a warm shower before changing into a farasha abaya and using my veil to pack my hair in a ponytail. Actually, I wanted to look more beautiful on this day but I wasn't used to applying much makeup on my face. Thus, all I had done was put on powder, lipstick and then kohl. That should atleast be sufficient, unless if I want Yusuf to go cray on me. Lol, don't mind me! Ma Shaa Allah, I beamed at my reflection in the mirror as satisfied as I was with my look. Hence I looked down to my chest, the things were still ample despite how slim I truly had become these days. Hmm... only Allah knows how mad Yusuf would be if their size reduce, he loved how big they are. And that made me to always wonder why men even like breasts, aren't breasts meant for feeding babies only? "Fatimah, they are here!" My mother said as she bounced into my room. "Put your hijab!" "Okay, mum" I said as I quickly took my hijab from my bed and wore it. Hence, we headed downstairs together as trembling as I was. It was as if I was about to see Yusuf for the first time, I didn't really know why I was anxious. And just as I saw Yusuf, I couldn't help but to drop my jaw. He was in one of his best outfits. Wayyo Allah na... He was just too handsome! "Compose yourself" My mother whispered. Wait, was she studying me? "Okay" I said in what seemed like a whisper. Hence, we walked over to them in the dining area and Yusuf couldn't just take his eyes off me even though I was wearing hijab. He had come with a man and a woman from among his relatives as his guardians, and also some gifts for me in two highly expensive boxes. I was amazed, I never expected such. After all, it was just an introduction not engagement. After the greetings, we ate lunch together in the dining table. Yusuf couldn't eat much, it was as if he wasn't hungry. Our eyes kept on meeting each other's from time to time, and whenever it happened Yusuf would smile at me and I would find myself smiling back at him as well. Love is indeed strong, it doesn't matter who you are or who you are in love with. All that matters is what the heart feels. "Actually, I am Asad..." Said the man Yusuf came with. "Yusuf's paternal uncle, and I work with RainOil. This is my wife, Zaitun" Zaitun? Nice name, I smiled. "We are here on behalf of late Alhaji Dolari and his wife, late Hajiya Kankada which, of course, are Yusuf's parents. May Allah have mercy on both their souls, Ameen!" He said. "Ameen!" We chorused. Thus, he continued. ... After the introduction, my father called my name thrice and then asked if I love Yusuf. Well, I only smiled and covered my face in bashfulness. He had to enquire again before he got the answer from me in form of a nod. "Say it please lets hear" My mother chimed. Oh mum, what on earth again? I already nodded my head now! "Do you love Yusuf Abba Dolari?" She asked. "Ye..." I cleared my throat. "Yes, I... love him" "Okay then, now you are talking!" She said. Thus, Yusuf was asked by his uncle as well. And unlike me, Yusuf wasn't really shy. He had even added with "...and I will love her until I am no longer in existence..." He was funny, he made everyone to lough out loud. The introduction went well, and without wasting much time my parents suggested there shouldn't be engagement. They said marriage preparation should really come next and Yusuf's uncle agreed. Thus, they fixed a date for another meeting of which everything would be set. I was happy, and same also was Yusuf. Things are going the way we both wanted, yes... auspiciously. And finally, I would soon be Yusuf's! •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Written by; Muhammad Abubakar (KingMoha)

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Amazing....next please

Wow

*I AM ABLE* Chapter 49 Aminah. (The Story) When years ago I left Minna to my relatives in Jigawa with pregnancy, the first thing they did was to contact my uncle and throw him questions. They practically weren't happy at all, and even after telling them it was a rape they still blamed me for it. They asked where and how it all happened, but I refused to tell them the truth. I refused to tell them it was in a club, also refused to tell them I was the one that approached the person that raped me. I knew if I tell them the truth they would skin me alive, so I told them chloroform was used on me by an unknown man on my way home from school, thus I woke up and found myself in an uncompleted building with bloodstain... May Allah forgive me for telling such lie! Hence uncle Uthman, the cleric in our family became so upset. And out of anger, he cursed the person that raped me. "In Shaa Allah, his parents will pay for it with their lives" He had said, and some of the family members replied with "Ameen" while some kept mute. It wasn't a small curse, and it pained me the fact that I caused it. Maybe if I had said the truth, then he might not have cursed Yusuf's parents. It was a drastic mistake, but on the other hand if they knew it was Yusuf then only Allah knows how wrecky DAF Limited would endup being. I loved Yusuf, and if he had loved me too then I might not have ran away to Jigawa. I would have adhered to his plan and we would have raised Farzana together from birth. But there was no place for me in his heart, and I could not breed for someone that didn't love me. If not for my relatives, you wouldn't have heard about Farzana. They were the ones that told me not to abort the pregnancy that it wasn't good at all in Islam, as if they were religious! Well, it isn't really good to do such thing. They took care of me, of course using the same wealth that belonged to me. The same wealth I was supposed to inherit after both my parents' demise, they took away everything my parents left while I was still a baby. But God will judge all of them on the day of judgment. They shall pay for it one after the other with their good deeds. Don't call me a wicked person, it is just painful. How does it feel to be in my situation? Only those in my shoes would understand me. A year after giving birth to Farzana, things drastically changed. Farzana was a sickler, it was something that frightened me because I never knew Yusuf's genotype was AS too like mine. And gradually, my relatives pulled off their hands from our problems. They stopped financing our day to day medical treatments. They said we were pushing them into poverty. Things became so hard for me, I had wanted asking Yusuf for money but decided not to. I really shouldn't, after all I had told him I had aborted his baby. So I opened up a small scale business. I started selling Zobo, Kunun aya etc until I finally decided to return back to Minna. ... Upon returning back to Minna I contacted my old friend, Safiya. Thus she directed me to her matrimonial home in New Estate. Yes, she had gotten married to a Police Corporal who works in Cross-River and only returns back twice a year. She was so happy to see me, I was happy to see her too. Her home was good, and so was her job. She was working with AEDC, Minna. I stayed with her for weeks before continuing my small scale business while managing my daughter's sickness. It wasn't easy, my market was poor because many were doing the same business around. Hence, I had to be borrowing money from Safiya in order to take care of my daughter. And in three months, I was already owing Safiya thirty thousand naira. I knew it was too much but what could I do? Farzana needed all the care she deserved from me but the money was too much, how on earth could I pay her back when my business wasn't doing great? Thus, I decided to stop borrowing money from her again. It was a great decision, it also meant exposing my daughter to pain. Things even gets worst when Farzana started fainting any time the pain started. Therefore, I had to ask for money from Safiya and when I asked her she told me she really didn't have. She said if she lend me the little she had then we would end up starving in the house. That day, I had cried a lot. I had to keep praying in water for Farzana to drink, and Allah helped us. Every time she takes it the pain goes away. That day, Safiya reminded me of Yusuf. That I should try and contact the father of my child, she insisted I should do that but I shrugged it because if Yusuf finds out I lied to him about Farzana he may sue me to court or beat me. I had to tell Safiya to leave Yusuf's matter aside and never to approach him. But she ended up doing what I told her not to, she phoned him and he came. I had to mix lies and truths for him to believe me, and since that day he had been helping us. He paid the money I was owing Safiya and asked me to stop my business. I was happy because he placed me on a salary of N200,000. The love I had for him grew even more wider. Sometimes we would go to parks together with our baby, play like coupe and so on. And sometimes to Usman Kankada Bello hall known as U.K Bello to watch films and to take pictures with Hausa actors and actresses. He loved living a normal life, he also disliked being on media. He made sure our trips didn't go viral for a reason best know by him. But it went to my uncle's ears, he called me over to his house and said he had forgiven me. He also asked about Yusuf, so I told him little from that in which I knew. But I warned him never to tell our relatives. He promised not to do that after I had credited his account with N60,000. He was so happy and asked if I could return to his house, but nay I told him Yusuf was already about to buy a house for me and Farzana. Hence, he prayed for me and I left. So, money can bring people to your knees? Oh Allah, please make Yusuf my husband. Make him mine please, I really love him! •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Written by; Muhammad Abubakar (KingMoha)

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This Aminah is funny oh, praying for Yusuf to marry you when you have one SCA child already Smh

Hmmm

See the way Yusuf just mentioned 2 billion like that.. God help me o so i will be giving billions to people and still be financially okay in Jesus Name, Amen

Yusuf, when will u tell Fatimah abt ur baby?

*I AM ABLE* Chapter 50 Yusuf. With Farzana in my life, I opted to be a good father to her by spending much of my time with her. She also loved seeing me around, I never knew she would get so attached to me like this but you know blood is thicker than water and my blood indubitably runs in her. As for Aminah, the only relationship existing between us was that of parenting. That's all. Today was a very cold and cloudy day, even the almighty sun was unable to shine today. And after all the necessary things at work, I drove to the house I bought Aminah. It was adjacent Police Secondary School, Minna. A two bedroom flat, with a kitchen and store. That should be quite enough for her to live peacefully with our daughter for as long as she wishes to. "Daddy, oyoyo!" Farzana ran towards me just as I drove inside the house. Actually, she was a very strong car lover. I spoiled her though, and whenever I visited them she would insist I open the door even when I had already parked the car. Funny, right? Well, kids could be very funny at all times. And everything they do, whether good or bad is the right thing to them. You dare not shout at them for their wrongs, as though they're the most truthful creatures! "Oya, get inside" I opened the door for her. "Yes, yes!" She quickly hopped in and then loudly slammed the door, she was anxious. "Hmm" I smiled as I gently parked the car. Thus, I off the engine and alighted the car. "Welcome, daddyn Farzana!" Aminah said, beaming. She was the one that opened the gate for me because there was no gateman. "Thank you!" I huffed. "Did nurse Nafisah come? Don't tell me she's also busy today" "Hmm, daddyn Farzana kenan" She sighed. "Actually, ta zo. And she checked Farzana..." "Good!" I said and gulped. "Is there food?" "Yeah, na gama girki yau da wuri" She said. "Okay, go and serve me while I get this car lover out of my car this instant" I muttered. "Toh, sir" She smiled and headed to the flat. Hey, did I acted right? I hope I wasn't that aloof? I really don't like being aloof. I just didn't want to be too open to her, she might end up luring me just like before. If such happens this time around, I wouldn't really forgive myself. Not even by mistake. Real men ought to be so strong, not weak. "Farzana, let's go inside!" I walked towards her door and opened it. "Oya, come outside" "But daddy..." She lamented. "But what? Hmm, if you want me to buy a packet of candy for you tomorrow..." She didn't allow me to finish my words as she hurriedly hopped out of the car in a jiffy. Hence, I carried her on my shoulder and headed into the flat with her with a scoff. ... After dinner, which was a very delicious spaghetti, I prayed Magrib and then Isha before preparing for home. But then, God recommended I stay by releasing his rain. "Driving in rain is not good" Aminah said. Really? Well I have done that severally. I am only staying for my safety. Yes, because this was night... And our roads are bad. "Okay, I will wait!" I said returning back to where I was sitting on, which was a couch. "Good" She smiled and took Farzana inside. The girl had already slept... after taking her drugs. She hardly stay this long, she'd sleep. Just as I was swiping through my phone, it started ringing. It was uncle Asad, was he waiting for me to return home already? It wasn't even nine O'clock yet, why the call? "AsSalama Alaykum" I said as I picked up. "Wa'alaykumus Salam. Mutumin ka fa has called me" He uttered without even asking how I was. "The meeting won't take place" "You mean, Alhaji Bulama? But I think we agreed we would meet on this day?" I said. "Of course, yes! But he changed his mind. I asked him why and he told me he would be embarking on a foreign trip tomorrow and would not return till next month!" He said. Whaaaat? "Shit!" I muttered, I was tired of waiting. "Hey, try and call Fatimah" He uttered. "Okay, sir" I said and ended the call. And just as I was about calling Fatimah, a voice bellowed from behind. "Hmm, why didn't you on the TV?" Aminah said as she walked towards me and sat on the couch. Ya Allah, why can't she just let me be? Could you imagine she changed into a light armless dress? She even had to pack all her hair, expose her cleavage, and add more to her previous makeup as well. Was she mad? Well, I didn't say anything to her. I returned my phone to my pocket and then folded my arms across my chest. Hence, she scoffed and stood to her feet. "Lemme on it" She uttered as she walked to the Android Tv, wasted her time showing off her body to me before finally switching it on and selecting one of the movies she downloaded for us to watch. Thus, she returned and joined me on the couch. "Serenity is a nice film" She said. That was how she kept on talking while we watch. And almost halfway into the movie, she sluggishly walked to the Tv and off it. I wasn't worried, after all the film was bored. "Daddyn Farzana, can we talk?" She asked. "About what?" I managed to wrinkle a brow. "About Farzana" She uttered as she walked back to the couch. "And don't say I'm crazy" "Just talk, Aminah" I muttered. "Hmm, ok..." She sighed. "Actually, I... I was thinking if we can, you know, get a playing mate for Farzana. Or what do you... think?" Get Farzana a playing mate? Like how??? "I don't understand, Aminah!" I muttered. "Hmm! You mean you don't know what I mean? Haba, or you are just pretending? Doing this is the best" She said sexily, and before I knew it she'd drew herself more closer to me. "Lets give her a brother, ok?" "Nonsense!" I pushed her away from me. "There is no way this is happening again" "But Yusuf..." "Silence!" I yelled at her standing up to my feet. "If you need a man, just say it kawai!" "Ok, I need a man" She stood to her feet too. "But not just any man. It's you I need, Yusuf" "Bullshit, I think I told you before... don't expect love or sex from me. It can never happen again. It wont work!" I squealed. "Unless you want us to be selfish parents" "Selfish... as in how?" She asked quivering. "To be breeding sicklers, of course!" I said "Then we can have my womb removed. I could adopt siblings for Farzana" She said. Like seriously? Remove your womb? For love, or obsession? "Aminah we can't be together, and if you really wish to keep pressuring me then I would stop coming... wallahi" I muttered. "Stop coming? Har abun ya kai nan? Okay, daman ashe baka son Farzana. Yes, there is absolutely no way you would say that if you really love our daughter!" She said angrily. Oh wow, so I am now a pretender! "Aminah, if I don't love Farzana you would know. If I don't love her I won't even care about her wellbeing. But here I am" I said. "Yes, here you are... a statue, you only care because you are afraid Allah will burn you deep inside hell if you dont take care of us!" "Mind your tongue!" "Bazaa yi minding ba, if you like beat me. That's exactly what men are good at, they always think they are superior!" She said. And just as I was about replying her, my phone began ringing. Uhm, it was Adnan. "Excuse me please" I said. "I will not. Ina nan, Mallam!" She uttered. God, why am I too cool these days? If it was in the past, I would have hit her! "Hello, Adnan" I said walking towards the other room, not hers. "Ya gida, and work?" "Not fine!" Adnan said and continued. "I, really, I am not feeling that fine due to the extreme cold whether. So I quickly rested after Isha, and guess what Yusuf? I had a nightmare, Fatimah pointed a gun at you" "What do you mean?" I puzzled. "She pointed a gun at you!" He repeated. A gun at me? This is really funny o! Where would she even get it from? Dreams are just imaginaries! This was even quarter to 9... "Omo, na dream you dream" I laughed it off. "You absolutely know Fatimah, she would never do such a thing. It was just a dream!" "Ok... ok, just becareful" He ended the call. Jealousy boy kawai, lol?? He only wanted me to separate with her! "Who is Fatimah?" Aminah bellowed. Truth be told, I didn't even know I was still standing in the living room. "Fatimah is my Fiance, any problem with that?" I uttered. I wasn't willing to keep hiding if from her, the fact that she was already crossing her limit. "Reason why you should let me be, Aminah!" •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Written by; Muhammad Abubakar (KingMoha)

And Yusuf, when do you plan telling Fatima about Farzana?

Hmm... U are threading on dangerous ground

U beta tell fatimah everything tin now Before is too late

*I AM ABLE* Chapter 51 Fatimah. 6:14am... Today I woke up to Yusuf's missed calls, they were about 8. I had mistakenly left the phone in silent mode before going to bed yesterday, you know. And what could Yusuf be having for me that he couldn't wait till morning? Or was it about our meeting today? He must be nervous already. I was nervous too. Perhaps he wanted a composure, sadly I was deeply asleep the time he called me. Hence, I dialed his contact and he picked after few ringings. "AsSalama Alaykum, Good Morning!" I said. "Wa'alaykumus Salam, Morning" He said. I could sense exhaustion in his voice. Maybe sleep was still in his eyes, but who knows? "Hmm, I woke you up right?" I said. "No my love, it's okay. Ya kike?" He said. "Fine, how about you?" I huffed. "Alhamdulillah, fine too" He said and thus continued. "I called you yesterday but it..." "Yes, I just saw your missed calls recently. Sorry, I slept off yesterday so early" I said. "No problem, I also thought of that" He said. "Okay, so...?" I hesitated. "Oh, actually... I wanted asking if you were aware about our meeting's postponement!" His words made me to drop down my jaw. "Which meeting? Today's meeting?!" I said. "Wait, you mean you aren't aware?" He said. "No, Yusuf!" I bellowed. "Hmm" He heaved a sigh and continued. "I was told by my uncle that your parents are traveling overseas today, hence no meeting" Traveling verseas? Funny! But wait a minute, no meeting? And how could that even be possible? We've been waiting for this day for long! "Did my parents told him all that?" I asked hoping that none of the news was positive. "Yusuf, do not poke a prank on me please!" Yes, he shouldn't! In fact, I was tensed already. "Hmm, wallahi that was what I was told by uncle Asad. It sounded weird to me as well, can you ask your parents about it?" He said. "Okay, ina zuwa" I said. "Alright babe, I love you" He said. "I love you more" I ended the call. ... Thus with my nightgown still on me and my face unwashed, I quickly headed out to my mother's room. And to say I was bewildered was an understatement, I had found her well dressed in one of her latest Ankara. And even more surprised seeing her arranging some of her belongings in two of her traveling boxes. So everything I heard was true? "Mum?" I muttered. "Fatimah?" She turned wrinkling a brow. "Where are you going to?" I queried. "Hmm!" She heaved a sigh. "You woke up earlier than I thought. Actually, both your father and I are going on a tour to Dubai" What! Did she just said tour to Dubai? "Tour?" I puzzled. "Mum, tour fa kika ce!" "Yes, and we will not come back soon!" She uttered and continued arranging her stuffs. "This is ridiculous!" I frowned my face. "Sorry Fatimah, I also didn't know about it before till yesterday in the night" She said. Ohh, so it was all my father's idea? Perhaps he made it up in order to stop my wedding date from being fixed. But why? I thought he liked our relationship? I thought he liked Yusuf? Why then this? "But mum, you know I've been waiting for today to come" I said expressing my grieve. "Is it about the meeting?" She asked. "Of course, yes!" I squealed. "It will take place if we return" She said. "And when is that?" I asked. "I already told you, not soon" She said. "Oh mum!" I whined. "What, Fatimah?" She glanced at me. And just then, I gave her a sad face. "Uhm Fatimah if you know what is best for you, allow us to go on this trip in peace. In fact, you don't need to be worried about the postponed meeting. Rather, you should be worried about Munir... your father left his company under the filthy ass boy" She said. "But why should I worry about that?" I said. "Are you asking me? Come on, it is your right and I expect you to fight over it ok?" She said. Fight over what? No! Absolutely NO! My days of fighting over the company is gone. So, if my father like he should even sell it. My husband to be has a company after all, yeah! "I can't fight over it" I muttered. "Why?" She queried. "Because dad doesn't want me to" I said. "But it's not his decision to make, it's yours. If there is anyone to takeover his company, it is you because you are his only child. Don't allow any outsider or relative to take your right away from you. I am your mother, and I know what I am saying. I believe in you, Fatimah, just like the first day I set my eyes on you. I believe I didn't give birth to a weak child, and I believe you – my child – are better than a male child, that's why Allah gifted us with you. Please Fatimah, make me proud. Fight for what is yours before we come ba..." She was saying when my father bounced in. "Raliya, have you..." He paused. "Fatimah?" I could see how surprised he was to see me. "Good Morning, dad" I muttered. "Morning!" He said, thus continued talking to my mother. "I... I hope you told her already?" "Yes, and she understands" My mother said. "Good" He huffed and smiled at me. "You've grownup after all, we don't have to go on all trips with you. So, take care of the house..." "House?" I cut in. "Why not your company?" My words made him to wrinkle a brow... "What do you mean, Fatimah?" He queried. "I mean..." I was saying when his phone rang. "Hello..." He picked the call. "Okay, we are on our way" He ended the call and turned to my mother. "It's my pilot, he said the jet is ready" "Toh, Alhaji. I am even done" She closed her boxes. "Saura kuma mayafin da zan daura!" "Hurry up then, will wait in the car" He said. "Okay" She said. Thus, he left. That moment as the preparation continued I felt like my parents were going to leave me forever. I even had some moist in my eyes. "Mum, please let me follow you" I muttered. "What?" She said putting on her veil. "Don't even start, Fatimah. I think we had already talked about it? This trip is an opportunity, you should use it in taking over our comp..." "AsSalama Alaykum" Nanny Luba intruded. "Sorry ma, I... I came to ask if you are done" "Yes I am done, you can pack them" Said my mother. "Fatimah, help her please kinji ko?" "Mum, ni dai..." I complained as she cut in. "Come on, Fatimatuu!" She shouted at me, allowing Nany Luba to take out the first box before continuing. "What is wrong with you? Are you a kid? Or am I still breastfeeding you? Your age mates are out there fighting for themselves, their rights, and so on. Some are married with kids and lot of responsibilities on their head. They don't act childish, they act in a matured way. I expect you to behave in a matured way too. Why should you follow me when I have already told you our trip is an opportunity for you? And by the way, are you telling me I can't have a private moment with my husband again?" Her words made tears to roll down my cheeks. "Cry all you can, Fatimah! You are a grownup now. It's really my fault for pampering you too much!" She said and then get hold of her second traveling box and headed towards the door. "Whenever you are done crying, you can go and check your father's room for some of his files. Go through them. You have all the time you need to read everything about his company. I will call you immediately our plane landed. I love you!" ... They left and I couldn't even say goodbye. I didn't just want them to go without me. You know, the duration was too long. A month? Also, what she said about private moment with her husband pissed me off. So I was a pest to them? A grownup can no longer stay with his parents or follow them on journeys right? Well, thank you for briefing me mum! After wiping off my tears, I switched off the appliances in her room and locked it before heading out to my room. Fuck company, I'd not check any damn thing! I said to myself, walking back to my room in anger. Hence, I performed ablution and prayed Fajr before going out to eat my breakfast in the dining. While eating what Nanny Luba served me, coffee and potato chips, I kept on thinking about what my mother had said to me. Of course she was right but why should I even waste my time proving to be someone my father didn't want me to be? He wanted a male child to inherit his company, not me. But why did I even studied Business...? Perhaps I should try what my mother said. Yes, and if it works, fine... And if it didn't, fine too! But from where should I even start? Maybe from the files she asked me to read! Thus, after breakfast I went to my father's room as instructed and searched through. I couldn't find the files until I decided to try checking the fridge-like vault in his room. I didn't know the password, but I knew my father loved my mother too much and that nearly all of his codes were her birth year. Hence, I tried the birth year and it worked. There were lot of money in one side of the vault. The other side had many files and a, Subhanallah, pistol?? What was my father doing with a gun? I wondered as I took the container of the gun and opened it. There were documents attached to it. And it was after I skimmed through them that I found composure. There was a certificate of the firearm and that of gun possession issued by the Nigeria Police Force. And a written agreement to never use the gun on people except when subjected to deadly attacks... And it seemed he hadn't used it before! •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Written by; Muhammad Abubakar (KingMoha)

*I AM ABLE* Chapter 52 Yusuf. Ever since Fatimah's parents went overseas, she had dedicated almost all her time to her Father's company. Whenever I called her, she would either tell me she's busy or wants to rest. It was a good thing, I loved hardworking but it shouldn't be too much that we wouldn't have time to be on phone together. However, I wondered what her reaction would be if she ever find out I had a daughter. Although she knew my history, she knew my past and the things I had done, so would she welcome my daughter? Well, only time would tell. But no matter what I shouldn't let her know about it yet. I should let us get married to each other first, then I can narrate everything to her. I believe everything happens for a reason, but I truly regretted ever sleeping with Aminah. My parenting relationship with her was becoming something else these days, but for the sake of our daughter I opted to tolerate even the meanest things she does. Sometimes she would go out in the afternoon and come back in the evening around magrib or Isha. I had severally visited them and met only our daughter around, and if I confront her she would say I should mind my own business. One thing I learnt was she had fallen in love with someone, or something of that nature. She used to call the person even when I was around, and they'd be talking like couples. I didn't want my cover to blow, I didn't want people to know about Farzana but Aminah was already involving third-parties into our lives. Like I stated earlier, she had really changed. But despite that I made sure I spent on her and Farzana. First, it was all my fault. If I had zipped my trouser on the day I first met her, maybe I would have been living in peace. But I allowed my libido to control me. I allowed her body to lure me. And here we were, having a kid together. If only I could return back to my past and make things right, but life doesn't work that way. Once a second is gone, there is no going back. And for every sixty seconds a minute is born, and for every sixty minutes an hour is born. And so on... "Yusuf!" A voice pulled me out of my trance. "Fatimah?" I turned looking at the person. Truth be told, I truly wasn't expecting her. What was she even doing here, wasn't she busy? Or does she have something for me? "Yes, it's me. I've been knocking since!" She lamented. "Is everything alright with you?" "Yes, actually..." I said as she walked over to me and sat on the desk in front of me. "I am okay, just thinking about you" I lied to her. I had to lie to her lest she suspect something. "About me?" She heaved a sigh. "I'm so sorry, Yusuf. Wallahi these days I am too busy ne!" "I understand dear, so how work?" I said. "Work isn't easy at all, and yours?" She said. "Not easy too!" I huffed holding her hand. "I really don't know how to go about our daily production. It's a success though, but makes our work lot more complicated these days!" "Your company?" She wrinkled a brow. "Yes, I am even tired already" I scoffed. "Hmm, sorry dear" She beamed a bit before she cleared her throat. "Actually, I am here to discuss about something with you, Yusuf" "Okay babe, ina jinki" I kissed her hardel. "Alright..." She huffed and continued. "I... I need your help in taking over my father's company from Munir. Can you help me?" "Your dad left him in charge, right?" I said. "Yes, yes" She nodded her head. "Help me" "Hmm, okay but how?" I wrinkled a brow. That moment, she smiled... "Thanks for asking. I want you to give me those fire evidences against him" She said. Wait a minute, what did she just said? So she haven't forgotten about that? "Hmmmm" I heaved a sigh. "Please!" She whined. "But Fatimah wont that costs Munir his job? You know he's married and has kids" I said. "Don't worry about that" She beamed. "Alright, I will bring them to you tomorrow. But at home or at work?" I wrinkled a brow. "Home, and please in the morning. We can have breakfast together" She blinked twice. "Hmm, okay babe" I kissed her hand again. Thus we spent an hour together poking fun, chitchating... etc before she eventually left. •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Written by; Muhammad Abubakar (KingMoha)

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Yusuf Dolari, your past sin led to the death of your parents now you want history to repeat itself by ignoring Adnan's nightmare.. How do you think Fatimah will feel after betraying her again?

Everyone has a monster in them they may or may never meet, fatimah's momma has woken the monster in fatimah, ride on sir

Next pls...

I guess Fatima wants to blackmail Munir, any which way, I support her. And to Yusuf, getting married b4 telling her ur secret isn't a good foundation for marriage ó. I believe the writer understands better just as we are all stories in the eyes of God

Yusuf, that secret u are keeping will cost u ur relationship wt Fatimah

Hmm, cum and kwantinue d story na, plz

Continue this story... it's been a while

Chapter 53 Fatimah When few weeks ago my parents traveled, I had read a lot about our company. From the beginning to the end, and the problems we faced with rivals like DAF Limited, Yargote, and so on. It was educative, and I'd enjoyed every bit of the files. In few days time, I was done already. Hence, I started checking the affairs of the company starting from down straight to the top. Everyday I would spend hours walking from unit to unit. However, Munir didn't know what I was planning. I didn't confront him and he never cared to confront me either. He probably thought I would never dare plan what I was already plotting against him but only time will tell. The situation of our company wasn't good, especially when it comes to production. It seemed as if we were already falling apart. Many machines weren't even working and some were on the verge of malfunctioning. And when I meet the chief engineer, all the responses he gave me didn't make sense. In fact he was trembling, and seemed scared. Thus, I decided to ask one of the labourers. And when I did, he requested for a privacy with me after which he told me everything concerning the corruption of the engineers, they hardly service the engines and service allowances are given to all of them weekly . It was unfortunate, how my father and his board members didn't know about it. Why waste time in office enjoying air–condition and not check the affairs of the company? A lot had to be addressed and tackled, else there would be no Bulama Cooperation in years to come. All the studies I conducted proved my father's incompatibility, he had failed to address the important issues thus allowing some of the senior staff to engage into looting and other acts of misconduct. I thought Munir would address some of the issues but he didn't too. Hence, I prepared myself to replace him as soon as possible. Replacing Munir would not be as easy as it might seemed to be. So I decided to use our burnt down factory evidences against him. Alhamdulillah, Yusuf still had the file with him. Thus, he came to our house today and handed them to me after which we had ate breakfast together. "Goodluck" He had said. "Thanks, Yusuf" I had replied while smiling. And after he left, I fully prepared myself to confront Munir. I had also prayed for God's assistance before finally driving out to our head office with my father's gun in my bag incase he tries anything selfish. I wished to have a private talk with him but when I was told he was in the conference room with all our board members, something told me to confront him in there. "AsSalama Alaykum" I entered the room. He didn't obviously seem to be surprised seeing me, but his eyes were glued on the files I'd embraced on my chest. "Wa'alaykumus Salam..." Some of the board members said, while some remained silent. "I am sorry for the interruption!" I said as I walked over to an empty chair and sat in it. "Continue please, Mr Ayodeji!" Munir said, completely ignoring my presence. He was folding his two arms across his chest while sitting majestically in the CEO swivel chair. "Okay sir," Mr Ayodeji cleared his throat as always and continued. "The cooperation is gradually crumbling, we need to layoff like 100 to 200 staff members as soon as poss..." "Lay what?" I bewilderedly chimed. "Layoff some staff" The man repeated. "No, our problem isn't from the number of staff members we have. Our problem lies confidently on those looting our money. If nothing is done about them, even if we do what you are proposing it will not change anything..." I said as Munir quickly cut in. "And what's your suggestion?" He queried, and that made me to beam in satisfaction. "I want you to step down for me to do the needed things" I said and thus he giggled. The board members however stared at me, they must be lost in the pool of puzzlement. "Fatimah, please go back home and sleep..." Munir sarcastically said, laughing out loud. I did not say anything to him, I only pushed the file I brought with me straight to him. I knew it would definitely puzzle him to find out I knew his secrets. He went through the file, saw his pictures and shots with Jasraa, and many more things that could nail him! "This doesn't make sense" He said sweating. "Right? Well, do you remember this pen?" I smiled, showing him Jasraa's favourite pen. "What about it?" He frowned his face. "It is a bug, it holds almost all the dialogues you had with Jas..." I uttered as he intruded. "Okay, okay!" He squealed and then angrily closed the file. "Sorry please everyone, this meeting has been adjourned to next week!" "Is everything okay?" Mr Patrick queried, it seemed the board members needed a broad explanation on what was going on. They all were murmuring. "Munir, please explain..." "I have nothing to explain!" Munir shouted. "What do you mean??" Mr Ayodeji chimed. "You heard me!" Munir yelled at the man, it was obvious he was extremely angry. Hence, he took the file containing all the evidences against him about going only for me to ask him to return it to me. "No, it is mine now!" "Fine then, I will play this pen" I threatened. Thus, he pushed the file straight back to me. "Wait Munir" I said to him as soon as he was about leaving the conference room. "You are not going anywhere fa, until you stepdown!" "Okay, but first I seek privacy with you" He said, and gestured to me to follow him out. "Alright" I took the file with me and followed him out of the conference room. "Where to?" "My office" He said in a robotic way. "Hmm, okay then" I shrugged the fear in me. ... Immediately we entered his office, he locked the door and glared at me. His eyes were red, rimmed, and bloodshot. I didn't say anything to him, I'd only hugged my file tightly. "Yusuf gave you all that, right?" He calmly asked me. "Why did you asked?" I wrinkled a brow. "Just answer me" He snapped at me. "Okay, yes... it's Yusuf!" I uttered. "Nice" He said gently walking over to me. "I believe you know the danger of what you've both done and what I can do to you, Fatima?" "Hmm, beat me?" I scoffed. Highest, rape! And there would be burial if he tries it. "Just give me the file and the pen" He said. "No!" I protested. "If you don't, then I will hurt you" He said. "Please hurt me, Munir!" I yelled at him. And by the look in his face, he was scared. "Why, Fatimah?" He asked. "I know I did so many evils in the past, but I am... no longer that person anymore. If you expose me, my family and I would suffer for it, you know!" Wow, what did he just said? Well, I never knew he could be this pathetic. "I ain't exposing you, just step down" I said. "Okay, I will stepdown but you will give me that file first" He uttered looking desperate. Trick, huh? Well, I will not fall for his trick. "I will never give it to you, Munir" I uttered. "Well then, lets do it the hard way" He said and walked over to his desk. "Here are the transition papers..." He took some files and began going through them. "Bismillah!" He sighed as he wrote and signed over them. I thought he was playing with my senses but then I found out the form was truly genuine. "Your turn, fill the form and then that's all" Wow, so easy? Nice! I said to myself. "Okay, shift from the desk!" I ordered him. "Alright" He uttered and moved backward. "Good!" I said as I walked over to the desk. Before I could start filling the form, he took the jug on his desk and smashed it on my head. The next thing I saw was his shadow leaving the office with my file, perhaps he would burn all the evidences against him! ... Later on, I woke up and found him sitting comfortably on his desk. "I didn't rape you" Was the first words he uttered to me. "But I burnt that file, and even that Jasraa's pen!" My head hurts a bit so I touched it to see if there was a wound... but fortunately, there wasn't any. Thanks to my headscarf. Thus I gently began running my hands across my body to make sure the impotent was right about not raping me. Well, everything was intact. So I gently took my bag and just as I was about pulling out the gun I kept there, something told me not to let my anger rule over me. Thus, I wiped the tears in my eyes. "You are suspended, go home" I said to him. "Suspended? Are you the CEO?" He laughed. "Yes, from today!" I pulled out the gun from my bag and pointed it at him. "Where is the transition form you gave me to fill earlier?" "Subhanallah!" He screamed. "Give me the form, right now!" I squealed. "Ok... okay, here it is!" He brought it out of a drawer and kept it on the desk. "Please, I'm sorry for hitting you. Don't shoot me, plea..." "Just pack your things and go!" I cut in. "Okay, I will" He said and took some of his things before eventually leaving the office. Thus, I broke down completely and cried. I really had to cry because I never expected Munir to do what he did to me. But surely, every misdeed has to be paid for. I may not still have the evidence to nail him but there would be no place for him in our company unless if I should not be the one in–charge! After having cried to my satisfaction, I took the form and filled it. Thus, I walked to the toilet in the office and then washed my face before taking the form to Nina to do the rest. She was my father's secretary, you know... It took her few minutes to do all the necessary things. The day was a traumatising one, and just after driving home to have a broad rest, Qudrah called me and fed me a bad news... "I just finished watching the news, Fatimah! Do you remember the woman we met in that eatery? The one whose child is a sickler? If I was told by someone that she's Yusuf's baby Mama I would never have agreed... Did you see how she explained everything on the tv?" ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

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Chapter 54 Yusuf Today was a terrible day for me, the entire media was flooded with Aminah's atypical interview with Wattpad Tv . She told them everything about us. However, what really hurts me more was our pictures that she'd shared with the world. Yes, the ones we all snapped during our frequent outing days. She was asked so many questions, and also about my parenting relationship with her. "Truth be told, Yusuf is a very caring man. There is no man like him when it comes to taking care of us. He loved our daughter so much, and loves spending time with her. I think his wife to be is lucky!" She had said. And when she was asked if she would ever like to marry me, she had nodded her head. "Who doesn't want good thing? I love him!" The interview lasted only for 15 minutes, it became the topic of discussion everywhere. Even in our head office, I could hear people murmuring. Soon afterwards, calls started bouncing into my phone. Same as to texts. I didn't even know what to do, hence I dialed Aminah's number. "Why, Aminah?" Was the first thing I said to her as soon as she picked. "Sorry, the world needs to know..." She said. "About us, huh? You think doing all that will make me ever marry you?" I shouted at her. "No, but at least you and the woman you're willing to marry will have trust issue from now on!" She said, and then ended the call. Even before she ended the call, there was a sign of an incoming call. It was from Adnan. Many of my friends and ex colleagues kept calling me but I could not pick their calls. I needed only one thing now, to be left alone. ... After almost an hour of ignoring continuous calls and texts from people, my sister called me. She was my blood, my only sibling, so I picked up. "Yusuf, is it... true?" She queried. And for unknown reason, I broke into tears. "Hey, stop crying. You're a man fa, kaji koh?" "It... it was all a mistake" I said amidst sob. "No, no please... it's the best dai" She uttered. "It's the best and I am happy for you, Yusuf!" "Happy for me?" I puzzled. "Yes, you are lucky. How I wish it's me. You know I'm still battling to conceive" She said. "I am sorry" I sniffed. "You don't have to, just keep praying for me and my husband. And always thank Allah , even if your life is in deep mess..." She said. Her words put a smile on my face. And after the call, I decided to call Fatimah. But unfortunately, she refused to pick. Thus, something told me to just text her a message. "I am sorry my love, I know you've also seen the mess I created. I swear, if I knew I would make Aminah pregnant then I would not have slept with her. But everything came very fast, and I ended up being scared to tell anyone. Believe me, I had no intention on keeping the secret with me forever, I wanted revealing it after our wedding. But Allah has done what's best. What happened between Aminah and I was something of the past, it'd happened on your orientation day. And you know how bad I was as of then. Fatimah I am very sorry, I love you and you alone. Please don't turn your back on me, you know who I am and you know my past before you accepted me. So please Fatimah, find a place in your heart to forgive me dan Allah!" I sighed in relief after sending her the text, even though she didn't reply me back. She needed some time alone to heal, you know? Ya Allah, please help me. I prayed. ... After having found composure, I decided to prepare for home. I called my secretary, he came and I gave him some of my unfinished works. "You know what to do" I headed out. The way he had looked at me, it was so clear the news had reached him too but do I care? I took the elevator, straight down floor and then walked out of the building with almost all the staff members looking at me... They should better mind their business."Sir, sir!" The media people rushed over to me. I was surprised, actually, and who let them in ...? I could not complete my thought when I saw Alhaji Abdullah by the gate talking to some other board members. No need for further enquiry, they were the ones that let them in, period! Perhaps they want me to come clean. "Sir, sir... please what can you say about the recent interview by Aminah Jigawa?" One of the reporters asked while pointing me a mic. "Well, everything you heard is true. I'd also watched it, and yes Farzana is my daughter. Those that are judging me should continue, while taking note... because nobody is above the mistake I made. As for Aminah, she isn't grateful. I mean, who would impregnate the woman he doesn't love, and then carter for her needs? Some would even runaway, but here I am taking care of her and our child!" After having said all that, I was asked again. "Please sir, is... is Farzana your only child?" The question hit me so hard, it made me to heave a sigh and think deeply inside me... What if I have another child somewhere? I really had slept with women, and I mostly didn't use protection. Now I know how Evil Zina is, and I wholeheartedly regretted the things I did. Oh Ya Allah, I do not pray that I have another child somewhere else. Please, I really don't want more problem for myself. Help me please, Ya Allah. Help me please... "Sir, is she your only child?!" The reporter queried again, thus I decided to reply him. "Yes, she's the only one!" I uttered and left. As soon as I was in my car, I drove off in a very high speed until I met traffic along the road. And the moment I reached home, my uncle welcomed me warmly without even interrogating me about the interview saga. Perhaps he didn't know about it yet, or he wasn't just in the mood to talk about it yet! ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

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Welcome back it has been long

Chapter 55 Fatimah When few months ago I discovered Yusuf has a daughter, I was totally broken but what on this earth could I do? Absolutely nothing, the fact that I knew who he truly was right from the beginning before I accepted him. I should have known something like this could happen, but I was so blinded by the love I had for him. Yusuf kept sending me apology texts, and kept disturbing me with calls... but all I did was to just ignore him. He had really broke my heart and I was so scared my parents might end up breaking our ties with the Dolari family again but I was so wrong, they didn't worry about it at all. In fact, as soon as they came back from Dubai they told me to call Yusuf and his uncle. That day was the day they fixed our wedding day, and not a single word was said about the interviews. Was it a magic or something? I had kept wondering until Yusuf eventually told me he already narrated everything to them before they came back and they had understood him. That was how I ended up forgiving Yusuf, but even after that our relationship didn't return back to normal. I used to find it hard to trust him these days and I used to think there were lot more secrets he was hiding from me even after he had swore that there were no secrets. Talking about my relationship, how about the company? Well, my father wasn't impress on how I gained popularity as the new CEO. Also, he wasn't happy how I took over without even telling him but he was happy on how we had progressed so far. The first thing I did as the new CEO was to prob and suspend the staff members that were guilty of corruption, and expel those whose name appeared in the list but refused to plead guilty. Then I made sure our broken machines were fixed, and others serviced by some highly qualified engineers. It was a success, our production time became less than before. And about market, I believed the problem was certainly from our marketing department so I came up with my own way as well. I decided not to waste millions in hiring any artiste, but to appear in the advertisement by myself as the youngest CEO in Africa, and a good example to all women that we are not naive, weak... but strong, and even more agile than men. It was a 5mins ad but got nearly a billion viewers. Thus, I did another one again but this time around it was about offering job opportunities to the poor qualified Nigerians. I had really done a lot of things, and in short time the board members were impressed on how I managed to bring back our company to its peak. Everywhere, you would hear people talking about me and our company. I believe no business in this world will survive without people patronizing it, and to get that you must be a people's person and your products must be unique. We were now the number 1 paints and tiles producers in the entire country. You can hardly even hear about other companies. My father never asked me to return his CEO to him, but... his actions used to say it. Well, I would never return it back to him. He should just rest, his time is over. And if he try to force me, the whole company would crumble. Even the board members would vote against him. I believe there is time for everyone and this time is mine. As for Munir, I told my parents what exactly happened and my father said he knew Munir was bad... I was also scolded for going out with my father's gun unauthorised. ... Today was a hectic day at work, there were lot of papers for me to sign including that of staff salary. And while I was gently doing my work, my secretary phoned me. "Ma, Yusuf is here!" I had to heave a sigh first and thence adjust my veil before telling her to let him in. Thus, he walked in with a Salaam while holding a bouquet of flowers. "Good Morning" He said. "Morning!" I said, continuing with my work. "Hmm" I heard him huffed as he approached me and then kept the bouquet of flowers he came with on my desk... "How are you?" He said sitting in one of the two visitors chairs. "I am busy" I muttered, coldly. "Fatimah, are you still angry?" He said. But I didn't reply him. I only continued with my work. "Baby, look at me please" He said as he gently seized the pen I was using. "I am sorry but it would be best if we talk while looking at each other, or what do you think?" He wrinkled a brow, and all I did was to heave a sigh. Thus, he cleared his throat and continued. "Good. I know I really messed up and I am very sorry. Wallahi there are no more hidden secrets fa!" "Oh yes, and I heard you. Now give me back my pen, please Yusuf!" I said trying to get it from him. "Please now, please" I begged him. "Come and get it" He stood up from his chair while smiling evilly and moving backwards. "Don't let me call the securities" I threatened. "You are free to do that, baby" He scoffed. Hmm, now what? Stay and let him waste my time or... Stand up, follow him, and get it back? Well, I chose not to waste my time! Thus, I stood from my seat and then walked over to him. "Give me my pen!" I requested. "You want your pen?" He asked sarcastically. "Of course, yes! Please!" I squealed. "Alright, have it!" He stretched it to me. And just as I was about collecting it from him, he get hold of my hand and drew me so closer to him. "Gotcha!" He said with his hands on my back. And seeing I didn't complain, he kissed me on my forehead. "I love you, Fatimah. You are all I need, you alone baby! Without you, I don't know if I can cope with this life. I know what I did in the past was wrong but I have changed, for you and for our future kids..." I kept looking into his eyes as he kept talking, until his words started bringing tears to my face. Just then, I leaned my head on his chest. No matter what, I would always love my man! People used to say, marry the perfect man! But are there perfect men in this world? My sisters, open your eyes before you get hurt. There are no perfect men in this planet earth, just pray for the best and leave the rest to God. ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

No one is perfect...am happy that you guys are moving forward

Chapter 56 Yusuf A lot had happened in the past few months but Alhamdulillah, things were now going great. Fatimah and I have settled, and very soon we would be getting married to each other. You know, if a woman really loves a man, she would always forgive him for his sins especially if she's very understanding. As for Aminah, she had ran to her uncle's house but for the sake of the love I had for Farzanah, I began visiting them there. Her uncle was the understanding type, he had welcomed me with his two hands. Aminah thought I would hurt her that day but why should I touch her? If I touch her, it would be a shame for me... and what would our daughter say? Daddy once beat mummy? Today I was at work when Aminah's uncle called me over to his house. "Sorry, I know you're busy but this is important!" He said. "Okay sir" I said, cherishing Farzana's hair. She'd ran over to me immediately I arrived. "Good, it's about Aminah. Our family house over there in Jigawa wants her to marry so badly and Aminah have been complaining that men aren't staying, and it is because of Farzana " He said not minding the girl was present. "So, I suggest you should marry..." "No sir, I can't marry Aminah!" I intruded. "But why?" He wrinkled his brows. "Wait a minute!" I said to him as I turned to Farzana. "Sweetheart, go to mummy okay?" "No, daddy..." She said holding me tightly. "Please Farzana, I'll meet you there" I said. "But daddy I want to stay!" She whined. "Then I won't buy you candy" I said as she quickly withdrew from me and ran away. "Nice trick" Aminah's uncle said smiling. "Hmm, she loves candy you know" I said. "Okay, so... about Aminah!" He said. "Hmm!" I cleared my throat and continued. "I know why I can't marry Aminah. First our genotypes are incompatible, second I have someone already, and third I don't love her" "You don't love who?" He wrinkled a brow. "I don't love Aminah" I repeated my words. "And then you slept with her?" He asked. Just then, I heaved a sigh... "Sir, you are a man. You ought to know that love and lust are not the same . What I had for Aminah was pure lust not love" I uttered. My words seemed to have touched him... Thus, he huffed and nodded his head twice. "Alright then, I would tell them to search for someone for her over there" He said and left upstairs with displeasure written in his face. Ya Salam! I sighed as I gently pulled out my phone from my pocket and called Aminah. "I'm leaving, meet me in the parking space" "I am busy, cooking you know..." She said. "Just come, and with Farzana!" I hanged off. That was how I went outside and patiently waited for them by my car. They came out soon afterwards. And like always, Farzana asked me to open the door for her to enter which I promptly did. After all, I wanted a privacy with her mother. "Farzana, do not spoil anything in that car o!" I warned her. "I won't!" She said with her pitched voice. "Better!" I said, and then turned to Aminah with a sigh. "Your uncle told me everything" "About what?" She asked. Hence, we moved a little bit from the car. "About your suitors" I responded. "Mtsww, those idiots! They don't like a lady with a kid, and I can not lie about my child" She said folding her arms across her chest. "Lying isn't the best because even if you lie, they would eventually know the truth. You have already exposed yourself the day you went and did that interview" I said angrily. "I am sorry" She said with her face down. "Yes, you should be!" I said and continued. "You thought doing things your own way is going to help you now look at you. Aminah wallahi if not for the sake of Allah, and for Farzana, I would have punish you for what you did because you really hurt me badly!" "I am so sorry, forgive me..." She said about kneeling down when I held her shoulders, I didn't want Farzana's attention to be on us. The little girl was playing with the steering. "I have forgiven you already..." I said taking my hands off her shoulders. "I believe Allah has a reason for letting that happened, but I won't be merciful if you try it again wallahi" "I won't" She sniffed blinking off the tears in her eyes. "I promise not to ever try it again" "Good" I huffed and continued. "In case you find a suitor again someday, make sure you don't let him hurt my daughter. I wish I can take her away from you but I can't do that. I want her to get the mother care she deserve, then in the future she can make her choice" "Thank you" She said and sniffed again. "You are welcome. Please take care of her, I won't be happy if anything happens to her. She can't be my child and then not get what she want, no. Anything she needs, tell me. I would try my best, okay?" I uttered and she nodded. "Good. As for you, please don't rely fully on what I am sending you. After all It's for both you and Farzana. Find something doing since you don't want to further your education. Or you know what? Find a shop, price it and tell me the kind of business you would like to start. I would pay for the shop and then fill it up for you, okay? Just do it!" "Thank you" She said in what seemed like a whisper. Thus, she busted into tears of joy? And that caught Farzana's attention. "Hey, why the tears?" I wrinkled a brow. "Nothing" She sniffed. "I am just happy" "Hmm, okay then" I muttered. "You are kindhearted. I pray our daughter should be like you as she grow!" She said. "Ameen!" I said and turned to Farzana who stayed mute with her eyes fixed at us. "Hey, come here kiddo..." I said to her. Hence, she ran over to us and we took our last picture together. Actually, that was my last picture with Aminah. And after the picture, I bade them goodbye and gently drove back home. " Ango ka sha mai !" I was surprisingly welcomed by my sister as soon as I stepped my feet in our mansion. It was a very big surprise, actually, because... I didn't know she was coming back from Egypt today. I had to hug her, I had missed her a lot. "Don't break me please o!" She teased me. "I just missed you!" I said holding her tight. And just then, a strong hand held me and pulled me gently away from her. It was her husband, Anwar Mukhtar, thus I found my head leaning on his broad chest . "We also missed you, bro" He said in his arab accent. ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

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Chapter 57 Fatimah When I first met Yusuf, I had despised him not knowing he would someday be my husband. If I had knew, maybe I would not have despised him. Anyways, today was the day the knot was tied. A lot had happened in the past few days, I wish I could tell but let me save our time. Our wedding took place at Luxury Bay , a five star hotel in Minna. It was big and we had booked the entire hotel for all the ceremonies. People from different part of the world came to grace our wedding, and most of them were business tycoons too. Verily, many people were invited. Politicians, armed forces officials, film actors and actresses also came. Truth be told, I liked how the events were planned and everything happened so fast that today; I would be taken straight to my husband's house. It was a mix of both happiness and sadness. I was happy because I would finally be living with Yusuf, and sad because I would miss my parents. If you are married, you will know what I mean. "Tears again?" Qudrah glared at me. "Haba!" "But I am not crying!" I muttered with a sniff, not knowing what else to say to her. It wasn't really the first time I had spoiled my makeup with tears, she must be tired with me already. "Says someone in tears!" Jasmine chimed. "Please you guys should leave my sister alone o!" Said Humairah, the wife of Ahmad Jaafar . "Thanks Adda Humairah" I beamed at her, at least I had someone — so darling by my side. "You are welcome, cute sis" She beamed back. "Ohh, so you are supporting her ba?" Jasmine uttered as she wrinkled her thick dark brows. "Eh, she's supporting me din sai me?" I pouted. "Quiet, jhor!" Qudrah knocked my head. And before I could give her hand a slap, I was interrupted by a sudden sound by the door. It was Yusuf's elder sister, Jasraa. "What is this? I thought you guys have finished already fa!" "No, but almost done" Humairah replied her. "Not almost o!" Qudrah chimed in. "And also, we would have to re–do her makeup for her again because tears have blemished this one" "Abeg leave the makeup like that" Jasraa said. "But why?" Qudrah queried. "Because it is getting late, 7:30pm fa yanzu!" Jasraa said about leaving when she stopped. "Besides, we love our bride the way she is !" She smiled and left saying, "We are waiting" "This woman with her problem" Qudrah said. "No, she is right!" Humairah huffed. "After all, her face would be covered from here till she's finally in her husband's room . And I believe, Yusuf will touch her with or without makeup" "Exactly" Qudrah busted into a laughter. And so also did Jasmine, to them it was funny. But to me it was factful , something I would face! Immediately I was done getting dressed, I was taken out of my room to my mother's room. It was there I received many Nasiha from her. I really cried, and she cried too. Thus, she bade me goodbye and before I knew it, I was taken downstairs to my father in the sitting room. I had thought he would be more cool but I was wrong because his words were more hurtful. After that, I was taken to the convoy that was waiting for me outside... with people singing and clapping. I could hear securities trying to control the crowd. We kept walking until we eventually reached our car, Humairah sat by my left and Qudrah sat by my right. It was a nice arrangement, with Jasmine in the front with the driver. I so much wanted to take off the veil they covered me with but they refused to let me do that, saying only when I am in my husband's room should I do that. It was funny. I wondered what kind of tradition it was, but whatever the case might be we would reach our destination soon or wouldn't we? Indeed, we would. By the way, my parents' words kept ringing in my head. In fact, I was beginning to be scared of marriage already. How could I be able to submit to the full will of my husband? Does that mean I would have to try? Well, no problem. I would definitely try my best, after all marriage is sacrifice... as well as devotion. ... The drive to Yusuf's house was longer than I had expected, probably because of our slow drive. And just as we arrived, we all alighted and headed into the house with our escorts. I was still with my veil but I could point all the people around me judging from their voices. They kept singing and clapping until they took me upstairs to a room. "Finally!" Qudrah said with a sigh. "I'm hungry sef" She complained. Yes, and why wouldn't she be hungry? After all, she's a well-known glutton! The room seemed to be crowded with many people, all snapping pictures with me – even though my head was well covered. Thus, as the noise became much Humairah told them to excuse us, leaving the four of us. Yes, me, her, Qudrah and Jasmine. Even so, they told me not to uncover my head. And while I was patiently waiting for the right time to come, Yusuf salaamed into the room. Hence, I felt a strange beat in my heart. It had never in my life happened before. And before I knew it, Qudrah and the rest bade me... goodnight . "You people are wicked" I heard Yusuf said. "And what have we done?" Humairah asked. "You told those silly girls guarding the door not to let me in till I pay N300,000" He said. "What, no fa!" Humairah said. "Or did we?" "Yes, I told them to!" Qudrah said. And that was how they kept talking until eventually they left, thus the room became very silent. "Better open your face" Yusuf sarcastically said. "Or do you want me to do it for you?" Nay! I shook my head. I was even tired of the veil so I took it off. "Now you are talking!" He smiled taking off the babban riga he wore, leaving the inner one. Actually, he looked handsome as usual. "We should pray all our missed prayers and then eat and... you know the rest" He smiled. Well, I didn't say anything to him... I just kept looking at his handsome face. After taking off his shoes, he headed into the bathroom and performed ablution before he came out and asked me to go and do the same. Thus, I did as he said and together we prayed and ate a very delicious fried rice and chicken. Now what? I asked myself looking at him. He also looked at me as well but with a smile. And why was he always smiling at me today? "Let me take all these outside" He said as he packed the leftover of what we ate out of the room. I thought he would come back but he didn't, and when I started feeling sleepy... I took off my gown and wore my nightwear. If he comes back, he can wake me up. But God, was I even ready for this? I hadn't even done it before! I slept of thinking about a lot of things. ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

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Congratulations on your wedding

Chapter 58 Yusuf This night was the night I had been waiting for, but now I didn't even know why I was acting naively. Was it because Fatimah was already my wife or what? I mulled over as I walked downstairs with our leftover food. I didn't even finish taking the stairs when the crockery was taken from my hand by Aisha. "Go back, I will help you with this" She said. That was my niece, remember? "Thank you" I said about turning back when my phone began ringing. It was Adnan. He'd returned back home safely. We talked for 20 minutes or so before he ended the call after having told me to take it easy with Fatimah. Actually, he was very funny! Hmm, I sighed returning back upstairs. The mansion was so quiet, it seemed many people have returned back to their houses. The remaining ones however seemed to be fast asleep already, which ofcourse is good. But wait a minute, What if my wife is also fast asleep already? No, she shouldn't even be because I would never let this first night pass the two of us. I quickly ran back to our room, hoping she was still awake but then I found her in her nightgown sleeping? "Shit!" I uttered sadly. And just then, she rose her head. Wallahi, I had never been happy in my life. She was sleepy, obviously, but she had to be patient with me because I would not sleep well if I didn't get what I'd been dreaming for ever since I fell inlove with her. "Did I woke you up?" I queried, wrinkling one of my brows. "No, I couldn't sleep!" She adjusted into a sitting position. "And... I don't know why!" Hmm maybe you need me, baby... I thought. "Don't worry, you will sleep after this" I said gently walking over to her. She wasn't even scared as I thought she would be. She stayed mute, and that was how I gently placed my lips on hers and began kissing her gently. It seemed to be her first time, so I guided her. After a while, we averted for a breathe. The way she was breathing, I had to smile at her. "What??" She queried in a whispering tone. "Nothing" I said looking into her eyes. "I just love you, Fatimah. I love everything in you!" "Everything?" She wrinkled her brows. "Yes, even this..." I pressed her breast, hence she huffed. "I thought you will shout at me" "No, not anymore" She smiled a little bit. And the next thing I did was to kiss her again. Let me not use too much strong language, our first night went perfectly well and I could say Fatimah was the best of all women. I mean, I had slept with many women before but none of them tasted like Fatimah. Indeed my uncle was right, marital intimacy would forever be the best, he was absolutely right about it! May Allah forgive me for all my sins, Ameen. ... The following day, I was the last to get out of bed. Fatimah was perhaps in the bathroom, I could hear her washing something. I heaved a sigh and withdrew from the bed, just then I found out what I did to Fatimah; blood! I only smiled and then went to her in the bathroom. "Good morning" I greeted. "Morning" She sniffed, rinsing her nightwear. "Hmm, the blood is normal for a virg..." I said as she quickly cut in while lowering her gaze. "I know!" She said. She didn't seemed okay, but I was sure it was normal. Even the pain I'd caused her in the night was enough to make her act that way. "If you are done, tell me so I can take my bath and pray in time okay?" I said and she nodded. "Good!" I pecked her and left the bathroom. Minutes later, she came out all wet and then told me she's done. So I went to the bathroom and did my own. And when I came back, she had changed, prayed fajr, and had replaced the bedsheets already. Also, she had selected a cloth for me to wear which I humbly did. It was like I was a king, she went out and then brought breakfast for me. "Eat and gain more strength" She said and then went to the mirror to adorn herself. And what did she meant by ...gain more strength? Lol, if I should gain more strength wouldn't it be bad for her? ? "Qudrah and the rest, are they gone?" I asked. "No, they are downstairs" She replied slowly. Wait a minute, Why is she acting weird? I should ask her! "Fatimah, is everything okay?" I asked. "Yes, what?" She turned looking at me. Hmmm! "Sorry, I thought I hurt you... you know" I said. "Ohh" She turned back at the mirror. "You see, the thing is I... I feel bad the fact that you had used that thing on... on many women before" Her words made me to drop my food. Thus, I withdrew from the bed and walked over to her. "Are you doubting my medical result?" I asked hugging her from the back. "No!" She stared me through the mirror. "If you don't understand me just forget kawai" "Baby, I understand. And I am sorry" I said. And before I knew it, she broke into tears. I had to cuddle her, and Alhamdulillah since then she had never talked about that again. ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

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I don't understand this Fatimah, I thought she knew about Yusuf's past before agreeing to marry him, why the attitude?

Chapter 59 Fatimah 10 years later... "But mum she started it!" Abba said with his hand up about hitting his kid sister, Raliyah. They were four years apart. "Touch her and see my red eyes..." I warned him. I just didn't know why he is aggressive. Abba was 9, Raliyah was 5. "Mum, why are you always siding her?" He complained, squeezing his mouth in anger. Hmm, he was really funny. "Men are not supposed to be beating women, or have you ever seen your dad beating me?" My words made him to sigh. "I'm asking you" "No, mum" He uttered in a whispering tone. "Good, that's because it is not good!" I smiled, and then told them to off the tv and go to bed. "Goodnight, mum" They uttered respectively before going upstairs to their separate rooms. "Sweet dreams!" I had smiled at them. I was very proud to have them both. Abba resembled my father, but he was fair like his father. While Raliyah (Ummie) took almost all her things from Jasraa, also from Farzana but more beautiful due to her skin colour. Yes, she wasn't fair and wasn't dark too. She somehow took my complexion but was more light than me. God is really great. As for the baby inside me, I didn't know the person it would resemble but I hoped that it shouldn't resemble Munir. Infact none of my kids should! I truly disliked Munir more than words could ever say, though he had packed with his family to Lagos... now working with Bonny Petroleum of Nigeria (BPN) as a clerk. Wait a minute, Where is my husband? I looked around. I had been searching for him since. Could he be outside... in the compound? But it is night already, why outside then? Well, let me find out. I huffed. I was about heading out when he walked in gently with his face brimful with sadness. It seemed someone, probably our gateman had pissed him off. "Baban kids, what happened?" My words made him to heave a strange sigh. "It is Farzana" He said walking over to me. "Hmm, what did she said again?" I queried. "They are not even close to Minna" He said. Actually, Farzana was coming over. She had finished her secondary school in Jigawa and had now gotten admission into Zulu College, here in Minna. The same university both her father and I met each other some years back. "She should have taken the plane" He added. "Honey, don't worry. She will be fine!" I said. "I pray so!" He said holding my bump. "How are my twins? Or should I even say triplets?" "They are fine" I smiled encircling my hands around his neck. "And so worried about you" "Really?" He took his hands off the bump and placed them on my butts. "What do they say?" "Hmm" I sighed looking into his eyes. "They said you shouldn't worry about their sister" "And what again?" He kissed my forehead. "And that we should go to bed and..." "Have sex?" He cut me halfway. "No, just sleep" I pouted. "Impossible!" He squeezed my butts. "Okay... okay, they agreed. But only if you can carry us upstairs which I doubt so" I smirked. Verily, I had increased weight... Yes, due to my pregnancy. "Well, lets see..." He giggled and before I knew it, he had carried me up. Hence I screamed in fear lest I fall from his hands but he was very strong. Thus, he took me to our room and laid me onto our bed. "Prepare for world war 10 !" "I am ready for even 11" I said laughing hard. "Right?" He evilly wrinkled one of his brows. "Hmm, ka dai yi a hankali please" I implored. "Toh, shikenan" He smiled taking off his shirt. And the rest is history. The next day, as early as possible his phone began ringing. The phone woke us up. It was Farzana, and she had arrived... "Alright, I am coming" Yusuf said and then ended the call. I thought he would send our driver but he left the bed and began preparing. "Sai na dawo!" He pecked me just as he was done preparing. "Drive carefully, please" I said to him. "In Shaa Allah, my love" He said and left. ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

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Chapter 60 Farzana My life as the daughter of a famous tycoon in Nigeria wasn't as perfect as people thought it was. Of course I was taken cared of, but what is the point? The fact that I was born outside wedlock! It pains me to read histories on the internet about my father and his bad habit of sleeping with women. The most painful of all was how my mother refused to stay in all her marriages hoping my father would someday marry her. She had been married off twice in the past ten years but all she did was create mess that will get her divorced untimeously! She really loved my father, but he didn't love her in return though he used to spend on her like something was between them. Well I was the one in between them and I was the reason he opened her all the three grocery stores she owned in Jigawa. She used to make so much money and used to spend on me and herself. And every month, my father would send her money for my health, school fees, and so on. I was a sickler, yes... a warrior but you could hardly know because I was well taken cared of by my parents. They loved me ultimately. I had been living in Jigawa for ten years now with my mother, the only times I'd left it was during eid celebrations or if my stepmother, Fatimah Bulama gives birth. That's when my mother would send me to my father's house which of course was in Minna. I would stay there for sometime before returning back to my mother. Thanks to that tradition, I was now familiar with everyone in my father's family. Including my two cute step siblings, Abba and Raliyah (Ummie). I loved them. If you see us together, you would never know we were step siblings due to our similarity... Buzzz! Buzzz!! Buzzz!!! My phone vibrated , it was a call from... my mother. Actually, I was on my way to Minna. Zulu College had offered me admission into their school to study medicine, hence my mother insisted I must pack to my father's house and stay since the school was also in Minna. She said I should only return during semester breaks. She wanted me to be very close to my father, more than close to her. "Hello" She said as soon as I picked the call. "Hi, mum" I uttered in an exhausting tone. "Haven't you reached Minna?" She queried. "Yes, but mun kusa In Shaa Allah" I replied. "Okay, did your dad called you?" She asked. "Yes, severally. And also scolded me!" I said. My words made her to scoff... "Actually, he'd scolded me too! For letting you embark into the journey by road. He's so angry" She said. "Hmm..." I huffed and remained silent. "When would you be reaching Minna?" She said and then continued. "Zaku kai asuba?" "Eh, considering the fact it's 11pm already. Hanya ne ba kyau wallahi mummy" I said. "I know, my baby, I know..." She huffed and continued. "May Allah be with you, Ameen" "Ameen. Goodnight, mum" I said. "Goodnight, Farzana. I love you!" She said. "I love you too, mum" I terminated the call. ... The journey to Minna was exhausting, and just as we arrived at the garage I called my father. It seemed he wasn't deeply asleep as I thought he was. He picked my call after just few rings and told me to wait for him there. I patiently waited for him in the garage and hopefully, he came few minutes later with a broad smile on his face and before I knew it, he gave me a tight hug. It seemed he missed me a lot. "Don't you ever journey this far by road, I forbid you from now on!" He said as soon as we averted. Thus, I nodded my head. "Okay, dad" I said. "Good!" He said and then loaded my luggage into his car. "Lets go home" He said, hence I hopped into his car and he also did the same. While in the car, I slept off... You know, I was so exhausted. And later on, I was woke up by him. Yes, we had reached our destination! It was a very big mansion, the only mansion that was bigger than it in Minna was that of Zaki Group CEO, Ahmad Jaafar Zaki. It was also the most adorned mansion. I had only been there twice with my stepmum, she was like a sister to Ahmad's wife, Humairah. Oh, second wife I meant. I think there was Rania. "Lets go inside..." My father said leading the way. "The servants will get your luggage for you as usual" He added and I nodded at him. That was how we went into the mansion, and it was like my stepmum was waiting for me. I didn't know how I managed to resist her tight hug, she hugged me with her pregnancy and asked how I was, and about my journey... and so on. She was a very nice woman, and a very powerful figure in the entire Africa. She was known widely as one of the best CEOs in the entire continent. But as simple as she was, I had never seen her resting all day. If she did not go to work, you would see her helping the maids with their respective tasks... and most of the maids were old. I didn't just know why. "Go and pray, while we cook breakfast!" She said smiling at me. She was really beautiful. "Okay, Aunty Fatimah" I smiled back at her. "You too, go and pray" She said to my father. And that was how we headed to our rooms. My usual room was upstairs, close to Abba's room. There was Raliyah's room after mine, then Abba's room. Each of the rooms had a bathroom, and was so wide. But only mine had a TV, a DSTv, and a DVD! ... Assalamu alayna wa'ala ibadillahi sawlihin, I uttered as I gently walked into my room. It wasn't the same way I left it before, it'd been redecorated but the pictures of me and those of my mother weren't touched except that of my father, they were replaced with new ones. Next time I will go with my keys, I don't like it when people mess with my personal stuffs ! I took off my hijab, ornaments and headed to the bathroom. And after performing ablution, I walked out... and to my utmost surprise the servants had already brought my luggage to the room. I prayed fajr and thence said all my azkar before calling my mother. "Mum, Good Morning" I said as soon as she picked the call. "Morning, Farzana. Kin kai lafiya?" She said. "Yes, Alhamdulillah" I said with a sigh. "Ma Shaa Allah, get some rest!" She advised. "Alright mum, sai anjima" I uttered. "Yawwa!" She said and then ended the call. I so much wanted to rest but I was hungry, so I went through my luggage and started arranging all the things I brought with me. And while doing that, my father walked in. "Food is ready, Farzana..." He said and left. Thus, I stopped what I was doing and then followed him. Abba and Raliyah ran to me immediately I walked downstairs. The two were so lovely, we went to the dining room and ate breakfast before Bala, the driver took them to school. "How is your mother?" My father said while escorting me back to my room. Actually, I was puzzled to hear that. "I thought you don't care" I muttered. "Hmm!" He sighed as we entered my room. "Farzana, you will not understand" He said. "Then make me understand!" I said sitting onto my bed and folding my arms."Please" "Okay then..." He gently walked over to me and sat close to me. "Your mother and I are non-mahram, hence we must becareful on how we interact with each other at all cost" "Then marry her!" I snapped at him. "What?" He wrinkled his brows. "Marry my mum" I repeated. "I can't" He shook his head. "But why, dad?" I asked. "Because our... our genotypes are no match" He said looking away from me. "I am sorry" His words made me to remember who I am. A SICKLER! "But dad, she really loves you!" I muttered. "I know, my dear" He placed his arm around my shoulder. "She just have to accept the fact that we are better not married. After all, I do take care of her ko ba haka ba?" He queried. "Haka ne, daddy" I gently nodded my head. "Good, now you know why I act strange" He said. "So, don't think I don't care... kin ji ko?" "Eh" I nodded again. Thus, he embraced me. Now I understand why he didn't marry my mother, I personally wouldn't really like to have siblings with sickled cells like me but that would surely happen if he marry my mother. As a sickler , you live the life of a warrior. Yes, always battling to survive! ... My Dear Diary, People hardly understand the impact of what they do until it becomes a problem to them. If you are to ask many of the people about their genotypes especially in Nigeria, they'd tell you they don't know. Some will just guess, and all this can lead to regrets after marriage because marrying someone whose genotype does not match with yours can lead to giving birth to sicklers. You will suffer financially, and even emotionally. While your children will have to suffer different health problems all their life. Before you even start a relationship, ask your partner his or her genotype. Know it, to avoid problems that may arise one day in the future. My dream is to become a doctor, and not just a doctor but a gynecologist. I also wish to own my own hospital where I could help those that aren't blessed financially. That's all that I want from my father, I don't need his company. My siblings can better manage it than me, after all they are more healthy and strong. I believe in Abba, he's strong an no nonsense. I believe in Raliyah (Ummie) too, she loves being truthful. And only God knows who my stepmother will give birth to this time around , probably the bravest of all. Oh my lord, I can't really wait! I would have CEOs as siblings one day. Yes, the CEOs of DAF Limited ... And Bulama Cooperation ! That is if they did not merge the companies. I suggests they merge and rule them together! On my part, I should manage my own private hospital. Ya Allah, fulfill my dreams please... Ameen! ♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠ T H E E N D ♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠

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Beautiful Hope you dreams come true Farzana

I've never read any novel from a northerner, I must confessed you write well bro. Your weaving of words together to made a sensible statement is truly amazing. Keep it up man.

Nice one...