𝓜𝔂 𝓫𝓪𝓫𝔂, 𝓶𝔂 𝔀𝓲𝓯𝓮

1# NEW BEGINNINGS

THE ABUBAKR RESIDENCE,
ABOWA.
NOVEMBER, 2020

In the desolate town of Abowa, men and women were pouring out of their homes, baskets, hoes and cutlasses in hands as they walked swiftly in the direction of their farms.

The air was peaceful, and the morning was cool.

It was another perfect morning in the town of Abowa.

However, somewhere in that little town, in a ridiculously large mansion that had been unhabited for long, a scream could be heard.

"Jamilah!"

The source of the scream was a woman, shuffling around the room with one feet heeled, and the other feet bare.

Her eyes turned increasingly murderous by the second as she stared at somewhere, rather, someone, across her.

If a picture of the woman in her present state was to be leaked at that moment, the people of their country would have something to gossip about for days.

It was really a rare sight to see Mrs Safiya Abubakr, one of the top Nigerian socialites looking so out of place.

Her hair was a bird's nest, her limited edition bespoke gown ripped at the side from where she'd tripped earlier in her pursuit of the demon child across from her, and her mascara had run, giving her racoon eyes.

The object of her anger was a girl, grinning mischievously at her as she held a single blood red heel in hand, identical to the one the woman had on her left foot.

The girl was like a mirror image of Mrs Abubakr, practically made from the same mould. From her near perfectly structured face, her long, slim nose that was in that moment, scrunched up in amusement, her dark pink lips that were parted to reveal that playful grin.

This was Mrs Safiya Abubakr's daughter alright!

Jamilah Abubakr.

And while the girl looked like she fit in that room perfectly, beautifully mischievous as she stood across her seething mother, something just wasn't right with this picture.

Jamilah Abubakr wasn't meant to be alive!

"Wallahi, if you don't give me that heel right this moment, you won't eat this night" Mrs Abubakr warned, her beautiful features contorting into a dreadful expression.

"Do you know how expensive that shoe is Jamilah? Don't let me curse you!" She continued to scream.

At that moment, the door to the room opened, revealing a large, pot-bellied man. His face had appeared quite a lot on TV in recent times.

He was Jamilah's father, Senator Abubakr.

The man's expression was even uglier than his wife's as he walked into the room, irritation clear as day on his face as he eyed his disheveled wife and laughing daughter.

Unable to control his temper, and frankly, unwilling to, he glared at his wife.

"Safiya, I told you the governor is coming here today and you're playing with this your useless daughter?" He screamed in frustration.

Safiya flinched in fright, eyeing her daughter from the corner of her eyes like she was the worst thing to ever exist.

" Alhaji,...Darling, it's not what you think. Have you ever seen me playing with this foolish girl?

It was only because she snatched those heels you bought for me" The woman said, her tone lowering as she pressed against her husband, rubbing her bright red talons against his chest.