The Power Of Calmness

Chapter 45

A second chance at anything in life, a granted opportunity to right ones wrongs and do better is a deal that rarely come by us. Not everyone gets that light calling to them after the heavy dark doom they have passed through but when it does, it is placed on another level; more like a pedestal and treated like an egg. For fear that it’d crack or break, it is never tampered with.

Life has tossed Habeebah into its sphere like some canapes, dealt her a blow that was meant to fall her to the ground. She did stumble, tripped even but didn’t fall. The will to rewrite old changes and the drive to make a better livelihood for herself and her fruits, made her stance and her feet rooted to the ground.

Bukar’s presence in her existence came with a lot and it is much better as it also came with the one thing she cherished the most, protection. He was ready to do all in his power to make sure she was comfortable and happy. Ever since she said yes to him, he has never missed a chance to call her and, today was no different. But this time, there was a twist to it.

“I missed the first ring, I wasn’t close by the phone.” She said, panting.

“Are you ever close to the phone Habeebah?” He teased. This got her smiling. “Where are you? And by the way are you panting?” He asked.

“I am home and the reason I am……hold on a sec” She paused her response, reaching for a glass of water. She gulped the content at a go. “Sorry, I had to quench the thirst.” She continued sighing. “I was playing hide and seek with the girls, they are proving very difficult to find honestly.”

“You are just a bad seeker.” He stated plainly.

“Bashir!” She whined.

“What? I am just stating a harmless fact.” He replied chuckling. “More so, how did it happen that I found them? Doesn’t that spell my words right?”

“I don’t get you found them, you aren’t even here.” She said, waving him off with an eye roll.

“Which part of the house are you at?”

“I am at the dining area, why?”

“And where is everyone else?” He asked again.

“They’re at the garden.” She replied, still not taking him seriously.

“And, where are the kids you are looking for?”

“What’s up with all of these questions Bashir? I know you well enough to know you can pull any stunt.”

He heartily laughed, shaking his head as he did so. “I am at your house Habeebah.”

“Tell me another lie.”

“You don’t believe me?” He inquired, still on with the laughter.

“Of course I do not.” She confidently said, grabbing her head-tie to head to her room. 

“Alright then,” He shrugged smirking. “Hanan? Come over here dear.” He beckoned the little girl who was seated on Baba’s lap, messing with his white beards.

“Hanan what?” Habeebah scoffed. “You sure are serious with this one.”

“Yes Uncle?” She replied, giggling as she ran to meet him.

“Good girl.” He smiled, dropping to her level. Habeebah listened to the conversation from her end, bewilderment was small compared to what she felt. “Your Mami is on the phone and she wants to speak with you, please tell her where we are?” He said to her, caressing her cheek.

“Mami, we are all at the garden. Uncle Bukar is also with us, come outside.” She yelled over the phone. After doing what she was asked to, she scampered off to Baba’s corner.