Has there ever been that moment on your big day when you feel reluctant and unwilling to even partake in it? All you want to do so badly is snuggle into your pillow and just shut everyone out. Habeebah's mood came so today but, it seems Humairah wouldn't be having any of it.
“Why aren’t you ready yet!?” Humairah asked, screaming in horror at the sight before her. Habeebah groaned, rolling over in exasperation on her bed. Humairah has only been here for two days and, she has had about enough of her already. The woman was unrelenting and infuriating at the same time. She literally moved back to Baba’s just for an introduction ceremony, what would happen if it was the wedding? No, she didn't want to even ponder that lane.
Habeebah was sprawled on the comforter, still in a bathrobe. A chocolate bar sat comfortably in her mouth, her phone in hand as she lazily gazed up to her sister. “Amhiinhanyxzgl….” She said incoherently, mouth stuffed with chocolate.
“I can’t hear anything you are say!” Humairah yelled, glaring at her.
“Am I in anyway obstructing your path?” She asked, sizing up her sister with the same stance.
“Not yet but you’ll soon be. What is your problem? Why are you still this way?” She asked waving her hands about, emerging fully into the room. “In a bathrobe? Have you even taken your bath?”
“Humairah please, not today. I can’t deal with you today. And besides I am no child, I know what is to be done.”
“It doesn’t seem so to me like you do, your fiance is going to be here any moment from now. And what happens when he does? You'll begin running Helter skelter to get all dolled up?"
"You're taking this whole thing very seriously, might I add." Habeebah mentioned, getting off the bed. She intentionally went on to do so because, Humairah can be unpredictable. Seeing as she (Habeebah) was grilling her with attitudes, she may slap her into coma.
"Yes! I have to take it seriously and you should too!" Humairah affirmed, moving menacingly towards her. Just as she thought, she was now a prey. "You know me Habeebah, you know I don't like repeating myself. Get on doing what you know you ought to, the make-up artist will be here in a few minutes" She added, moving to go out.
"Wait what?" Habeebah asked, interrupting her exit. "What make-up artist? What do you need one that for?"
"I need one to wash the toilets, or possibly paint the house. Tsk!" Came her sarcastic comeback, with a glare.
Habeebah stared at her retreating form, mouth hung in bewilderment. "Where did Umma get you from!?" She hollered, wailing in annoyance.
When it is said that love can make you airheaded, know-nothing, become a lamebrain, a dummy, become a dudu just because you are all excited, jittery and antsy to meet that very love of your life; the actual one that brightens your entire universe, Bukar was never one to fancy that. Although he was married before but, this feeling of euphoria was second to none. Nothing could possibly wipe the smile off his face, nothing at all.
"I have never seen you smiled this much before." Kabir commented, rolling his eyes. "And for some reason, it's becoming unbearable to see your teeth."
"Oh c'mon Kabir! Cut my brother some slack today, will ya? He ought to be happy after all, today is his day." Kamal replied, laughing. Bukar paid them no heed, as he was so engrossed in whatever he was doing on his phone and that smile, was still there. They were riding in the same car to Habeebah’s; Kabir in front alongside Gidado, while he and Kamal took their place at the back.
The whole convoy was a sight for sore eyes, everything in itself spoke royalty. Noble men of high caliber and regal character were bedecked in traditional attires, oozing nothing but, power and class. The traditional palace musicians were so firm and determined on dishing out merriments that, even passersby stood awed by the amazing show of exceptional talent. The kakaki (a three to four metre long metal trumpet used in Hausa traditional ceremonial music), was being blared in elation. The goje (a 2-string fiddle) and the gangan (an hourglass shaped, double headed drum) were beaten to life with alluring energy. The A-lists of town were definitely in action.
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The Power Of Calmness
General Fiction"I want to become a renowned lawyer and Human Rights Activist when I do grow up." Seven year old Habeebah, happily said to her father. As time passes, we as humans tend to move closer to reality. Because, with each passing second, nothing stays stag...
