Some decisions aren't sudden. Just like mine.
Again, I glanced over at my result on the school's notice board, where it was telling me I had to repeat the second year of my nursing degree programme because I failed a course.
I had sacrificed many n...
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Ibrahim's POV🖤
The smoke from the cigarette I held slowly dissipated as I enjoyed the peaceful moment away from my family and business.
I am staying in my flat, in Kaduna which is located in a quiet area. The balcony is full of pots filled with flowers, and I was viewing the entire cityscape from it. I enjoy being surrounded by greenery and having some time away from everything.
I leaned against the railing with a contented smile on my face.
Dip, dip, dip. The footsteps came closer and then stopped right behind me. A hand brushed gently across my back and then slowly slid down towards my chest.
As I already knew who it was, I stayed stiff.
"Baby!" Her whisper fanned against my bare neck, and she placed a quick peck on it, then she leaned in closer, but before she could try anything else, my voice made her halt.
"Take the cash in the drawer and leave," I commanded. My voice had always sounded commanding, due to my position of authority at work. But she was brave enough to continue kissing my neck, ignoring it. In one move, I doused off the cigarette in my hand and spoke in a dangerous tone, "Leave."
Her hands eventually drew away, and I heard the sound of her footsteps leaving, but not before I heard the drawer being closed.
I sighed, inhaling the serene air in the environment.
"All women want is money," I have this ideology, believing that all they're after is money. But as long as they would render me a service in exchange, it isn't a big issue.
After I stepped into my bedroom, my phone began ringing. It is my personal phone, which is separate from my work and female phones. I have three phones in total. One for work, which my assistant manages. Another one for women, which my manager handles on my behalf because I'm too busy to keep up with them and chat to them. And last is the one dedicated to my close relatives that is always with me.
I walked over to the phone and pressed my thumb down to answer it.
"Good evening, my capable son. May God continue to bless you wherever you are." came my mom's voice from the other end.
I felt my throat go dry the second I heard her voice. For a moment, I didn't answer, just listened to her voice and felt the warmth of her embrace through the airwaves. She always prays for my wellbeing, and I can't help but feel loved by that unconditional affection.
"Good evening, mother. May God continue to bless you as well," I finally responded in a soft and gentle tone. "I'm in Kaduna, but I will return tomorrow."
"I know you're in Kaduna. I just wanted to inquire about you."
She always loved checking up on me, and I appreciate it. We spoke about my day and hers for a while, laughing and sharing stories before we finally ended the call. It is always peaceful speaking to her, and I felt a warm glow inside me after we hung up.
