A year on Venus

50: drifting apart

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Once in the plane my mind kept thinking of the possibilities of meeting my family again.

How's the situation over there?

30 bombs in a day?

But weren't this Nigeria? The blessed land that never once experienced any bomblast? What's the president doing then? How could he let the security so unguarded? What even caused it? How did they got the guns, the bombs and everything they were using to get people? Why only a Northern state? Why just Borno?

The only thing as clear as blue sky was the fact that I couldn't get any of the answers.

I was worried about my eyes, but I was more worried about my family and the situation they could be at right now. Where could they be at? What if I get to Borno and maybe just like the people I've met in the airport my family have escaped and weren't in borno? What if they have migrated too?

Please ya Rabb ya Allah keep them safe for me! I can't afford losing my family.

The moment I got off the plane, I couldn't think of anything. My eyes were the most painful thing ever. My abdomen too. Everything was just painful.

Once I got home, I kept taking the view of the furniture and everything in the living, and they did nothing but reminds me of my mom, when she came over here and stayed. What could have happen to them? I quickly wiped away the lone tear that escaped.

My throat was so dry, but I couldn't even lift a finger from where I was lying down on the couch, I was sad. Only tears kept erupting outta my eyes. Maybe I shouldn't have come to Scotland in the first place. Maybe I shouldn't have eavesdropped on Shah Jahan's convo. If I didn't, none of this could have happen. Atleast I would have ended up in Borno or wherever but amidst family. This was just me getting to an ocean of regrets. And regrets came from none but the biggest enemy — shaytan. So I quickly recited, "Auzubillahi minash shaidanir rajim. (I seek refuge with Allah from the accursed Satan).

I got up and prayed. I had no idea when sleep overtook me while I was still lying down on the prayer mat, I felt intense cold disrupting me out from every where. I gently tried to open my eyes, but i realised I couldn't. I started crying. Perharps i've turned blind from all the cries. I slowly reached out to my eyes with my right hand. I rubbed the place and realised it was just too much mucus there. Definitely the eye pain. I had to see a doctor!

I gently placed my two hands, one above my eye and the other below it, I applied pressure and ripped it open, I did thesame for my other eye. Then I got off and checked the time. It was three at night. I got in the loo and performed ablution with a warm water, though it was warm it didn't help the situation. Because the weather was so cold. So freezing. I prayed in the parlor before walking back to the bedroom. I got in my closet and pulled out two Eskimo sweaters, one of which Adams gave me as gift. I put them on and checked my alarm once more, to see it was still on five. So I finally got down my comfy duvet and drifted to sleep.

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First thing in the morning I booked a flight to Borno. I only got the one in three days. That's the only plane available.

I decided to go to see the doctor, my eyes and the unending abdominal pain kept disturbing. I knew there's nothing he could do for me – that is, for the unending pain. That one the answer is with me. I found myself seating on the chair opposite the doctor's, as I clutched my hands and pressed them to my knees.