My life as a Fulani girl.

Chapter eleven

~~ this is who i imagine to be Ayman.

I applied the last touch of makeup which was the winged-eyeliner and stared at myself one more time in the mirror of my closet

   nothing has changed, my face oval shaped as ever was just there, my dark browinsh-greyish eyes were dull and I had bags under them.

   my body looking as tired as ever making me look slumpy and just urgh and to make things worse my school uniform was too big for me.

   mama had to buy another school uniform for me because I was getting married and the old ones were tighter and shorter on me.

   in the old one I looked presentable and nice but in this one I looked like a grand-mommy.

   I puffed and averted my gaze to the clock, my eyes widening when I saw the time.

it was past 7:30 and school starts by 8:00 and from my house to our school it takes sometime.

    I brushed my hair sharply, tied it then I made my way downstairs to my sturdy.

   I picked my pink Adidas school bag and stuffed my necessities inside. I zipped the bag and slumped it on my back making my way to the living room.

    the brightly lit dining area was looking as pretty as ever with dangling chandeliers and pictures of me on the walls.

  they were all from the day when Yasir and the rest made me a get together.

    I saw my math book and sighed while scrunching my face.

  after attending to ayman yesterday I had tried to finish the questions but alas I couldn't. They were just too hard.

   I went over to it wanting to flip it and dump it in my book but I saw the most surprising thing ever. All the problems were solved neatly and my almost finished biro was in-between the two last pages

   well when did this happen?? Did some angel came and solve it for me ??

  that angel is Ayman

A voice said from inside me

Ayman ??

Will he do something like that?

He could barely walk yesterday when I saw him? So how can he solve difficult math questions like that??

  I dumped the book inside my bag pushing the thought of ayman doing it for me at the back of my head.

right now I have to worry on who is taking me to school.

  I didn't tell ayman anything about school and I doubt he even cares.

  I've already made my mind, I'll be going with a taxi.

   a knock comes from the front door making me think maybe it was yasir or aaliyab stopping by to give me a lift.

  a big smile was on my face but when I opened the door the smile fell.

   "Ina kwana Madam(good morning madam)" a man in a navy blue over-rall uniform said.

   I looked at him confused as to why he was greeting me.

  "Master A told me to take you to school, I'm your new driver" he informed yet again when he saw me looking confused as hell

  "oh" I said.

  so Ayman did really know about school.

  "the car is outside because master A drove with me to test me. I can bring the car inside and then we can leave" the driver said

  "no no that won't be necessary, I'll enter the car outside let me just get my bag. What's your name?" I asked.

  "Shehu" He answered

I nodded and turned to go get my bag

   my stomach grumbled as I lifted my bag to my shoulder.

   I sighed remembering that I haven't had anything since Asr yesterday.

   I entered the kitchen and went over to the bowl of fruits picking an apple and then washing it

  beside the counter a silver plate was covered with another silver plate and a note was beside it.

  I opened the note and inside 'eat me' was written in perfect cursive hand writing.

   inside were two yummy looking grilled cheese sandwich. my mouth immediately watered as I took a bite.

  awww, it tasted so good.

  I finished the two quickly and kept the apple inside my bag.

   Munifa and Hanifa must have been the people who brought it.

And then it clicked in my brain, maybe they solved the math problems for me too.

  yes that was definitely them, I'll make sure to thank them when we meet later in the afternoon.

   I closed the entrance door and put it inside my pocket.

Ayman had his own keys so I didn't worry about locking him out.

   I exited the gate and in front of me was a white AMG g-class wagon.

  I almost squealed and jumped but I refrained myself. This was my favourite car, the color, the neatness, the everything.

   the interior of the car too was very wonderful. I smoothed the cars leather seats with my fingers as we entered the busy streets on abuja. All in the name of taking me to school.

AN: THOUGHTS ??