"Zahrah wake up .... wake the hell up or mummy is going to kill you"
What ?
Is uwa here already?
I stood up and realised I was in my underwear . I walk to the bathroom totally forgetting that my mum called me and that I was supposed to rush
I spent all in all:
20 minutes trying to wake up
40 minutes in the bathroom
30 minutes getting dressed
Which was : an hour 30minuets in getting ready. I was going to die but let me tell you a bit about my mother,
Elizabeth Ahmed
She is a Jamaican raised in Nigeria by a no nonsense-taking Fulani lady . She later got married to my dad .
She is nice when you do the right thing and when you do the wrong thing , you will see Satan in real life.
"Zahrah Arielle Ahmed , are you not coming down"
I ran down stairs in a danshiki crop and shorts , a turban and a little makeup.
" I'm here uwa ,kyau da safe I didn't know you came back ....."
I saw a guy and a woman who I perceive was his mother , I smiled
" good morning "
I knelt down to great both of them
The guy smiled and whispered something to his mum
"ta ne da horar da " my mum said
I laughed INSIDE of me because i knew if I laughed out , my mother's finger prints would be on my face.
"This is Jamal , your soon to be husband "
I raised an eyebrow but then dropped it , I didn't want to be disrespectful.
"You are to be married in two weeks , I decided to spare you the trauma of seeing you husband on your wedding day so he will be your 'boyfriend ' till the wedding day" she said this so sweetly she could have been saying the ingredients for kosher (her favourite meal) . Does this woman I call mother realise that I'm just 17 years old
" he has decided to take you out today so you could know each other" mum continued
" ok so let me get my handbag ,ina zuwa"
I ran upstairs , put on sandals and earrings , then left the room.
"Hey...... she small Zahrah of yesterday, is getting married "
"Bilal please Don Allah leave me be "
"Mrs Shakespeare....."
*in the car*
Jamal told me he was going to take me to the palms . I smiled and said thank you .
The ride to the palms was quite but the was music playing
Baby pana , my love for you will never die will never die, Eva Eva o baby Eva Eva baby you too sweet labaja make we dance do the lagbaja let me you to babalaja
Jamal laughed heartily, he sounded like a grown man. " why are you laughing "
He paused and looked at me
" I never knew an Americana would know the lyrics to Teckno songs "
"What do you mean , I'm still a Nigerian but heart and by blood you know "
" but an Americana in looks and speech"
" oh my gosh , Jamal don't kill me with laughter "
We both laughed and made small talk after . I learnt somethings about him like:
1. He works as a banker in Gtbank
2. He is one male child out of 6 kids
3. His favourite Nigerian artists are Falz , Wanda coal and Mr Eazi
4. He has an Ex.........(awkward )
Overall he was a really good guy .
We got back to my house at 11:30 pm with my mum standing outside the gate looking for me
" uwa yi hakuri domin kasancewa marigayi" I said
" it's okay , I knew you were in safe hands "
I hugged Jamal before he went , his hand were so soft , he body was rock hard so I knew somebody had been in the gym not once or twice.
I knew it was against my rules but could I just at least try mom's way . Maybe once?
A/n
Hey phareeydah_ asked for a longer chapter and you got this . Thanks for commenting by the way .
I need your opinion guys
Do you want Jamal's POV
Do you think Zahrah should go with her mother's rules and not her rules?
Comment, vote , read
Love you 😘
Jamilah
