Wanting Her(#1)

8(Flashback-end)

1991,early July,NYC

A year has gone by in a blur and so many minds and heart have changed,some for the good of it while some went for the latter.

Time was never still,so many inventions and recognizable development all around the world has been achieved to a noted level.

Ismail,who has changed a whole lot in just twelve months,more calm,more handsome and more reserved than he has ever been,and was half way through achieving what brought him to the city of New York.

Even in the nineties,there were people with imaginative minds who made the impossible possible,people who made the world what it is today,and the now more handsome bloke was one of them.

He took the company to another level of achievement even while doing his course overseas, he never failed amuse them or to come up with great ideas that are of benefits for him and the company,and thus,his star shined and is loved dearly by all,almost.

There is nowhere determination won't take you,so was his belief.

While his professional life went on smoothly and progressively,his personal life went helter-skelter.

The existence of zulaiha has been totally wiped out of memory lane,to him she was just someone he met while he embark on the endless journey of life,nothing more nothing less.

The broken hearted fulani lady,went through so much for his sake,despite the treatment she gets from him not being able to reciprocate her feelings,she loved him to the very end.

Sad something. Indeed.

1993,September,Abuja,Nigeria

Days flew by,months passed away, everything seems too surreal,after coming back to Nigeria, Ismail decided to settle down but nothing seems to be working out. No girl agreed to marrying him despite his wealth and looks ,they flatly reject him as he has a child bore out of wedlock.

No one would marry a man with a child especially at that period of time where judgments were passed intensifyingly.

Yes,his child,conceived through the inevitable,slothful act,a son that left nothing of his father's features,too alike for him to deny fathering him.

His worst mistake,his biggest SECRET that he will forever keep hidden but nothing hides under the moon for too long.

The previous year,he came back to Nigeria for his grandmother's funeral,he couldn't miss it for the world even though it was not a happy incident . The only person that loved him when he was rejected by his very own,his everything,her demise left him once again shattered and lonely.

He became mute and numb,he felt like a failure for not being able to fulfill her dying wish,to see his wife and a great grandchild,a family of his own was all she asked of him and he failed.

On the third day of his grandmother's mourning period,an unfamiliar aged man came to the house with a child of three years or so on his left shoulder who from all indications was asleep, joined the gathering of relatives and friends and also neighbors who were doing the zaman makoki.

The man waited patiently for the crowed to debase,most preferably meet Ismail alone,in private.

The man didn't get the chance to see the bloke alone until after magrib prayer when Ismail choose to spend the night in the mosque to pray for his dear one.

The old looking man walked into the mosque,found a place close to sit near the one he has spent months searching for,after saying his salam and offering his condolence,he proceed to the purpose of him coming to see him.