Yaron Mama

Episode 5

Adamu a.k.a Nino, is a 100 level computer science student with passion for many things. He is an introvert to a fault, very friendly but it was always hard for him to make friends. He can be very emotional at times but it's always short lived, what you get from a boy that attended a military school. He is the eldest son of a military man, they so much look alike. Also in his early prime, nice physique not too muscular. He also has this very nice dark chocolate skin, with dark curly hair which some people really liked about him. What do you expect he is Hausa though not all Hausa have curly hair but most of them do. His friends say his eyes depicts that he is very strict but to some extent that's true. Nino can be very strict at times his siblings at home can bear witness to that, he likes everything in order. Nino can be really quiet but when he his around people he his comfortable with, he gets wild and one thing really fun about him is, he can be really funny, sarcasm is his strong suit.

Fa'ad walks into the room very tired and had dust all over his feet and his eyelashes

'Guy, you have to move away from this area, at least get a place closer to school and has tar on the road' Fa'ad said

Nino looks at him with no iota of surprise or welcome on his face, he just turned his chair, facing his work station and then he scrolled through his blog to look at what he just posted, he was very satisfied with it. Fa'ad came behind him and stared at the screen, he started speed reading through the post because he knows he might never get the chance to read subsequent posts that might come after this. So instead, he just stared at the URL of the blog, Fa'ad kept staring at the screen. Nino remembered that Fa'ad was in the room and the room seemed unusually quiet, he swiftly turned and Fa'ad was standing behind him reading the blog, he quickly closed the lid of the laptop, his facial reaction changed quickly, he was angry.

'You are doing shakara because you know how to write small abi' Fa'ad said like someone that had been refused food but still has his pride intact.

'is the post okay to you?

A negative answer can shred him apart right now

'The post is actually good, but you didn't allow me finish it'

Nino spun on his sit and faced his laptop, he restored the laptop, then showed the blog to Fa'ad

The post...

My persona My persona
My outer self
What it depicts?It makes no sense
At-least to you
What will you think of me?If you knew
That my persona was just all a facade
I could say i am ambidextrous 
I feed you with the "right" hand
The hand u deserve
The most important things are the hardest to say
That's my motto I make my feelings incognito Saves me a lot of worthless irrelevant pain Pain that makes you question your existence My persona my persona
You just have to give it all up
You just have to give it up to me It's all a facade A brink of the slightest unimaginable thought you have about me

Nino has a lot of write up stashed on an app on his phone, he writes most times when he is bored. He loves reading short write-ups about a lot of abstract things. The post above was not in his stash he had just written it. He doesn't think of himself as a writer, he just enjoys reading whatever he gets to write.

'As it seems, you are not yet over Sadiya' Fa'ad was looking at Nino who was standing at the other end of the room pouring cereal into a ceramic bowl. He loved the bowl so much, he gets offended if anyone tried to use it, he was known for attaching too much sentiments to things.

'Don't you think you can let out what's on your mind, i mean, i am not a shrink or something but i know there is something called Writing Therapy and i think it might help you' Fa'ad said facing Nino with a serious expression on his face.