Highest ranking: #1 in #Hausa as of 27th June, 2018
: #1 in #Nigerian as of 8th August, 2018
One promise, one favour plus a broken heart brings two people from entirely different worlds together.
On one side is ordinary...
The moment you accept what troubles you’ve been given, the door will open. -Rumi OMNISCIENT <Awakening>
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The video had looped for the umpteenth time while she clutched her fingers tightly to the phone. By then she had memorized almost everything in the 45 seconds video, from the silvery details of the embellished gown to the dip on the owners cheeks, the warm big arms that welcomed her...and that smile!
Poor child, she thinks she's got it all huh? Smiling like that from ear to ear. I wouldn't blame her, how could she know that her husband belongs only to one and it isn't her.
"The way those two looked...Hmmm! What are you gonna do?" Salma cut through her train of thoughts.
'The way those two looked!' Aaargh!
"My plan is in motion."
"Let me guess, your soldier?
"The soldier will be useful soon enough," Hafsat said dropping her iPhone on the table before them.
"Hafkay, I really don't think there is hope for you two." She says matter of factly.
"Not when I am Hafsat Kassim," Hafsat says staring in to the distance.
"What exactly are you going to do? Don't tell me you are going to hire one of those Mallams."
Hafsat shoots her a glare. "God forbid I ever need a magician to help me with Ahmad! Ahmad of all people? Haba S, Do you really think I'd need to resort to that to get him? My Ahmad? Please that's insulting!"
"My sincere apologies Queen, I've forgotten your abilities but don't you think its best to move on? It looks like he is trying to do that, Why don't you try it too Haf?
"Salma I've tolerated this nonsense enough...Get the hell out of my space!"
"Fine," Salma whispered grabbing her purse and exiting the Kassim household.
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The third one...Number three...Halima....Hafsat...Both names start with a H.
The same thought ran a marathon in Rukkayya's mind as she waited in Haneefah's car. She could catch a glimpse of her sister-in-law as she stepped in to 'the cake factory', the plan was to get Aisha her favourite red velvet cake. A sight that was soon lost in the thoughts that diffused in her mind.
Haneefah had just grabbed her order and was on her way out when someone taps her shoulder lightly.
"Oh My God! Haneefah, is that you?" The lady dressed in a high low brown Ankara gown exclaimed.
