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Chapter Nine: Nabeela's Bomb

"This one is beautiful, it will fit her complexion so well."

My feet voluntarily stops and I tiptoe to a part of the stairs where I can see the main living room. Hajiya Mama and my mother are smiling over a purple lace. Hajiya fingers the material and whispers to my mother who nods in acceptance. They keep it on a pile of clothes no doubt set aside for me.

Let's burst their bubbles.

I weigh my options as I walk down the stairs, if I make my announcement today, will I be forced to marry Adeel Hassan tomorrow or will they still wait?

"Hajiya, Barka de safiya." I squat and greet my mother too. Hajiya Mama has a frown on her face, no doubt because I wasn't home when she came yesterday.

"Queen Nabeela, hope you slept well." See what I mean, I know she's mad already. Let's try to appease her before dropping the bomb.

"Haba, Hajiya Mama. I went to a wedding last night, that's why I came home late." I turn to my mother " Adeel's mother asked me to greet you."

Hajiya Mama makes a face and accepts my apology. I sit on the rug, and watch them. I decide to play the ball.

"Hajiya, whose clothes are these?" She laughs out loud and throws her head back before answering. "Yours of course."
She picks out a bright green lace material. "This is for your Kamu, I've picked the one for your Dinner over there." I nod perceptively and stand up from my place in the rug, I walk to my room get a large hijab and walk back to Baba's area. I'm about to throw my own bomb.

Let me state this: I have had a Walima, I've had a kamu and all events that makes a girl a Hausa bride when I was marrying husband number one. I will not be paraded around like a peacock only for Hajiya and my mother's pleasure. Never again.

I meet my father on a phone call. I sit on the rug and wait for him to finish. He rounds up once he sees that I'm hell bent on waiting.

"Afrah, me kike so what do you want." I want your wife and mother to stop butting into my life!!!!!. I don't say how I feel, I just ask him to please follow me to the living room. He picks his phone and tucks it into his kaftan pocket.

Normally, father would have asked me what I wanted by now but he's seen I'm not ready to spill, he walks quietly with me.

When we walk out to the living room, Hajiya and Mother have their mouths open in shock. I told you, father never leaves his living room. He waves off the woman showing off the materials and he sits on a high sofa. Shit is about to go down.

"Maama, Hajiya and Baba, I do not want any event for this wedding. Not one. All I want is for the auren to be done and I'll be conveyed to my husband's house. That's all I want."

Hajiya is the first to recover her speech and I'm trying do hard not to laugh because her face is so comical. The effort takes my breath away. "You this ungrateful child. I travelled all the way from Kano just to help plan your wedding and you refuse any events. " She shakes her head so gravely and I must say, Hajiya is an actress. Another cousin of mine is getting married in a few weeks, Hajiya could simply go plan that one, but no, everyone has to have their own say in Nabeela's life.

"So, you just want to be conveyed to your husband's house like a pauper, what are you, what do you think you are without us. What will my friends say?" Dear mother, when I was marrying that brute, I had events set out for a week straight, it was one of the reasons he hated me at first. He always called me a wastrel. So, all your friends can say all they like, I don't care.

Father looks on and finally waves his hand for some quiet. "Since Afrah has decided she wants nothing. Let us leave it at that. There's no need to force her."
Mother's eyes bulge and her hand falls to the clothes packed on the sofa

I walk to my father's side and kneel to tell him thank you and then walk away with my blue big hijab sweeping the floor. I won.

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It's Khadijah's conveyance today and I'm going to make her up by two. It's noon already and it looks like a hot day, so I take a cold shower and dress in a long sleeve cream silk blouse and a midi length pleated nude skirt. I tie a black turban around my head, slip my feet into a pair of ballet flats and walk downstairs.

I walk as silently as I can to the door but Hajiya is waiting for me there.

"Ina Zaki (where are you going)"

I let out a sigh and walk to where she's seated. She's about to give me a taste of my own medicine.

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