Zara

Chapter 17:Beebee

Beebee's POV
I yawned before I scavenjed for my towel, I threw it to only God knows where after bathing yesterday at night, one thing about me is that I never sleep without bathing, not after my #operation pluck mango,#operation wasan kasa and so on.

Today is Thursday, meaning I'm fasting, I normally fast on Mondays and Thursdays because I learnt it from my Islamic school that deeds are shown to Allah on these days and I want them to be shown when I am fasting maybe it will cover up my troublesomeness and misconducts because I really need Allah's mercy and forgiveness, the way I beat people's children at school just because I'm the labour prefect, how I influenced Marwa, my best friend into stealing Man Buba's fish with me I know for every fish she steals, I have my own commission (sin) ,... the list keeps going, but I'm just eleven, so it's better I enjoy my childhood before I lose the opportunity.

I am indubitably stubborn but behind my stubbornness is an untold story of excruciating pain and extreme distress, I feel rejected by my family members, they never see the good side of me, only Ya Ash my brother loves me but not wholeheartedly, he too sometimes hurt me, as for Sumayya,my elder sister and my step mother, they loved me before but after I got her(my step mom) a broken leg, the story changed.They didn't hear my part of the story,thinking I did it deliberately and just judged me because I ate Banana and left the peels on the stairs not knowing that I went to pick broom to sweep the place when she slipped . Yes I love Bananas you can call me a monkey for all I care.

What keeps breaking my fragile heart is how my father beat the hell crap out of me before taking me to an Islamic scholar for 'Ru'kiyya'(Spiritual healing), he thought I was possessed by evil spirits, thank God I acted so well there, thinking I behaved? Okay I bit the scholar twenty times and caused a mini fire outbreak in his house ,I had to be dismissed. My father then decided on sending me here,his hometown to stay with my grandma, I was five then but everything is still fresh in my memory.

"Yarinyar Goggo(Goggo's girl) are you not on duty?Do quick and dress up you haven't even done any of your chores. " My grandma snapped me out of the reverie.

One thing about me is that I'm not lazy, I sweep, cook, wash dishes and clothes, all at the age of eleven without complaining, I just can stand seeing my old woman working.

"Wallahi I'm going there late and I'm going to beat any stupid brat that comes late. " I replied as I close the door to the toilet.

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I yawned for the tenth time since we arrived at the 'Mai Awara's' joint, my stomach grumbles due to hunger but that's not what was actually bugging me, I was thinking of how to persuade
Daudu to serve me the 'Awara' on credit, later on Goggo will pay him. I'm used to doing that, I actually don't like food,I'm a huge fan of junk foods, this account for my slim body, I'm as light as a feather.

I did my Iftar in Hanne's place, I was served 'Bandashe' on credit too. I headed home after I prayed Magrib in Marwa's house before I collected my own share of what we got on our way back home from school. I carried it on my head, and walked home.

Is that not Ya Ash's car I'm seeing? I pray he is the one I miss him so much, I miss my family frankly but I hate to admit, I still love them.

My heart skipped at the sight of a 'handsome' gentleman who leaned on the car, underline handsome because Binta Bukar hardly compliment people. Yes my name is Binta Bukar, my father's name is Alhaji Sunusi Abubakar but being that my grandma was still mad my father for rejecting me, she omitted his name when filling my school form,leaving her beloved late husband's own; Abubakar which she addressed as Bukar. This is why I'm called Beebee-BB my initials.

What I feel right now is hate at first sight, because of how my heart was racing at the mere sight of him, who is he? And how he was looking at me was nothing but annoying. Mtswww.