A Lesson Or A Blessing.

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Believe me,I didn't expect me to update this soon, but with tests aside,school aside, and situations that require diversion of mind: y'knw what😑, writing seems to be the best option. Here's an update, to staying at home🙂.

Previously on IELB.
The story so far, is about muneenah:a young nigerian and Farouk: the blue eyed Dubain mogul, who had a 'contract'we know not of, that led to a marriage that side kept arshlee:a girlfriend to Farouk, we know of a childhood friend who muneenah thinks about quite often, not to forget her pregnant past that we know not much about, from the previous chapter though,we'd seen a public and obvious attack from this scary man related to her past who openly threatened her and she didn't mention a thing to Farouk, they are in nigeria currently for that 'all over the town' nigerian wedding of theirs. The story continues.......

(You are about to witness a realistic fiction of culture and tradition of where I hail from,I humbly welcome you to my imaginative world....)
NB: the information provided below isn't exactly accurate, so dont go researching.

Read on,

Custom,

Tradition,

Tears.

Nigeria,
Borno,Mobbar
February,2010.

Located deep in west Africa, within a country alongside the eastern coast of the gulf of Guinea and just north of the equator, lies a vast area of culture and tradition along the dry,open,grasslands of the north Savannah.

Having the special aura around, as buildings that very well signify northern nigeria scream in pride, having variety and quality buildings that are bound to generate much delight and enthusiasm in anyone who is interested in buildings and structures indeed.

The manner at which they are constructed with sheer artistry that is deployed in the effort of the dead four fathers,they reveal aspects of peoples development, their history and culture. Conditions of peoples soul.

As several cars zoomed away from the airport to their destination amongst which was muneenah's and Farouk's, muneenah couldn't help the none tearing gaze she had been spearing out of the window, Farouk on the other hand couldn't help but look at her, not ever in her life has she ever witnessed such pure culture.

Maiduguri, or kanuri culture and people can be said with no doubt to be the most respected people in the northern part of Nigeria. They value well their culture, kanuri women are distinctively superb when it comes to caring. Their hairstyle and tattoo which is known as lalle can only be termed as epic.

That only, wasn't what only caught muneenah's attention, the strange yet beautiful sounds that swerved to her ears as they approached the palace as she presumed also caught her attention, as the view got clearer, she could view rows of musicians, traditional musicians play large and small drums, tambourine and brass cymbals. The rows of men move their heads and sticks synchronously with the drum rhythm and chant poetic lyrics, while other performers move around the rows holding swords or guns, which they occasionally hurl to the sky and catch, to muneenah, that was rough play. But it amused her,

Never in her life has she witnessed such large population, the timid kids that waved as the convoy of cars passed twisted something in muneenah's chest, the old women that sat, some blind, others with sticks, some trying to peep at the reason for the huge crowd looked awful yet as their lips graced quivering smiles, she realized truly,happiness is free.

Muneenah always wondered how the kanuri culture was distinct from nigerian shua arab, but as she viewed the people around, she realized it was quite obvious, while a percentage held the dry beautiful dark skinned and large eyed personnel, others held the shiny fair skinned and radiant almond shaped eyes. The lather been the shua arab.