Our Stubborn Souls (Goyan Kaka!)

Chapter 1 :

#EDITED

ASLAM'S POV :
I arrived Abuja at almost 12:00pm.
The driver just dropped me off at daddy and aunty Amaryas place. I asked him to drop me there instead of our side of the mansion which was just for us, boys.
I really needed to talk to him seeing as I'm done with high school and about to go to military school.
I finished early because I skipped primary 5 and 6, and also junior secondary school class 3 and now I'm graduating form senior secondary school class 2.
I don't like to brag but, I'm a very smart and clever boy.
I've always dreamed of being part of the army, at first they didn't want to take me cuz "I'm "too young" but my uncle, Islam's father knows someone in charge and I for in.
I'll be starting soon but first I'll have to spend a the weekend at first so I could check out the camp and fill out some important stuff.

"Salamu alaikum daddy." I said before finding my way to the ground since dad was seating on the sofa.
"My son waalaikumu salam. You are back already. And all ready to go to military school tomorrow." He said with a genuine smile.
"Yes dad, that's why I came to meet you."
"So my boy, when you go to checkout the camp when will you be back?"
" in two weeks insha allah."
I decided to stay there longer than I should so I could have a little vocation for myself since I haven't really been out of the state for a while.
The only place I visit is the village to see grandma and Islam.
"Imm... well dad. I wanted to talk to you regarding Islam."
"What about her." He asked me still smiling.
"Well I think it's time for her to... ahh... return home....." I said rubbing the back of my head cuz of nervousness.

He looked at me with an agreeable expression , before nodding his head.
"Yes son, I've been thinking the same for a while now. Me and your aunt have discussed the issue, and agreed that we'll pick her up when you come back from checking out the camp." He said smiling largely at me.
I smiled and nodded.
We talked for about an hour before I decided it was time for me leave.
I told him about Islam and her mischievous deeds.
I told him about everything she did since the day I arrived till I left.
He laughed soo hard. I got up and said my salams on my way out.
"Allah ya yi Maka albarka da na (May God bless you my son)." He said before I left.
Kabeeru Ishaq, my uncle who rised me like his own and whom I call dad has been there for me ever since I can remember.
I've been able to confide in him more than I can with my own father, Jameelu ishaq.

BREIFING ABOUT THE ISHAQ FAMILY....

Kabeeru and Jameelu Ishaq are brothers who both used to work for a cement company make building block.
They both lived in a small one room apartment in the city where they make building blocks.

Their father died when they were very young so they only have their mom (Aisha).
The two brothers worked very hard to sustain their lives.
With the little money they were getting, Kabeeru (The older brother) at niteen year of age began saving his (money) from time to time. After a while, Kabeer was able to get a certain amount of money that he could use to start his own business and so he did.
After three good years, The ishaq cement company has improved. Kabeeru and his brother worked hand in hand to ensure the company reaches to the top.
A year later Jameelu fell I love with a fulani young lady (Asmau, so his brother got them married.
After building a huge Mansion , which had two sides. One for each brother, and also a smaller section made for their future male children. They asked their mom to come live with them in the city but she insisted she stays in her village where she grew up and promised to come visit all the time.
Now that Jameelu's wife is pregnant and the ishaq industries which now not only sells cement and blocks but also other different kinds of building materials, have set up in all thirty-six states and even foreign countries, Kabeeru is finally ready to get married.
After two years of marriage Kabeeru and his wife salamatu are still yet to have a kid. While his brother is already having his third.
Jameelu had his first child who was named Mustapha is now three and his second who he named after his elder brother Muhammad Kabeer who they call Aslam is now two.
Jameelu has been worried and does not look like himself anymore because he wants a child.
Seeing the state that his brother was Jameelu and his wife decided that since they are able to give birth, that Kabeeru could have Aslam.
Kabeeru took care of Aslam more than his own father would have. He cared and loved him.