Salam guys, I have mentioned in the previous chapter that I have started a flashback.
This will continue unless I mention that it is the end of the flashback.
Before I start, what do you think of Sameer asking for Muffins? Was he looking for an excuse to talk to Aman?
Why is he so confusing?
Who are your favourite characters so far?
Please Vote and Comment! TALK TO ME, I'M LONELY :(
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The next day, mama asked me to call my cousin, Haroun so he could escort me to the local post office. He was my only friend in the village and we were about the same age. She strictly warned me about telling his parents where we were going.
On arrival to uncle Mubarak's house, I saw him seated on a bench in his compound.
"Ina wuni uncle? (Good afternoon uncle)" I said as I squatted to greet him. I felt so much disgust for him, I wanted to knock the bowl of food he was eating out of his hands.
"Me kuma uncle? (What is uncle again?) I thought I told you to call me kawu? Bana son kaudi! (uncle? I don't like oversabi)" he said angrily. I didn't understand why he was being like this. It meant the same thing.
"Toh kawu, yi hakuri. (Alright uncle, I am sorry. Please is Haroun in?" I said quietly.
"You should know where to find him instead of standing here asking me useless questions" Kawu Mubarak said pointing to the backyard and I hurried along.
I met Haroun eating Yam with his mother, aunty Hadiza and his two sisters, ummi and Salma.
"Ina wuni aunty (good afternoon aunty). Please I want to go to the market with Haroun" I lied.
"That is fine, come and eat first" she strictly said.
"I just ate" I lied again and sat beside Haroun, my mother warned me against collecting or eating anything from any of my uncles or their wives after what had happened.
"Where are we really going?" Haroun said to me once we were outside their gate.
"To the post office. I want to send a letter to my dad, but you can't tell anyone about this" I said almost inaudibly. I was so scared someone would overhear our conversation that I didn't even trust myself.
"Trust me." Haroun said as we headed for the post office.
On our way to the post office, I kept feeling as if we were being followed but Haroun kept reassuring me that everything was okay.
We walked for about 30 minutes before we got to the the post office and thankfully, there was only a small line when we got in.
"Hi, I'd like to post this letter to Lagos please, how long will it..." I said just about to ask the clerk when I was cut short with a sharp pain at the back of my head and I felt someone grab me.
"En banzan yara! Wannan ne kasuwan? (Stupid children! Is this the market?)" my uncle roared as he grabbed both Haroun and I.
"Erm no baba, we decided to make a stop here first" Haroun said struggling to get out of his father's grip.
"Will you shut up? Now! Pass me that letter let me see" my uncle said screaming at the clerk who did exactly as he was told.
"Oya oya! Read it right now and tell me what it says" he ordered Haroun who was now free from his grip.
