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Haves and Have Nots

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"I'm wrapping my hijab as we speak." Halima pulled out a pin from her collection and hooked both ends of her large veil together.

"I've found him on Instagram and I checked, he's not married." Halima cocked her head in ignorance, so she informed Summayah. Summayah clucked her tongue to the roof of her mouth before replying Halima.

"Stupid. Zain Yaya Sambo is his full name." Halima made a sound of recognition. "Sorry, I'd forgotten."

"Its fine. Where are you and Jamal going?" Halima shrugged and remembering that Summayah could see her, she said she didn't.

"He just told me to wear atampa or Ankara. I'm wearing that one your mom asked that Senegalese tailor to make for me." Summayah made a slurping sound.

"You looked hot in those clothes." Halima hissed and checked herself in the mirror again. Then she glossed her lips with pink lip gloss. She pouted playfully at the mirror before turning to pick the black bag she had chosen to wear with the material. It matched the black veil she had wrapped and pinned, and her black peep toe sandals.

"You're leaving already?" Halima looked at her mother dubiously, she and Jamal's mother were steady correspondents so, she knew where she was going.

"Yes. See you later." Her mother nodded and went back to the socks she was knitting. Halima shook her head with a smile. Her mother had knitted things for them for as long as she could remember.

At the gate, she stepped out to the cab man she had called before Summayah called her, she hailed him and sat in the back seat.

"Asokoro main." He nodded and started the car. Halima looked at her reflection in the screen of her phone and checked her teeth, her eyes and lips.

In about twenty minutes, the driver was easing into a plaza car park. Halima stepped out, paid him and looked around as he reversed to leave.

Then tapped on her speed dial and called Jamal. He picked after two rings. "You're here?" She affirmed and he asked her to stay under the awning.

She watched cars come and go in the two minutes that she waited for Jamal to come. She wondered what they'd come to do there, because there were no restaurants there, just shops.

Then he appeared in a light blue Kaftan that seemed to highlight his dark skin. Halima shielded her eyes from the sun as she watched him shamelessly. Then she lowered her eyes.

"Sorry I kept you waiting. Jariyah couldn't decide if she wanted Harry Potter or an encyclopedia. He held up the bag he was carrying.

"Jariyah is here?" He shook his head. "Via video call." Halima nodded.

"So, we're going on a double date thingy." He lifted his hand raising the bag he was carrying.

I know I should have told you in advance and I apologise, but I saw your reaction to the Baba Hassans the other day, I knew you'd cite some excuse." Then he watched Halima. He agreed within himself that he liked how she sometimes wore her emotions on her face. He knew when she was angry or not. Like now, he was sure she wanted to fry him.

"You're lucky I'm dressed properly. If not!" She brought up her hand to wag it in his direction then she dropped it when she saw what she was doing. He laughed at her.

"Its fine. I just wanted to give you a chance to be yourself." She shook her head as he led the way to his car.

"What do you like to listen to?" He asked as he drove out of the complex, at the gate, he handed the gateman a crisp thousand naira note. Halima smiled at his gesture.