Patience

Childhood

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                         CHAPTER 1

Growing up as a little girl, i could only remember how my mother would carry me in her arms and also on her back whenever i cry,how she feeds me whenever i am hungry and how my father will return home from work. In a big compound with trees 🌳 all around it,my grandma (Hajiya Asma'u) will sit on her big chair and give orders to everyone at home on how to cook,serve and even what type of plates to eat on. "Oh forgive my manners"... my name is Mrs Fatima binta Adamu, if i wasn't dead i would have been happily married with six children. Here is a little spice of my life....

Flashback.....

      "Mama...mama... was all i screamed out untill i can no-longer see my mother. I was 3years old when my grandma took me away from my mother to stay with her. I cried for a whole week because i missed my parent, this kept on happening until i was in my jss3 class. I was bearly 9years old When my sister (salamatu) was brought by my grandma on her way back from hajj that year, i was suppose to be happy but something inside me kept bringing sadness all over my face, i drew my sister closer and put her to sleep.The following day i woke-up very early cleaned the house and cooked breakfast and took my bath for school again, after school i took orange to sell around the village so that can feed my sister. Even thou i was naive i knew my grandma was only being wicked to us by not feeding us even when i do the cooking at morning, afternoon, and evening.
  I didn't want my sister to starve so hawking was the only option i had, "yes i sell oranges to survive and keep my sister alive too.

Few weeks later...

     "Help me please,stop beating me" i beg grandma but she kept beating me because i ate from the food she asked me to cook. My maternal grandma's sister (hauawa) came to my aid and took me to her house to stay for a while  i cried my eyes out until i slept that day. The next morning i sneak home 🏠 and took my bath and went to school for my examinations,after school i came home with no food to eat,as usual i took my orange and went to the road side to sell. " you know that saying.... "God never fore-sakes his children" that was what kept me moving and living everyday. One morning at around 3:30am grandma asked me to go to the stream to fetch water 💦, who am i to decline? I took the big rubber and walked to the stream, i was so scared that my soul almost left my body i got to the stream and i saw something that i have never seen before in my life, i was stiff and shocked that I couldn't move,i saw a jinn that was so tall that i couldn't see the head of it, the next thing i saw was that i was laying on my grandpa's bed feeling weak and tired. After i regained my strength my grandpa (yusuf) told me that i should be careful of what i do and i should completely dress on white every Friday until my heart asks me to stop.
  At the age of 12, my mother came to the village with my youngest brother due to an illness that refused to go, he was only a little boy yet he suffered, on this account my wicked grandma sent a lady to my father in kano to be his wife without his knowledge or my mother's knowledge, she lamented on my mother having just female babies even thou she was delivered of a boy recently.After a while  he was better but my mother never returned to kano to meet my father again. We were still staying with our grandma suffering while my mother stayed apart from us, i kept my orange business going on and whatever i gain i used it to feed my junior ones and get them clothes to wear.life hasn't been easy but i have been living, our Neighbour would always have pity on us and give us food to eat. Few months later my father asked me to come to kano to continue my education but my grandma refused to allow me go, instead she decided i should go to abuja (my aunts place) to continue my education there and that was the end of the discussion. My holiday didn't go well for me because  i was always at home with grandma doing things children of my age should not do, she would give food to my sister secretly just to get informations from her and stop her from going to school (salamatu) was naive and foolish enough to fall into her traps just because she could not bear to stay hungry. Every sallah or festival period, my father will send us new cloths but grandma would always sow it for herself and live us to wear old cloths over and over again. "Did i ever tell you what i and my siblings eat on?" Oh lord... we eat together in a spoilt plate, broken or licking, the worst is that we are not chanced to sit on the cemented  floor not to talk of the chair we sit on the ground, i mean bear ground to eat food 🥘 inside a licking plate, tell me how wicked can a person be? Indeed God is one.

         " He who has everything today, doesn't know what is installed for him tomorrow "
        ~ sawdah ~

My brother will cry out his eyes but God never sleeps and as usual. One evening while she gave us the food that i cooked in a broken plate we sat on the ground and we were about to eat, she was relaxed on her chair cursing us and i got angry and refused to eat,while i sat and watched my junior ones eat,the old woman kept cursing us,and her wicked act made her meet with an accident, a big scorpion 🦂 bit her that evening,I was happy about it.

Two days ago....
Hajiya asma'u had sent me to the farm to work and also get firewoods on my way coming back, i did not even get to eat breakfast but i had to go to the farm so that my junior ones can eat at least a square meal.
I worked for hours and got the firewoods,i tied them together and when i was about to pick them up i felt a sharp pain in my hand, i was bitten by a scorpion and i had no one to help me, i took up the firewoods and walked as fast as i could, i was feeling dizzy and weak but I couldn't stop. I walked and walked until I crossed path with my grandpa (yusuf) who helped me with the firewoods, so karma is real and thats why today she felt the same pain i had felt that day she sent me to the farm alone.
While grandpa held me into the compound i could only hear her shouts and bad words all over and before i knew it i fell unconscious.

This is the First chapter on PATIENCE, i hope you like it and enjoy reading it.
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