Patience

Journey to Abuja

💝 PATIENCE 💝

CHAPTER 2

I woke up the next morning and prayed, washed the dirty plates and cleaned the whole house🏡 . The birds are dancing and singing around the trees🌳 , cocks are doing their morning routine too by waking people up in the morning.
"Good morning " i greeted hajiya asma'u but looked at me and hissed. My inner thoughts 💭 (what have i and my siblings done that she hates us so much), I couldn't hold this in anymore and I summoned the courage to ask "grandma what have we done that you hate us so much but you show love to our cousins,why?"
"It is simple, you children are from the male side while they are from the female side.... usually the kids from the female side have pity on their people than the ones from the female side, that is why" .
I couldn't even blink my eyes because of how shocked i was,honestly this is nothing but pure wickedness, how can a grandma hate her grand children for just this reason, may lord have mercy.
My mother will give garri and smoked fish to my friend so that she can give it to me and my siblings to eat. Despite all these efforts our mother made, salamatu will keep running to them to cry for food, and if shes asked what we discussed she will stupidly tell it to them all just to get food in her stomach.i was pissed by that attitude of hers because i knew some day she will land us in a deep trouble, to think that i will leave musa with her worries me.

I was suppose to go to abuja this weekend to make preparations for my resumption so i need to spend most of the time i have with my younger ones. At this time i had already thought my sister how to keep up with the orange business so that they can survive while i am away. My aunt came on Friday evening and i was ready to live the next day with her, i called my younger ones together and gave them the best advice i could, i prayed for them and told them how they should live around grandma and her wicked behaviour. They slept off on my laps while i was talking and all i could do is cry 😭 with the thoughts of living them behind. It was Saturday morning, i took my bath and prayed my morning prayers and i took out my small "ghanamustgo" bag and gave salamatu some money i have saved to keep with her. My mother came to see me off and to give me lots of advices, the money she came along with to give me was given back to her by my aunt "shes going to be fine, take your money back home" she told my mother. How wicked, a mother couldn't have free access to her children. After exchanging our goodbyes,my aunt and i left for the park.At the park, there was a young man who was kind enough to pay my transportation fee, a good samaritan that i never knew and after that day i never saw him again.

After few hours.....

We got to abuja safely and took "okada" to my aunt's house in inyanya, i was directed to keep my luggage in a room which i did, i greeted my aunt's husband and the manner at which he stared at me made me feel so uncomfortable. Monday was fast approaching and she made the necessary preparation for my school 🏫 . " fati, this is my house and you have to follow my orders, you have to clean this house every morning before going to school,cook and make sure everything is in place".
" okay ma" was all i could say.

Her daughter that is called (baby) was in a boarding house at karshi abuja and her son (Abdulrahman) was also in a boarding school, except for (baago) who was being trained there was in a primary school, i was going to karo government day secondary school. I trekked to school everyday and trekked back home. Each day i come back from school i will wait outside home until she gets back from work and when she gets back i will have to run towards her to collect whatever she brings back and get into the kitchen with my uniform, cook and serve food while i am still in the kitchen and not able to change my cloth and wash my uniform for school tomorrow not to talk of eating. Honestly, I haven't even had anything to eat throughout today and am still thinking of my junior ones back home if they may have eaten too.
"Am starving, am used as a slave here" my inner thoughts 💭 was telling me. Baby came back from school during a mid-term break and we were asked to go to the market to buy few stuffs, i was in the kitchen throughout so i was unable to bath and my aunt told her daughter to go and bath and get ready while i was asked to follow her that way, dirty and scattered. On our way a big flashy car stopped by and I quickly moved aside while baby went ahead to talk to the man but he told her that he was referring to me and not her which made her angry, i nodded my head and increased my steps remembering what my mother told me.
"My daughter, as you are going to abuja please be careful and also run away from men, if you are called do not go,one touch from them and you will be pregnant...don't bring shame to me and please make me proud, may God be with you and guide you every passing day".
We got home and baby went straight ahead to tell her mother that a young man was calling me and i refused to answer him or listen to what he had to say
"Don't mind the foolish girl, shes not wise" was what she said. I hummed and left to wash the dirty cloths they kept for me at the backyard,i was cooking and washing at the same time while baby was with her mother in the sitting room watching the television. The next day i woke up early to clean the whole house and make breakfast, but as usual lazy baby was still sleeping soundly and nothing was said to her. I finished cooking and when i came out to tell her i was done with cooking i bumped into some visitors in the parlour, they seem like big people, maybe they are friends to my aunt's husband or colleagues from work.
" woow, maryamu... is this one of your daughters?".
" yes, shes my brother's daughter " she replied eying me.
"She's beautiful, would you give her to me to marry since am looking for a wife".
" Nooo, she said she already has her husband oh, one Yahaya from gboloko, foolish girl".
And they all laughed at her statement.
" is it that she didn't want them to be interested in me or she was just being wicked". I had no idea, she couldn't tel me visitors will be coming over but she her daughter to get dressed and come out anyways shes the one advertising her own child.

Later that day.....

I was sitting on the floor near the dinning when my aunt's husband (Abdullahi laga) called out to me and asked me to come and help him out in their bedroom. On entering there he locked the door.

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