Chapter 15
Zainab's POV
I walked groggily to kitchen, I just woke up from sleep and I was still not myself. I sat down and pour myself a glass of orange juice. I drank it and I was still not awake.
"Zee mama is awake!" My mother's taunting voice made me look up to see her slightly dazed. "It's just seven and you are awake, what happened?"
No wonder I'm not fully awake, it's too early for me to be awake.
"Thank God you are awake, you will help me prepare breakfast." She requested sorry I meant to say she ordered making me groan.
"Are you complaining?" She was using a dangerously low tone and I knew not to say anything stupid so I shook my head. "Good."
I was silently praying she won't ask me to prepare yam and egg sauce.
"In the freezer there's some Samosa and Spring rolls bring them out and fry them also prepare Custard." She informed me left. Now the sleep was gone from my eyes. Whatever had prompt me to wake up by seven? I still don't know.
"Mama Zee, big sister, what are you cooking?" Kaybee asked as he came to the kitchen he just came back from his morning exercise."
"You are sweaty." I told him bluntly cover my nose with one hand to let him know he's smelling.
"Eight packs issa goal." He said raising his shirt up to show his packs
"Where is Ahmad and Sadiq and the other two idiots."
"You mean Maryam and Sally?" I nodded. "They were behind me. You know I'm an abusite and we are naturally ahead."
"Please bukites are the best." I argued
"Buk is like is...."
"Buk is the best university in Nigeria argue with your ancestors not me" I dismissed. If I continue this argument we wouldn't finish
"Naturally ahead." He yelled running up the stairs.
The rest of my siblings came in later and went to perform their various morning activities while I was stuck making breakfast.
After making breakfast I went back to my room to take my bath and get ready to spend of the rest my day lazing around and doing nothing productive as usual.
I wore a grey top and my faded blue Jean. I was prepared to eat, relax and watch movies till night comes.
Unfortunately for me I have some certain people in my life who doesn't want me to relax and lazy around. My mother just had to send me to her friend, Mama kauthar house.
I have nothing against Mama Kauthar because she's a nice woman in her early fifties or so. Infact I miss her daughter Kauthar who never miss a chance to throw few insulting words at me which I always have a comeback for.
Kauthar is one of the few people I actually like because she keeps everything real, and knows how to a take a joke.
"Zee Mama I want to go with you." My baby sister Maryam declared with so much authority. Truth is I need company so I don't protest. I know the reason why Maryam is going with me is because she has a huge crush on Kauthar younger brother Nasir who is age mate with Sadiq and Kaybee.
"Let me go wear my hijab." She said running to the room she share with Sally. I also went to my room pick up my blue kimono and wore it since I'm not going to be comfortable wearing only Jean and shirt. I also rolled my black scarf around my head. I felt like the scarf was suffocating me so I removed it instead of just adjusting it. That is why I always wear a long khimar no stress, now I have to look for my other sister Sally to help me roll the scarf properly.
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Lovable Zainab
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