Days turned to weeks and weeks turned to month. I have been able to cope with all the ups and downs in school, made new friends and moved out of the hotel to an apartment of my own still not far from the hotel.
Mary became a very good friend of mine but with all her scary and daring looks. She was more of a boy than a girl she hardly laughs or smile. Zufaya a huge but handsome guy. Man for the ladies I called him. Those two are my family right now.
Mary was from the los Angeles while zufaya from kenya .I usually go over to zufaya's house to spend the evening. He had a sister zukerichi. What kind of name is that?!. I couldn't pronounce her name so I called her in short "richi". She didn't like it when I called her that each time I do,she squeeze her face to quivers her lips. Kenyan food tastes heavenly. Zufaya's mom would always pack dinner for me when am leaving.
" Girl!, you need to see this"zufaya said handing me over his phone.
A guy been chased by a dog!.
I laughed my lungs out.
"Mary!" I called handing her over the phone which was about to fall off from my hand.
She didn't smile or laugh she handed me back the phone.
"Bossy" zufaya said rolling his eyes. Why does he always act like a girl?.
"I heard that " she replied punching him hard on his shoulder.
Mary usually punch you when she is angry, happy, sad, and as a greeting. She literally punch you for everything.
We walked up to zufaya's house. His mom who was in her late thirties served us with hot tea and wheat bread. I hate wheat bread.
I took a sip of the tea and I'm drowning.
"Your mom is a very good cook" I said sipping more tea.
"Yes I know right" he winked.
"Ma'am,maybe you should open a restaurant, people here would like it" I said
"Yes, nice suggesting Halima"
"I will try" she added.
"Richi!" I called giving her a soft pinch on her cheeks.
"Oh God! Here she comes again" she replied rolling her eyes.
"I see the girl got some attitude in the last three days that I wasn't here"
"Noo" she shouted.
"Leave!" Zufaya shouted.
He hates her presence God knows why.
"What's wrong with you?" I asked raising my eyebrows.
"She just irritates me" he replied snaking his teeth.
"Why?" I asked.
He turned his face and continued taking his tea without answering my question. Richi ran upstairs crying. I stood up to run after her but zufaya's mom stopped me.
"I will handle it"
"Okay" I replied.
"What's wrong with you?" I asked placing my hand on his shoulder.
"Nothing" he replied giving me a smile .
"Umm, that smile there is something" I replied moving closer to him.
"Okay, fine" he replied taking a deep breath.
"She is my stepsister"
"So what!" I shouted.
"That's not all...."
"Then what is it" I asked cutting him off.
"My mom slept with another guy while she was still married to my dad"
"Oh am so sorry" I said patting him on the back.
I didn't really know what to say or do.
"Yeah"
"Okay, I have to leave now, its getting late" I said grabbing my jacket.
You can't walk in the streets of London without a jacket or something to cover you up. You would freeze to death.
It was a 15 minutes walk from zufaya's house to my apartment.
Home sweet home.
A simple but nice looking apartment with old bricks and wood, two bedrooms and bathroom and a garden.
I unlocked the door and went in took a hot shower and dressed up in my PJ. Sat for a movie and went through my books. Good night.
