IN TWENTY ONE DAYS

1; UNVEILED.

ABUJA, NIGERIA.

Amani sighed for the nth time on the soft ruby cushion she's being sitting on for the past four hours. She used her ruby duster to remove the lint on her sewing machine whilst humming to 'It's You by Ali Gatie' in the background.

That week, Ali Gatie is her obsession as she changes them every week and sometimes won't do so for three weeks, that is the longest she's took though. She likes listening to soft slow songs but also a fan of rock music and the ones that have your legs moving even while sitting. And she is also a great dancer.

She has planned the amount of clothes she wants to sew that very day and she just completed them before six in the evening so she will have time for her precious daughter again. Her baby girl has being sleeping since one in the afternoon when she breastfed her. The girl loves sleeping not that she expected more from an eleven month old baby who has already started teething and throwing tantrums.

After folding the clothes and gently placing them in the white leather she usually puts her sewn clothes. She arrange them in the room by the side in a huge pecan brown cupboard made for sewn clothes before standing up and stretch out all her sour muscles. She is used to sitting for longer hours especially at nights if she is going to sew her friends clothes since they are the only ones she collect clothes from after her deadline. They can be very persistent.

She loves her profession but it is really tiring and demanding most of the times. She still likes it, it gave her joy while doing both her work and listening to music or her baby girl's laughter in the background. As she sew one, another style will pop into her head and she will immediately draw it in one of her many sketch pads stacked just before the cupboard. She even has desk and a chair with silver lantern on it and lots of pencils.

She ambled to her baby's room and open the door silently so that she won't wake her up if she is sleeping. She is taking her evening nap though she usually wakes up around six and then sleep back around eight or nine when her father gets back home and plays with her. At first, Amani thought her baby was a daddy's girl but with more time he doesn't spend in their home, she stopped being daddy's girl but still gets super duper excited when he is around and can't keep cool.

Her baby girl is stirring in her crib making her smile as she knew why she is doing that. The eleven months old girl has her wrapped around her little fingers without meaning to. She walked further to the rose pink crib and waited for her to wake up by herself whilst she stared at her like a stalker. She can't just get over the fact that that baby is her daughter. The daughter she created with her husband, it still amaze her how much Allah has in store for them. She never though she would have a daughter at that age, she thought she will need more years before it happens but then again, there is nothing you plan that won't be changed if that is not how Allah has planned it. All she could do is keep thanking Allah about that cute blessing.

"Anaan am, wake up sweetheart." She has been moving her hands for quite a long time and that means she has her diaper is wet and it is uncomfortable.

Amani is Fulani from both father and mother and she will proudly speak the language wherever she is. Her mother is from Maiduguri while her father is from Adamawa state making her Kanuri/Fulani but she didn't live hearing much of Kanuri except for Fulani which her mother and father both speak fluently. She don't get how her mother started speaking Fulani when she Kanuri, she still is great.

She grew up with her parents and brothers' speaking it to her all the time and she try understanding it since she was a baby so she didn't have much problem doing it when she grew up amidst three older brothers that like speaking in their native language making their English slightly accented but it makes ladies drool, she's seen that a lot.