"Sorry dear,what the headmaster did was wrong, don't worry I will go to the school and talk to him"she try to calm me( even though she never go)
"That's my sweet aunt"this time around I said the words with ectasy and a smile was plaited on my face as if I wasn't the one crying earlier.
"Remove you uniform and meet me downstairs"
"Aunt! Who is that man"I spoke with my cute childish voice.
"He is faruq,your uncle's cousin,he graduated from secondary school this year and will be staying with us till he get admitted into University". She explained further knowing the fact that I will asked the reason he came.
"Even I will soon graduated and mom will come to my grad..right Aunt?"she already stood and reached for the door when I asked this question.
"Mom is gone forever she will never come back"(the words she always says,trying not to give me fake hope but at that time I was too young to understand that she was gone forever).she came back and perched next to my white medium mirror.
"That means I won't met her again?"I asked as tears poured down my face.
"Keep quiet baby,you will meet her in jannatul firdaus InshaAllah"she tried so hard to fight the tears that were about to fall. InshaAllah! I smiled but still tearing.
" Yeah:InshaAllah!!!Jooo you were talking about grad right?"she stopped for some seconds observing my face looking for an answer but I kept quiet staring at her's then she proceeded"you will be admitted into jss1 next week,you have Soo many years ahead(she brought the conversation of school just to make me forget about mom,she had been pampering me ever since mom die, don't want anything that will make me miss her,infact anything that will make me remember her,she hate that)
Jss1,jss2...........ss3 I counted the six classes using my fingers then proceeded, Aunt that is six years,that means I will graduate when I will be sixteen?I asked childishly.
"Yes, humairah"she said with her usual warm smile "change your cloth and meet me in the downstairs right now.her voice rosed commanding me for the second time as she reached for the door and burst out without waiting for my answer.
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The boy i admire
Teen FictionIs a story that talks about a Hausa (language speak in the northern part of Nigeria) girl who fell in love with her classmate.
