When Stars Collide

Kunun Madara

Heyo guys, how are you all doing? So no one saw me or asked of me after my absence of almost a week? Anyways, I have written this for your reading pleasure, please vote and comment.

"Wallah, I'm broke."

Hibba swooned with an unhappy pout and Chichi laughed, she stretched over and patted Hibba's scarf covered head.

The rules of Noor PR were, wear whatever, as long as you're properly attired, no concerns of what and how you wore it, so today while Chichi wore a black, knee length dungaree and a white long sleeved top, Hibba stepped all out in her white and blue patterned atampa, she wrapped a blue veil around her, gold earrings sat at her ears and a thin gold necklace occupied her throat, it was Thursday after all, the beginning of a weekend.

"Lemme help you, I'll buy you lunch." Hibba sent Chichi a grateful look. She had bought a very expensive coffee maker and juicer that peeled oranges and other fruits before squeezing and juicing them, they would cut down her work a great deal but it was way above her budget, so she had scraped every single Kobo she had to rub together to get them.

"Abeg, buy me Jollof rice from that buka behind the Abubakar building, add fried beef and moimoi or coleslaw and plantains." Chichi's eyes widened as Hibba stated her choices, but she still diligently picked up a pen and wrote on legal paper Hibba's order.

Habiba's arrival cut short the question Chichi was about to ask Hibba about how much rice should be bought. Habiba was panicking because their picky Kano client was around again.

"What does he want this time?" Habiba found a seat and allowed the only fan in the room to blow her some cold air. Hibba got up with a chuckle and adjusted the fan in her direction, their office air-conditioner had broken down the previous day and a fan had been brought in immediately to take the job of cooling the room.

"He says he wants an Arabic Expresso. Isn't that madness? We do not run a coffee shop here!" Habiba furiously stated. She rolled her eyes and asked if Hibba could help out. Hibba chuckled, calm in the face of Habiba's panicking.

"Let's go and make it. Chichi please buy my food okay?" Chichi waved her away and continued to type, their break was in about ten minutes, Hibba reckoned she would not meet Chichi when she returned.

A few minutes later, she was done, she set the two cups out and allowed Habiba to take it away, returning to her office to rest, though she didn't have a presentation nor heavy work that week, her busniess gave her much to worry about. Especially since she just bought such expensive equipment.

The food came and they took their food to the office kitchen, warmed it in the microwave and began to eat slowly while talking about the various candidates their firm was representing and how electable they were.

"This Kano man sef, even if he's picky, I heard my uncle say that he's very much popular in both the city and the inner surbubs. That's like the a good point, and he has good plans." Chichi's side eye glance was her only reply to Hibba's statement, the supposed good plans were the ones they had helped to write out after good studies on the needs of Kano.

"You're talking as though you don't know Nigerian politicians, from north to south, east to west, they're all the same. Roads stay the same way they met it, hospitals stay the same way. Everyone is lying to get into office, isn't that what is going on?" Hibba sighed, but nodded in agreement. It was the fact about Nigeria, only a few people did the very job they were elected to do. Only a select few.

"Away from that depressing topic, how's my baby?" Hibba's lips and cheeks widened into beautiful smile before she wiggled her brows at Chichi. "Your baby is already crawling, she began just the other day. She's already dipping her hands into everything and everywhere. I can't even keep up with her." Chichi laughed out loud, Ummi would pull on the hair of anyone who carried her from as soon as she could pull anything.