UNEDITED.
•MUNAH TAFIDA
Miami, Florida.
January, 2020.
Misery; all I've known since I found out Aslam is getting married. My Aslam... it hurts so bad.
The most painful part is me finding out just now while everything was happening right under my nose. Why didn't I find out sooner? Why didn't I call Mummy or Nabeela? They would've told me. Nevertheless, fuck my life.
Well I know for a fact whatsoever the so-called girl is definitely some low budget babe, that's if she's not a gold digger even, or she probably just wants to have a child with him. I mean who wouldn't want their son being a scion of the Shettimas, she's probably one of the many Abuja girls that chase rich men to have a child with them, just to secure the trust funds for their child and benefit from it by extension. I am sure she learnt Aslam wasn't one she could hook up with and decide to charm him into a marriage.
I could not and still cannot believe Aslam though, I mean what do I lack? What does he want in a woman that I lack? Is he blind? doesn't he see how gorgeously beautiful I am? my perfectly structured body every man wants, he has no idea how many of them out there are dying to have me, I got it all, I know I am that bitch. It sucks that I have no idea where I have gone wrong with him.
At some point, I honestly thought maybe he was gay because there's no way a straight guy would not want me, on a serious note though, but I meannn...he's getting married to a woman not a man, sooo...
Everyone thought we were a cute couple but fucking no, he had to fuck it up.
I was off social media for a while, focusing on myself, pampering myself ,minding my business and trying to put together my thesis- I can't afford to disappoint Daddy again, only for me to see posts of their wedding invitation up and down my Instagram timeline and explore with some wack hashtag the bloggers had probably come up with.
I thought it was a joke at first, it wasn't the first time the bloggers would ship someone once they saw them with a friend of the opposite gender so I didn't let that get to me.
Unbelievably for me to see Yasmine's and his other siblings' stories flooding with their pre wedding pictures the next day on Whatsapp.
As funny as it may sound, I could not get a hold of myself. The next thing I did was dump my phone into the cup of hot coffee I was sipping, immediately regretting my action but still letting it soak the once delicious coffee, it deserved it.
Another pile of anger rose in me, making me throw the cup and every other breakable thing in my sight, scattering the whole living room, heaving like I had done an extreme sport. Well yes, I cried on the floor too sobbing pathetically then crawled to my coffee instilled and now broken phone and quickly pulled out an earring from my ear and removed the sim card praying it still worked then sashayed to my room, I aggressively pulled out all the nightstand drawers in search for my old iPhone X. I am no wimp but the thought of Aslam with another woman burns my heart to the core.
Well, I cried myself to sleep too with a clogged nose and smeared face and it still wasn't the end of it, only to be woken up by my phone. It was no other than Hadiza Maiyaki, my so called friend, not really a friend though but more than an acquaintance.
I try to avoid her because I know her intentions with me and she was reported a gold digger, little does it matter though, no be partying and having fun?
I hissed then sat up, holding my throbbing head.
I grumpily answered "What is it?"
"Munahhh! I've been trying to reach you, wai Aslam is getting married? It's everywhere on the gram fah, heard the events are starting in 5 days, is it true? Zakije? -Are you going? I wanna tag along, is it Abuja or Maiduguri? Are you in Nigeria?..." She blabbed all in one breath.
"You must be veryyyyyy stupid!" I hissed then hung up on her.
Our so called friendship was over, I never thought she would stoop as low as calling me to hear the tea from me, what a bitch.
I spent the whole day locked up in my room, starving literally, all I ate was half of flamin hot cheetos on my nightstand and a bowl of greek yogurt when my stomach rumbled too much.
I cried so much to the extent I had a migraine and thought my tears were finished, my eyes became badly swollen and my lashes came off.
I then took a hot shower and popped 4 pills of diazepam then slumped on my room couch and slept heavily. I woke up feeling so much better but hungry as hell and with a shooting pain in my neck from the bad posture.
I got Wendy's Burgers and milkshake delivered to my apartment because it's the closest, I sat on the balcony for some fresh air and to have an escape from the chaos that my apartment has now become and ate then regained my energy but my mood was still low.
I scrolled through Instagram, just to come across another shocker, a blogger's post about me and Aslam being engaged back in 2017. I read through it and laughed, it was funny actually and I was impressed by their reliability, who fed them such information? It was definitely someone who knew maybe the both of us. Even though it wasn't exactly accurate, it had some truth in it.
Hadiza Maiyaki could be the source, I thought but couldn't care less. I already have more than enough on my platter.
For some reason the post had motivated me.
Immediately, I ran to my room, grabbed my laptop and booked the next flight back to Nigeria.
You Can Do It Sis...
I kept chanting to myself as I stuffed my boxes with clothes, shoes and bags not even bothering to check what I was putting in. I decided to brave myself and attend the wedding, acting unfazed and dressed to kill, better than the bride even, who messes with Thee Munah Tafida? Wrong call definitely...
A/N
Munah Tafida, ladiesssssss🤣
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