Maryam's p.o.v
No no no way !!! I screamed.
"Mimi are you alright?"my mum questioned." I am watching a scary video," I replied slyly.
"You should go get ready,it's already late," mum said before slamming the door."Alright Ammi."
Hajiya Adama is my mother but we call her Ammi,she is at her early fifties.she is fair in complexion and an epitome of beauty,she has a round face with a pointed nose with an average height.she is also asthmatic.
I had my phone charging close to my reading desk,I stretched out to pick it up to get my day started whilst waiting for my dress to be ironed.
I am a Youtuber,I should have started filming by now,I thought incredibly.I picked up my camera from the shoe rag then I used my pinkies to remove the gunk from my eyes before starting filming.
"Hi guys,welcome back to my YouTube page and if you are new on my page,I am Maryam Abdulkadir and i am so glad to have you all ,so I literally just woke up and I was daydreaming about the fact that I will soon finish first semester then I thought why shouldn't I not tell you guys about the awesome thing that is about to happen in sha Allah."
"My room is very messy but I couldn't care less about it because I have someone to clean it up, i smirked at my camera."
Maryam Maryam!!,My sister is shouting my name so I will see you guys soon,I said sounding a bit irritated.
I turned off my camera and kept it on the dressing mirror before heading for a long shower.
Before heading out the restroom,I usually do my skin care routine by using some organic skincare products namely saffron skin quench and vitamin C serum.
I slipped into my flip flop before titling to my dressing room,my crimson abaya laying down neatly on the bed and the room was properly cleaned to my standards.
I was firmly rubbing my favourite cream on my body when my sister barge in on me."hey, are you okay?" I questioned calmly." I am talking to you and you are just rubbernecking me,"I began losing my cool.
Yusrah is the last born,she is 7 years old,she's chubby and spoilt.
"Ammi odu nama mum is calling you ,"she said nonchalantly. "you should learn to knock," I said seriously."okay fine I will,"she said rolling her eyes on me.
"I will deal with you later,"I said in a squeaky tone. she began crooning and left the door room ajar open.
"Yusrah come back and close my door," I yelled at her."Shebi you said you will deal with me bah",she said in a challenging manner.
I ignored her completely because I was running late,I stood up to close the window frame,I squinted at the visitor that arrived yesterday although I haven't talked to her in person then I glanced at the beautiful garden sprawls with lush colourful flowers.
I slipped into my black sneakers and took my bag off the table and went straight to the kitchen to check on my mum.
I met my sister Aisha singing loudly along with her parrot trapped in the cage."Aisha should i tell you something,"I offered.
"uhm,"she said giggling at me."your voice is raspy,do you know that?"I razzed at her looking sheepish.
Aisha is the fifth born,a good looking fulani girl and she is fourteen years old,she has an open gap teeth which is adorable.
"Ah Adda Maryam,it's not fair and atleast I can sing better than you," she replied with full confidence."oh really,by the way where is papi?" I questioned remembering I have something important to tell my father.
