When Stars Collide

Blackberry Mojito

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PS, there's a picture of what a BB mojito looks like in the multimedia. If you'd like the link to the board I've created on Pinterest for WSC, I can send it to you via DM.

"I have a few cups of blackberry mojitos. Someone called to say that she had transferred money to me and I didn't get any news about delivery, didn't get the money either. Blackberries are so expensive. I don't have money to even buy food tomorrow morning if they don't pay." Chichi cursed the person who pranked Hibba with several years of blindness, deafness and poverty.

"Lemme post on my status, I'll ask my friends to post too. Send me pictures abeg." Hibba ended the call to take photos of the cold refreshing cup of blackberry mojito.

She felt annoyance as she took the photos, remembering how the customer had asked her quite rudely to make the very complicated and expensive drink all to leave her in the lurch. Finally, she sent it to Chichi who shared it to the status of her messaging app immediately, with a link to Hibba's own phone number.

About an hour later, she was sending the drinks off to their new owners. She looked through the Instagram page of the person who had messaged her and slapped her head at her own stupidity, the account was created just to make her miserable and it worked. She wrote a scathing three paragraph message to the person, and feeling some ease when she did so.

"Aunty, someone dropped this off for you earlier. I signed for it." Nana who had been bathing Ummi came in to drop a well enveloped letter and rushed back to  the room to continue dressing the toddler who could now walk, she was always leaving places in disarray and needed constant supervision.

The letter was handwritten and was left unsigned, Hibba took it up again and began reading.

Hello,

I hope you know by now that you're courting trouble. Salman Baanziye is not for you, he has been promised to me. Stay away from my husband!

Hibba frowned, contemplated the letter, smelt the envelope and the paper it was written on and frowned again. It was very commonplace, one of those things that could be found everywhere. So she took up her phone, took a well lit photo of the letter and sent it to both Salman and Chichi.

Chichi texted her back almost immediately asking where she was and how she got the letter, she informed Chichi and they found a series of numbers to track the letter with. Chichi took the numbers and sent it to a friend of hers that worked at the logistic company where the letter was mailed from and hit a dead end, the letter had been brought by someone who gave a fake address, fake phone number and fake email, they could not be tracked.

Hibba told herself that there was nothing to worry about and it was all a misunderstanding that would soon be sorted out. The dull ache in her head did nothing to go away, it just stayed reminding her of her shitty day. She wanted to be rid of the nagging thought that the person who had pranked her with not paying for her goods was the same one with the letter. It scared her to think that someone knew her so well, well enough to know where she lived and bold enough to send a letter there.

The door sounded with a knock and Hibba jumped. In the madness that happened after she got the letter, Ummi had come home from creche and fallen promptly asleep, only muttering her ABCs from time to time in her sleep. When Hibba reached the door, she opened it a crack and when she saw that it was Salman, she locked it back.

Salman knocked steadily for a minute before she picked up her phone and called him, "Go away. I'm trying to piece together my thoughts and I don't want to see you yet. Let's discuss after Jumaah prayers tomorrow." Salman being the gentleman that he was raised to be, told her he was waiting for her and left the door.