Today's World - Episode 6

 

I mished you all

ADAMAWA, NIGERIA.

"So? How do you like the new change around you? Lots of money and fame?" Halima asked.

Hafsah adjusted her sitting position, giving all her attention to Halimah.

"Yes, lots of money without happiness, you know__sometimes i feel very bad doing this. I hurt his feelings for just some wards of money? Halimah do you think this is right?"

"Kinga matsalata daka ba(Do you now see your problem right?). Ya ana maganar arziki kina ta tsiya? What's so bad in trying to get something before giving him his right? Biologically....it's called Symbiotic nutrition (where both organisms benefit from each other), it's same with your case miss....he's benefiting from you; and you're also benefiting from him...simple."

Hafsah heaved a sigh, brushing her palms across her face. "I don't know, it just doesn't feel right. Every time i see that hurtful look in his eyes when i ask him to pay before i give him his rights, my heart breaks all over again Halimah. Quite alright, i have lots of money now, golds, rich squad friends and many more; but do you know that am not happy? Am not happy Halimah."

"Well, cut the crap miss, if you're tired of the money and everything, then forget about the deal and let's see if his love can suffice and cover up all your needs."

"But he's always trying his best to give......"

"Oh please, please Hafsah....spare me all these riddles please. Do it, you are the one benefiting here and no one else. Ugghh! You know what, you're so annoying sometimes" with that, Halimah grabbed her handbag which was on the side table beside them and left.

Hafsah heaved a heavy sigh. This is not right...but she loves the attention she's getting, the respect and the rich aura surrounding her__but are all those worthy of her happiness? Worthy of the hurt she's making her husband go through? Worthy of her own heart ache?. Sometimes, Is'mail gets angry and sleep with his needs when she insist. But one thing wrong here is that, she also has her own needs__and from the way things are going, there's no way she's going to let him know when she's in need.

All these aren't worth your happiness dear sister. Your husband's love and respect are worth beyond anything!

*

IBADAN, NIGERIA.

Asmy (Hasamahu) stood by the road side, her apple shaped like body adorned with a skinny trouser and silk vest. The red dyed donkey hair on her head was tied in a bun and her long neck was visible, adorned with a big fashioned necklace. Her fat chubby face was caked up with heavy makeup and her two tribal marks stood proudly on her face. Our Hasamahu is now a fresh babe!

Chewing the gum in her mouth in an expert manner, Asmy looked from left to right hoping for a costumer to come her way, she needs to beat up her price limit so she can be able to go to lagos next week with Toyin Tomato.

She remembered clearly how her life changed, from a bread selling girl to a body selling girl. But who caused it? Iyawo Siyamo and Jami'u! Yes both the two will definitely pay for what they did to her when she's rich. She make sure she make Iyawo Siyamo crawl on her knees and beg for forgiveness, as for Jami'u___he'll regret ever deflowering her and getting her pregnant.

Yes, she was pregnant and had to abo-t the pregnancy before joining the business. Iyawo Siyamo sent her out packing, beating her with a stick and raining curses on her. But after abo-ting the pregnancy and getting some money, she went back and visited Iyawo Siyamo, sealing her lips with some ward of money. The game of revenge will soon start, now that Iyawo Siyamo had a rich man visiting her and claiming he wants to marry her. Thou, he was yet to meet Hasamahu, but she had already planned how their meeting will be and how she'll make him hers right under Iyawo Siyamo's nose. As for Jami'u....his will be the worst.

A car parked beside her, and Hasamahu rolled her eyes in temptation, pushing up the bra she was wearing so he can get a glimpse of what he's going to have.

"Hello beautiful" the slim slender Alaji greeted.

"Hii" Hasamahu greeted back looking at him from head toe. He's good looking quite alright, and she knows he's only after her body; else he won't even spare her a glance. He was clad in an agbada, blue agbada with dark blue stripes. On his head was a black cap, a silver wrist watch and his orbs were hidden behind dark glasses.

"So, are you done checking me out?" he asked in an amused tone.

"Ahh...eeennn....what do you want?"

"You" he replied "can we go?" He asked gesturing towards his car.

"Eehn..yes."

Okay, maybe i need this man as a husband' she mused to herself slowly.

*

ABUJA, NIGERIA.

_Open up the champagne, pop!
It's my house, come on, turn it up_

Hear a knock on the door and the night begins
'Cause we done this before so you come on in
Make yourself at my home, tell me where you been
Pour yourself something cold, baby, cheers to this_

Music blast from every corner of the house. Fatimah was dressed in a short party gown which stopped right above her knees. The party gown hugs on her body, showing off her curves and edges. Her round face caked up with make up, her legs wrapped with a long high hilled shoe. Its her birthday, and she felt like celebrating it in her parents house.

_Sometimes you gotta stay in
And you know where I live
Yeah, you know what we is
Sometimes you gotta stay in,_

"Damn! You look so hot and s-xy Tee" Kamil commented "wanna dance with me birthday girl?"

"Sure dude. Why are you acting so formal?" She replied, putting her soft hand on his before standing up from where she was sitting down with Husnah.

_Welcome to my house

Baby take control now
We can even slow down
We don't have to go out
Welcome to my house
Play that music too loud
Show me what you do now
We don't have to go out
Welcome to my house
Welcome to my house_

Kamil held her hands in his and led her to the dancing floor.

"You look so beautiful" he whispered in her ears "I can't seem to take my eyes off those curves and your beautiful face. Tee you're driving me crazy."

Fatimah put both her hands on his chest, opening few buttons from the black shirt he was clad in. "You look more yummy this way niggs."

_Morning comes and you know that you wanna stay
Close the blinds, let's pretend that the time has changed
Keep our clothes on the floor, open up champagne
Let's continue tonight, come on, celebrate_

Kamil heaved a sigh, tightening his grib on her waist before kissing her forehead.

"Why can't you love me as much as i love you?" He asked slowly.

"You're only in love with my body niggs. You and i both know that. Quit saying you love me Kamil."

_Sometimes you gotta stay in
And you know where I live
Yeah, you know what is
Sometimes you gotta stay in, in_

"Is it a crime to love your for your body?"

"Rephrase that dude. Just say 'Fatimah, i love your body' way to go dude, we are way over that. And i love it when people comment on my body. Do you want me to dance for you?"

Kamil was about to reply when he spotted Hajiya Nana standing behind them. A pained expression on her face.

"Do you want me to dance to you niggs?" Fatimah asked again.

Kamil cleared his throat and gestured behind her. Fatimah turned, and caught the pained expression on her mother's face.

"Well hello there Mom. Are you also here to enjoy the party?"

_Welcome to my house
Baby take control now
We can't even slow down
We don't have to go out
Welcome to my house
Play that music too loud
Show me what you now
We don't have to go out
Welcome to my house
Welcome to my house_

"Fatimah what is the meaning of this? Is this what we agreed on? Fatimah do you want to cause me a heart attack for goodness sake?"

"Oh come on Mummy. Am just cerebrating my birthday with friends and nothing more. And Pappy agreed to this already so why the fuss?"

Hajiya Nana was speechless. How could her own husband agree to a mess like this when she just traveled to london for two days. What sort of life is this?

"Fatimah, i want you to end all these right now and meet me in my room. Yaa Rabbi! What kind of life is this Fatimah? A gidan auren nawa?"

"Its also called my house, cause it's my father's house, so please mom__cut the crap and let me enjoy my birthday please."

_Welcome to my duck off the crib, the spot, the pad
But my house is your house if you throwin' it back
Excuse me if my home bringing the sad,
Soon as these happy faces land you can run with the cash
Homerun, slam dunk, touchdown, pass
Mi casa es tu casa so it ain't no holding back
Another shot of vodka, you know what's in my glass
It's my house, just relax_

"What did you just say?" Hajiya Nana shocked.

"Pappy, can you please take your wife and let me enjoy my birthday party please?" She said as soon as she saw her dad.

"Sure sweetheart. Here darl, let's get out of here and let the kids enjoy okay?"

_Welcome to my house
It's my house_

Hajiya Nana was dumbfounded, speechless and shocked. What type of life is her husband trying to put their girl into? She wondered with a pained and broken heart.

As salaamu alaikoom. Who missed me? And who missed the book?

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