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Chapter 22 - CHAPTER TWENTY TWO : STRESS

(Monday the 15th of September.)

I slept very comfortable today which was very unusual as my bed was a one man's bed, I hardly sleep comfortably but today was nice and special, it's the beginning of a new dawn and I know it is.

I woke up by 2:21am and I did laylatul fajir (the night prayer) I also prayed and read five pages of the holly Qur'an, I did this till it was 4:00am, I was now sleepy and tired, so I decided to go back to bed, which I did obviously.

Furthermore, I woke up a bit late as it was now 5:29am, and I was late for prayer, I hurried and went to the Masjid as I had already performed ablution outside the compound of the house, I waited for the Adan to call the prayer and I also waited for the imam to start praying we finished praying by 5:57am and I decided to walk home so that I get a little nap before I begin my day, I walked fast to my home as I was trying to save more time for sleep, and so I reached my apartment by 6:00am I went directly into the bedroom, I sleep deep.

Furthermore, I did not wake up not until my alarm woke me up by 7:00am and I stood up by 7:12am as I meditated before standing up, as I woke IP I went directly into the kitchen without hesitation and ate my left over from yesterday it tasted better than the way it did yesterday which I really liked, it was my meal from yesterday's morning when I was going to work I ordered cornflakes, and I am eating what's left of it now.

After all this I went banging into my bathroom to bathe, after a while I finished bathing, and so I left the bathroom to the main room to get dressed and also cream myself which I did in a split second, and it was very fast.

I went out of the house and ordered an Uber which came 20 minutes afterwards, and I entered it, I started thinking about yesterday and what I did wrong, I want to become a well known journalist I want to do something exceptional in my life, just as I was busy figuring out my life and diving deep into my thought which I was disconnected from by the load and annoying sound of my phone ringing, I picked it up, and before I could utter a word the person on the other hand started.

"Hello?"

The voice said salamualaykum ya ukuti" I said

"waalaykumusalam, ya Muhammad" she answered it was my mom that was on the other side of the phone, and she sounded very happy

"Hammed, I watched the news yesterday, oh how handsome you have become, I was so happy to see your face I miss you my baby, when are you coming home to your mom" she said with joy in her voice.

"Mom I will have to think about that" I answered slowly

" OK, try coming home during Independence Day" she'd suggested.

Yes ma I considered a one-day journey to tour part of the city sure, ma" there were two seconds of silence before she said goodbye.

By this time I was exiting the car already as the taxi driver was honing for me to leave which I did.

"Early bird" I heard a loud voice behind me, it was USA,

"Good morning, how has been your day?" he asked

"fine even if the day just began, how has yours been" I replied

"Been better bro" he said with a loud smile as if he just won a lottery of some kind.

We walked into the building majestically as if we were its founder's, the truth was that we were earl, and so we had all the time in the world.

As we moved into the office building I started remembering the first time I meet musa, it was the first day I stepped into the office, and we were both from the same state and spoke the same tribe, so this added to why I instantly got the job, typical Nigerian society so tribalistic, but it was not all that bad as the tribal thing was working in my favor. I can still remember the first day we meet like yesterday, even if I had also meet with a lot of people over the years due to my kind of job I have people like Musa are very hard to find.

We walked into the office as 'if' we were the owners, but you know what, we saw the real owner, and she was not happy with us, or maybe she was not happy with herself as she stood up the stairs with a disgusted look on her face.

"Let's move the other way and try to avoid her" Musa said as he wanted us not to meet with the angry boss.

"Sure" I said as I whispered to him

"Muhammad good morning" she said as she cut us off guard trying to escape

"Morning ma" I said as I u_Turned as I gave a fake smile

"So running away from the devil so fast?" she said in a question as she tucked in her cheek leaving her cheek bone outside for me to see, and I guess admire

"No ma, there was something Musa wanted to show me in the editing room, and so we did not want for all of us to be present there, so we just wanted to go, and we will be back soon" I said as I respected my self as I continued to walk with Musa as we followed our plan, everything will have gone well as except if she just did not say anything, oh God why sis she have to say everything and anything that she fucking sees or fells like saying.

'Bitch' shut up, mitchew I wish to have never meet that bitch of a woman she is anything but nice, and kind, be what is her own problem she is just looking for a place to stick her nose in that's all.

"Musa, and what was the important thing you wanted to show him?" She shouted at us after we were already half way gone from her sight.

'M. a. a. a. a" Musa began to mumble slowly to him self as his voice cracked in fair of his job

"Musa, what was the important thing you wanted to show him?" She shouted at Musa again raising her voice's pitch to be higher than the last.

"M. aa I. I w. a.an n. tt e. d t. o ss h o w h I m s o m e t h I n g t h a t w a s n o t h e a r a t t h e b e g I n n I n g o f t h e l e c t u r r e, h a l l, M a I w a n t e d t o s h o w h j m s o m w t h I n g (Ma, I wanted you show him something that was not hear in the beginning of the lecture, hall, Ma I wanted to show him something)" Musa said as he said things that were not supposed to be, he was scared of this woman, and she was trying to take advantage of that fear for her own personal favor but why does she have to be this wicked.

"Which lecture hall?, because right up to this very moment as we speak I still am not informed about any lecture halls of any kind so which lecture hall are you talking about?" She said as she folds her hands and crossed her leg while lending back for the wall to be her body support as she asked, it looked like she was ready for war with Musa and Musa was not ready for even a word combat talk more of a physical war.

"Ma, we were going to the meeting Hall, the lecture room was a mistake ma" Musa interrupted her as he seems to have gotten the hang of himself

"Okay, O really you people are going to the lecture oh, no meeting hall for what?, for what?" She said as she removed her hands from its crossed position and Ber body from the wall as she detaches her legs from each others and began to walk down the stairs towards us, maybe she wants a slap from me and I shall give her one.

"Yes ma, I wanted to show him something" Musa said as he tried not to be intimidated by this bitch, but I knew better

"Yes ma, we wear" I said as we continued to move forward from her to the meeting hall, thank God we escaped her poisonous lips, or else where would we have been.3