Raindrop (Drip), drop-top (Drop-top)
Sky becoming darker and darker as I watched the various shades of darkness in the sky (50 shades of... you know you). The wind was cold as it swept past me, leaving my skin to contract and shiver.
I was walking alone in an unfamiliar environment.
I was stranded, not even a single car or life form was in sight, just tall buildings and tall trees that created shadows.
The silence of the neighborhood disturbed me it felt erriery.
It wasn't normal.
It was like everybody was asleep.Only the sound of my heels echoed.
More drops.
I was beginning to get scared and worried so I picked up my pace struggling with my 'borrowed' shoes tha barely fit me.
I am definitely lost with my terrible bearing disorder.
how did i even get to this point where i feels like i have been walking in circles with no end.
I slept throughout the 1hr drive from my aunty's place to my best friends house, Ayman.
Stupid girl.
I've been walking for more than an hour now without a single trace of life. What do I do!?
i'm only a girl i will cry when i m scared or when i get heartbroken. so now i contributed to the water droplets from the sky thats already beginning to gently soak me.
my best pal Ayman would always freak out whenever I started crying, he claims i make the the ugliest face when I cry. i bet if he was here right now he would try to cheer me up completely ignore my wimping.
Ya Allah come to my aid.
Just my luck, the weather got worse with violent thunderclaps. that briefly my path way through the darkness. I looked up at the sky realizing this was just the beginning of a very terrible day for me .
Permit me to start from the beginning of my day.
i woke up bright and early with and agender today. after observing my morning prayers and Azkhar i started to plan out my second day at the capital city that is ABUJA. I live with Aunty,Ummie i call her Aunty U, shes like my best older sister we get along so well, that is why after completing my secondary school in Kaduna state which is approximatley 3hr drive to Abuja she asked i come stay with her untill i leave for university.
as ealry as 7 she dressed p and ready to leave for work, she works in HR at an electrical company in Abuja. she makes good money but is very careless with her spending thats why shes renting a very tiny apartment with one room and closet sized bathroom and miniture kitchen.the two of se can possiblefit int at once b but somehow she she was eager to share this space with me.
'' i will be back my 5pm today'' she said.
i was on my side of the bed still in my hijab trying to call my mum bcak home to greet her this morning.
'' Ayman is in town , i will probably go and see him today if thats okay wihtyou ''
''sure just dont stay out too late, if you need anything or get lost just call me i will rush to your rescue and charge that damned phone of yours."
" sheesh dont attack my moto baby she hasnt done anything to you" and wiht that the phone died just because i tried daling my mum.
aunty U was all set to go , she wore whats in my opion very tight clothing that curved her just right. shes one endowed owman with ass that could balance a stack of apples. shes englant in her own way with black tousers and peach coloured button shirt. i helped handed over her laptop bag and walked her to the door.
with her peircing brown eyes "Do not trust anybody here , kinji(listen well)"
she can be dramtic but i know she dead serious about this, i guess things are very diffrent over here at the capital of NIGERIA.
i try to work out every morning but its laugable situation with me i am very small with a cubby body so my effort always go unnotice so i watch vidioes of people of working out(its all about mindset).
spent the rest of the morning lazying arond the apattment when it was 2pm i left fro Ayamans house, i got cab and was off to my destination. I gave the cab driver the address on my phone. Even the cab guy laughed at my phone, my beautiful motorola.
What you people don't know is that motorala is better than that stupid Apple company. Their phones last longer and this particular phone, was passed down to me form 8 generations and I can still text and call my my convience. I slept throughout the cab drive to the location forget the whole 'dpnt trust people' talk my aunty gave me in my defense the cab driver looked really nice and neat plus his vechile was well conditoned and comfprtable. All I know is after a while of drolling the taxi guy stumped on the brakes so hard enough i had double bounce down my seat waking me up.
" Na gode(thank you)" I said with a big smile on my face.
Although all he needed was my money he didnt even ackwlage my smile.
if hadnt gotton out quickly he would have droven off with me man was out to make money and not make friends with some random sleeping teen.
he dropped me off at a sprawling estate, with high walls draped in vibrant bougainvillea flowers, an imposing iron gate with big bull horns , the symbol ls of Ayman's family same thing with thier house back in kaduna.
the house itself behind the tall umbrella tress was a blend of colonial architecture and Nigerian flair, with a facade of white marble and grand stone columns that spoke of an era long past but never forgotten. i couldnt wait to see the inside. Ayman you generational rich bastard
I approached massive gate , there was no door bell so i justed knocked using my fist to get thoough the thick metal it barely made any noise but if anyone is just behind shold be able to hear my weak attempt.
No answer.
I knocked again using more effort each time my knuckles met the iron gate,I screamed a little..
why dont you just call mr perfect face
After several trails of knocking, I decided to bring out my phone to call him.
It rang like 8 times before I heard
'the number you dialed is switched off please send an insta voi...'
Is he ignoring me!?
I know we joke a all the time but this is serious, the heat from the sun is getting to me and the clothes i am wearing arent helping either.
Just then one old looking Baba appeared out of nowhere crepping up behind me.
i could smell his overwelling afterron stench.
"Ya rin ya (my daughter )" he said in a squirmy voice wiht half a smile and his grey mustache twitching to the side. he wore fadedwhite Jalabiyah that had werid brown stains all over.
i composed myself trying no to show fear huggin my flowered kimono and cleching my purse closer.
he spoke in a very thick hausa dalect but i could understand what he was trying to say.
So the old guy was a Mai guard( house security) to the next house and heard me knocking in dismay. He told me the whole werent home because few hours ago they received a call about the death of the landord grandmother.
Eyyah granny Zuwaira(we call her granny zuwee).She was hospitalized a few weeks ago at kaduna,I even able to visit her with Ayman before they had her transferred to a turkish speacialist hospital in Abuja. She was reallybolf firecless and old . i loved everytime about her. how even on death now death bed she was siging deals and firing people.
"Allah ya ji kan ta(may her soul rest in peace)" i said out loud typing away onto my phone which was seriously hard considering i had to go through all the alphabets to pick just one.
Remember phones like this, it's like you can't type just 'c', you have to go through 'a' then 'b' before finally getting to 'c'. neverthless my moto-baby is still the best sweetheart.
After I was done, with my awesome typing skills, satisfied, I looked up and the old man was no where to be found it was me alone with massive bull horns poinint at me.
'Kai,' I shrugged
But I shook off that feeling and made my way south on foot hoping to get another cab and be on my merry way backt to shoe box apartment.
Or at least that's the direction I saw my cab follow right?
enough flassback Now back to present.
By this time the weather was terrible.The hot sun that made me wear shades earlier was gone.
Alone.
Darkness.
violent Raining.
Finally tears.
'Just keep swimming,'
'Just keep swimming,' from Finding Dory played desperately in my head on loop.
fianly i heard the sound of a car horn pulling up behind me, .
At first I ignored it because I thought it was probly thunder mocking me.
So I k ignored the car horn wiping the rain from my eyes desperating balancing of my heels, my clothes were drenched hugging my body for dear life.
But The sound was becoming loud enough in my head and hit me back to reality. I noticed headlights flashing at me.
I turned around and there it wa
my savour!
'Ya Allah'
I said my silent prayers wiping off a smudge of tear from my left eye before dashing for the black BMW car behind me. The windows wound down as I peeped into the car to see my savior but couldn't because the car was dark.
"Hello, are you lost?" a masculine voice from the car spoke.
Right from there I knew I was a dead meat.
The voice was so calm gentle and inviting.
It screamed Fuck boy run for your life .
I think I rather stay soaked in the rain.
"Where are you heading?" he spoke again because i hadnt responed .
This time his voice even more charming than the first time.
"Miss?"
He distracted me from my chain of thoughts.
this time i constcuted a a .. word "Maitama," I responded.
Why did I just do that??
I don't know, probably because I'm lost and soaked!
"Oh I'm heading that direction,jump i" the mysterious voice from inside the car said.
I contemplated.
I restled my head for an answer but I found my self launching to his car door handle and pulling it open. I got in, my wet butt on the soft seat and shivered as the AC was turned on.
"Thank you," I mouted refusing to meet his his gaze.
"Okay"
we drove off, not a single word from both of us .
His car was clean and expensive with over the top shinning dashboard crafted from high-grade leather stretching out like a work of art. The leather seat cradled my butt, its texture smooth yet sturdy, intoxicating scent of newness. The car scent infiltrated my nostrils. a mixture of new car smell cinnamon, vanilla, strawberries and dash of mint.
Wow I could get used to this.
He drove in silence for like forever leaving behind the ghost neighhood.
Deep down in my heart i prayed my little ass out , praying his man isnt dangerous. for i know he could be a murder, A rapist or A cultist.
'Do not trust anybody'
'Ya Allah'
I wrapped my hands around my self trying to get warm.
Yes it was frezzeing in hus car but compared to when the rain was splashing and beating me, this is better.
My clothes were still dripping and distorting his perfect clean car.
My head was facing the window by my side and I noticed we graually exiting Ayman's neighourhood.
if i had refused his mystry mans offer i would still treaking. from
"Thank you," I found my self saying it again and again.
"Ba komai (no problem )," he said.
Silence.
Although something about his voice was familiar. I shook the feeling off.
I'm new here, so i only know Ayman and my Aunty.
'Ya Allah.
"So where do you stay in maitama?" he asked and that was the question I was dreadfully ignoring.
Aswear all I know is Maitama the area, which like a whole mini city on it own.
"Hmm?" he cleared his voice to distract me.
He was clearly waiting for a response.
I'm dead so dead.I don die taya.
Waiyo ni.
It was then a magical light bulb in my head ignited, i have My Aunyt's home address in my phone.
Yes!
I was almost screaming maybe im not so dead after all.
The mysterious guy said nothing afterwards and just drove.
He must think I'm a lost child wondering in the streets of Abuja.
"Do you have a car charger please?" I shyly spoke my voice, twitching at the end of my sentence. When I'm scared I cry. When I'm nervous, my voice tone varies like shit.
"Yeah" he handled over his car charger.
I quickly mounted to my moto baby chrging port but It didn't fit.
I tried flipping it with trembling hands because pulging the phone to source would revive the phone after getting wet.
Frustrated as I was I kept violently pushing and forcing it to work.
'Please work' I prayered silently.
Ah!
I continued my violent action till I heard a faint chuckle.
The little chuckle turned to a small sized laughter(even the laughter is familiar ).
"Sorry it's an iPhone charger."
Dead!
Dead!!
i felt embarrassed.
I quietly dropped his 'iPhone' charger down.
I felt my cheeks turn hot with shame.
No! No!
I'm not ashamed of my phone. My motobaby but I felt tears heat up in my eye.
I'm seriously screwed.
First I go to the house of someone who isn't home.
Then I get lost.
Let I walk for a long time on my high heels.
Then it starts to rain.
Then.....
" hey so I'm Haidar, " he spoke in between his laughter (still laighing my phone i see).
"Haidar Aliyu "
The name stroke my heart, mind and brain!
I contemplated.
I finally looked up to meet his face.
The familiar car, the familiar voice, the familiar laugh.
I knew something was up.
Then I'm in the same car as BADMAN freaking BINLADIN.
He is my mystery savoir.
and i just embraased myself Big time.
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