As I got to the house, I noticed that the people I saw the previous day were no more there. That’s the thing with death. Most people console you just that day, sometimes for a week, while at most a month, but eventually they’ll leave and you would have to bear the lose yourself.
I knocked on the door and Summaya opened. She was looking different from the way I saw her the previous day. She looked quite cheerful. ‘Hey Dioxidane’, she said as she gave me a hug.
Me: How are you feeling now?
Summaya: I’m better… Thank you… Malama Aisha left for her inlaw’s place today…
Me: Yeah, she told me… Why didn’t you go with her?
Summaya: She asked me to stay back and take care of the house… But I wished I went with her. This place is so boring…
Me: Why would a place with you in it be boring? Just make it ‘unboring’…
Me: Come, did you prepare anything? I’m hungry…
Summaya: I’m home alone, so I just took noodles…. But don’t worry, I’ll fix up something for you… What would you like?
Me: Anything please, I’m starving…
Summaya: Would you like boiled yam and egg sauce?
Me: Wait o, do you even know how to cook?
Summaya: Seriously? :-\
Me: **Laughs** I’ll be your judge today…
Summaya: Let me get you Fura before I prepare the food…
In all the time I spent in the north, I doubt if I enjoyed any of their delicacies as much as I enjoyed Fura and yogurt not Nunu (cow milk, I think). I enjoyed it most when it was very cold. It replenishes lost energy and makes you sleep then you become fat (so they say).
She brought the Fura and as usual, it was super cold. I was watching TV while she went back to the kitchen. She came back at intervals, conversing with me.
I asked her if she had friends in Katsina and she said she didn’t.
She began telling me things about herself, her struggles, her relationships e.t.c. We talked (actually she talked and I listened) like we’ve known each other for long.
**Pretty girls are not perfect, they have challenges too**
She said she was surprised she was telling me all these things. I told her I had that effect on people – making them tell me things they didn’t want others to know (yeah, right!).
She later brought the food and we ate together. We gisted some more and we watched some movies. It was getting late. I had to go back to my house (or so I told her). She didn’t verbally object, but I saw from her facial expressions, that she didn’t want me to leave. It would leave her in a bored state again. It’s not like I could help it. I couldn’t pass the night there (or could I?). She gave me a hug as I was about leaving.
The thing about some northern girls that travel out of the country is that, firstly before they leave, they are usually reserved (most of them). After spending some time there, some become good girls ‘gone’ semi-bad; some become good girls ‘gone’ bad; some become good girls ‘gone’ wild; while some become good girls ‘gone’ drug addicts. I’ve seen all these categories of northern girls. I tried deciphering which category of girls Summaya fell into.
I got to my gate and was about getting the keys from my pocket when I remembered I had dropped it earlier at a Mai Shago’s (Provision seller?) place close to my house for Prince. I walked towards the shop as I called Prince…
Me: Baba, how far where you dey…
Prince: I dey my lodge…
Me: You drop my key?
Prince: I drop am for the Mai Shago shop…
Me: Ok, later…
Guys and their calls. Straight to the point. No long talks.
I collected the key and on my way back to the house, I called Zainab. She said she was back to the house as she was already discharged. She also told me they would all be traveling to Abuja the next day. She said her mum would call me, but she was just giving me a heads-up.
I got into the house and had a bath. I had already eaten, so I just lay on the bed, doing what I do every night – Chatting and Browsing…
I got a whatsapp message from Summaya. She told me she was bored. I told her to watch TV, she said she was already tired of doing that. I recommended a site were she could real novels and recommended one for her to read. As we continued chatting, she was taking more time in responding. She said she had already started reading the novel I recommended and was engrossed in it. I told her I was going to see her the next day, and she said it was cool…….
The next day was a thursday – CDS! I always looked forward to it ‘cos I got to meet chics and peeps. Zainab would be unable to make this week’s rendezvous, but at least I get to be in the company of Summaya. I hurriedly presided over the meeting and we closed earlier than usual. Sandra and Rejoice were not present. I called Rejoice and she told me it was that time of the month for her that’s why she couldn’t attend. She asked me to write their names in the attendance register. Great! :-\
I asked after Sandra, and she said she traveled to Kaduna.
**Kai! Sandra don turn PLC for her runz girl business o**
I went home, freshened up and headed to Summaya’s (MA’s) place.
I knocked (as usual) and she opened. This time around, I was flustered. She was putting on a mini skirt and a tank top, her hair was not covered and she wasn’t putting on anything on her feet.
I don’t know how long I stood there staring at her till I heard, ‘Are you coming in or what?’ ‘Ohh, sorry’, I said as I gave her a hug. Jeez, she smelled so seraphic. My mamba was already beginning to get ideas.
Watch out for the next episode coming soon.
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