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    REPLACEMENT GIRL

    Episode 2 — Ahmad.

    I stood pathetically at Garima junction searching for a cab home. My car had just broken down and the network was so bad that I couldn’t contact Mubarak to come pick me up. It had been a hectic day at work, I wanted to go home and have some rest only to end up in this mess. “Gosh!” I cursed as I turned to look at my
    car again. “Crazy b---h” I muttered. The time was quarter past 6 in the evening, meaning if I don’t reach home soon the place would soon be dark. Considering how dangerous it could be for me to stand there alone, I decided to trek to a hotel few kilometers away. It wasn’t easy for me as I wasn’t use to stress. I was halfway to reaching the hotel when a car pulled over in front of me. It was a black Mercedes Benz with tinted glasses. I was scared.
    I gently moved away from the car and continued walking. One strange thing about the car was it kept following me slowly, and each time I turned it would stop. I wanted asking the person the hell he or she was but I was the scaring type so I kept moving swiftly until I reached the hotel. I booked a room for the night and peeped through the window to see if the car was still by the hotel’s gate. It wasn’t there. I sighed and walked to a bed. “God, I’m exhausted!” I said falling wearily on the bed. My phone beeped in my pocket, I s--t my hand inside and brought it out. It was a text from my wife, the network had recovered. I sighed reading the text.
    “Ahmad, where are you? Stay wherever you are please, It’s not safe over here”
    I gulped as I adjusted to a sitting position. What was she really talking about? I wondered as I began typing,
    “Naziha, I don’t understand…”
    I texted and patiently waited for her to reply. It took almost 10 minutes for her message to pop up. I quickly viewed it.
    “Xenophobic attacks in our area, they are destroying Mtn and DStv shops”
    What?! I blurted out with my heart beating very fast. Perhaps that was the reason why the network went down hours ago. But why would they retaliate what the South Africans are doing to our people in their country? Don’t they know that it would critically affect us? Many people here are using Mtn, DStv and many other South African products. Fire can never quench fire, they should let the government do its job!
    “This isn’t really good, stay indoors please! Tell Mubarak not to open the gate for anyone at all cost, okey?”
    This time around her text arrived just immediately after mine was delivered,
    “Okey, I love you Ahmad”
    I sighed as I quickly typed back,
    “I love you too, Naziha”
    I went to the bathroom and performed ablution after having dropped my phone on the bedside table. I did my Magrib prayer and later on, Ishaa. I took my phone to check on my parents but the network wasn’t stable at all. I hissed and turned on the Tv in the room. The xenophobic attacks was been aired by a local Tv station. I hissed, turned it off and slept. I hate nonsense.
    In the morning I woke up, prayed, ordered for breakfast, and then took off. I went to the exact spot where I left my car, thus I called my mechanic to handle it. “Bring it to my house once you’re done” I said to him before leaving.
    The cab I boarded was owned by a South African, he said he wasn’t happy about the xenophobic attacks that was going on in his home country and here. “We are all Africans, I’m sure the whites are now laughing at us” He said.
    “They sure are” I blurted.
    It was a wonderful ride, we kept talking until we reached the area I was living in. Everywhere was calm, no pedestrian could be seen outside. He dropped me in front of my gate and I paid him.
    “Thank you” He said and drove off.
    As soon as I knocked on the gate, Mubarak shouted at me. “Who are you? Leave here before I shoot you”
    I smiled, he was really a funny watchman. “It’s me” I said. Yeah, I didn’t have to tell him my name he knew my voice.
    He quickly opened the gate. “Oga, good morning sir” He said bowing.
    “Morning,” I handed him my briefcase. “Is Naziha okey?” I wrinkled my brows.
    “Yes sir,” he said closing the gate as soon as I stepped in. “Madam is fine, sir”
    I smiled walking straight into the flat with Mubarak trailing behind me. Normally, every morning, Naziha would water the flowers in the garden by herself. She honoured them because they were planted by her late mother.
    “Keep the briefcase on the couch, I will go and check on Naziha” I said to Mubarak as I swiftly walked to the back door which leads straight to the garden.
    Naziha, while holding a sprinkling can kept singing her favourite song – Wait For Me – as she watered the flowers. I decided not to announce my presence but to pull a prank on her just like she did to me days back. I walked slowly to her and quickly hugged her from behind with a scream, “Gotchaaa!”
    She was freaked out, she started throbbing me – I thought we was playing until she gave up and I could hear her sobbing. I dropped the joke and quickly turned her to look at me. “Naziha is everything okey?” I asked her.
    She shook her head in tears and turned to the flowers. “That black day,” she sniffed and continued. “Mama called me that she wasn’t feeling fine. I told her I would come take her to the hospital, I told her to wait for me but she said she could go alone. She never knew her death was calling, she would have waited for me…” she said sobbing.
    That was my Naziha, she never would get tired of narrating that heart touching story to me. She was the last born of her mother, Hannatu and Nabil were her elder siblings. She lost her father at 6 years of age, and just a year into our marriage her mother died. I gently embraced her as she kept talking, if I ever intrude her she wouldn’t stop crying. Sometimes, one needs to peacefully pour out whatever is in his mind in order to feel relief.
    Few hours later, I was in the kitchen helping Naziha in rearranging the utensils when a call bounced in. It was my father. I cleared my throat before swiping to receive. “Kai Ahmad, I’m waiting for you in the new factory!” He said and quickly terminated the call. He didn’t even wait for me to greet him.
    That was actually weird, I didn’t wait for a second thought before I took off for the factory after having informed Naziha. My car wasn’t brought back yet, so I used Naziha’s car. I parked the car adjacent a defunct forklift and stormed out. “Good day, sir” A security officer greeted me. I nodded my head and walked straight into the factory. My father was in the Chief Engineer’s office, he glared at me immediately I entered. The chief engineer didn’t need to be told to excuse us, he kindly walked out after taking his bow.
    I was about sitting down in one of the visitors’ swivel chairs when my father gestured me not to sit down. “Don’t you dare sit down, Ahmad!” He cautioned with his index finger angrily.
    I gulped lowering my gaze. What could be wrong with this old man? I wondered playing with my fingers.
    “Ka jishi kawai, so you even have the guts to cancel meeting with the labourers’ executives? Kai wawa ne?”
    “I’m sorry, dad. I don’t have any op…” I didn’t complete my words when a resounding slap landed on my face.
    “Shege kawai, dan iska!” He insulted me as he hit the desk with his hand. “If not because Engineer Isah Bala was able to calm the rest of the labourers down they would have gone on strike. Do you even know the millions of naira we will loose if they embark on strike? Do you?”
    I was already angry with him. First, he called me Shege (a bastard), and second, he called me Dan iska (a fool). Meanwhile, what I did was the right thing on my own way. “Dad, I am tired of having table discussions with those people. You keep telling me to calm them down when infact you know exactly what they need. Don’t you know that those people also have families? You want them to work from morning to evening but you can’t increase their wages” I said not looking at him.
    He disappointedly clapped thrice. “I don’t blame you Ahmad, you just don’t know anything about business. Is this how you will run this company while I am gone?” He heaved a sigh. “If you’re to do whatever the labourers want then you will end up bankrupting” He said.
    I wanted to add more words to my previous explanation when he cut it.
    “I learnt that Naziha is barren, I also learnt that she kept it a secret from you all these while, and I also learnt that you vowed to keep it a secret from me too” He said with a mischievous smile.
    My heart began pounding vigorously, how on earth did he knew all that? Was someone spying on me all these while?
    “You know the tradition of our family, one wife!” he said laying emphasis on the one wife. “Is either you divorce her and marry a fertile woman that will give me heir, or I will disown you…”

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    Episode 3 coming up next

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    REPLACEMENT GIRL*

    Episode 3 — Humairah.

    A whole month passed but I was still living in my father’s house. The person they wanted to arrange my marriage with disappointed them just after seeing my picture, a picture my mother spent her savings on. I was very happy, God really answered my prayers!
    I never wanted to be married off that early but I also couldn’t stop myself from masturbating over and over again. Since the day my mother caught me in my room, I decided to stop doing it inside the house but in the barn at the backyard where no one could see or hear me. I knew it was a bad thing to do but also the only remedy to quench my burning desire and also to prevent me from engaging myself in fornication.
    My image was already tarnished by my mother, the whole town knew what I did hence nobody wanted to marry me or arrange my marriage with their sons. If only she was patient enough to keep the matter as a secret and do the right thing at the right time, maybe things wouldn’t have escalated to this point. She learnt her lesson though, she was no longer telling people about it anymore. Not even some of our relatives that haven’t learnt about it yet, but she still wanted to see me around no more. There was a time I even had a nightmare that she threw me and all my belongings out of the house that I should leave, I thought it was only a nightmare until my uncle from the city came days ago. The man whose laptop taught me how to m--------e. She told him I would follow him to the city to learn handwork. He was so surprised…
    “Handwork?” He had asked. “I thought she wanted to study, isn’t it Humairah?”
    “Ye…” I had said as my mother cut in.
    “No!” She had glared at me. “I mean, yes… she wanted to study but not anymore. I am also surprised how she changed her mind. But I trust her”
    My uncle, who was oblivious about everything and what my mother had in her mind fell for her trick. “If that is the case then fine, not everyone is destined to earn for a living through formal education…” He had said pitifully.
    “Yes o, Habibu” My mother had said with a triumphal smile on her face.
    I wanted objecting all her lies but something told me I would end up ruining my only chance of living a good life and restoring back my dignity if I should do that. Afterall, I can eventually decide to further my education in the city if I like. Thus I smiled, and that made my mother to wrinkle her brows as if to ask me why I was even smiling.
    With uncle Habib around, things really changed. My mother treated me nicely, she never rain insults on me anymore and she had warned everyone in the house not to ever say a word about the m----------n, not even my father.
    I had only been to the city on three occasions, first was when my uncle’s wife gave birth to her first child, second was when I wrote my scholarship examination, and third was when my uncle’s wife gave birth again. Now, I was eager to go and live there. But one thing about time is when you are waiting for it to be fast that is when it will reduce its pacing gear. So I had to patiently wait for the week to elapse.
    On the day of our departure, uncle Habib gave me a stare. “Are you sure you want to follow me?” He had asked.
    “Why not?” I had blurted out.
    He shook his head with a smile and asked me to get my things inside the boot of his car. I was very happy, and so was everyone in the house. At least the bad girl in the family would be gone. I bade them goodbye as we drove away.
    Uncle Habib didn’t say anything ever since we embarked on the journey, I also didn’t because I wanted him to concentrate on the road. But as soon as we reached the city’s gate I blurted out a WOW because the gate was big…
    “This wasn’t the way I saw it before” I commented as we drove past it.
    “Yeah, the new governor is making changes” Uncle Habib finally uttered.
    I wanted asking him why it wasn’t the same with the villages, I wanted asking him why the governor completely ignored us but then he intruded.
    “The barn,” he cleared his throat and continued. “I used to see you enter there all the time, are there still animals?”
    My heart nearly missed a beat after hearing that. Indeed we didn’t have animals anymore, and indeed he got me! I cleared my throat thinking about the kind of lie to tell when a car hit us by the back. Uncle Habib quickly pulled over and so did the driver of the car behind us. “Are you okey?” He asked me and I nodded. It wasn’t that bad afterall.
    We stormed out of the car to check if the person that hit us was okey only for him to storm out of his car and start raining insults on us. It was a very handsome man, the crash left both his headlights and pointers destroyed. However, our car sustained the impact due to the metallic object in its back.
    “Do you know who I am? Do you know who my father is?” The man yelled at us for the umpteenth time as people gathered. Nobody interrupted or cared to tell him he was the one at fault, they were only watching as if they were afraid. “This is a 56 million naira car, and you are going to pay for what you’ve done” He said as he quickly brought out his phone from his pocket.

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    Lol story 4 another day

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    E don happen. continue o

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    Let see how life go turn u around maybe 4 good or bad.

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    How can they do that on top withing, but everthing is about fate, that is your own fate sha

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    Carry 0n!!

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