Deejah's POV
"Deejah! Deejah! Deejah!!!" I heard someone calling my name from what seemed like a distance. "Who the hell is calling me this early!" I grumbled, with my eyes still closed.
Groggily, I was about to open my eyes, when mum suddenly barged into my room, uninvited.
"Won't you come down for breakfast?" She questioned, gazing intently at me. "Your dad has been waiting for you for a while now. His tea has gotten cold, just because of you." She queried.
Before I could give her a reply, she had already turned around and walked out of the room.
I go out of the comfort of my bed and rushed to the bathroom to take care of my business.
Emerging from the bathroom, I sauntered to the closet and put on a maroon coloured gown, with a scarf tied around my head. Immediately I was done, I left the room for the dining.
"Good morning, Dad," I greeted and took a seat on one of the chairs, beside him.
"Good morning, my princess." He smiled at me. "how was your night?"
"It was fine, dad," I responded, before turning to my mum and greeting her as well. "Good morning, mum."
She responded nonchalantly, in an almost inaudible voice - like a grumble.
By the way, she responded to my greeting and the demeanour she had on, anyone could tell the type of relationship we shared. I was much closer to my dad than I was with her. Right from when I was just a kid, she had thought dad spoiled me too much. It aggravated her.
My mum, Hajiya Rukkayah, was a simple, yet strict woman. She was very gorgeous. Her one-sided dimple made me admire her. Though she always reprimanded me for every single mistake, I understood it was because she wanted to instil good morals in me. Because she believed it was women's job to take care of their home singlehandedly, she remained a housewife.
My dad, Alhaji Muhammad Agogo was the most handsome man I had ever seen. His smile alone meant the whole world to me. As the only child he had, he loved me immensely. He was a renowned businessman in Nigeria, having many companies across the cities, where raw materials are converted into finished products.
I am Khadija Muhammad Agogo. I recently turned twenty. Fortunately for me, I was able to secure admission to Bayero University, Kano and was given the course 'business administration and management study. Being in my final year was a dream come true for me. I couldn't wait any longer to be done with university.
Slowly, I devoured my meal, for there was no need to rush, as it was the weekend already. The feeling of not having to go anywhere and relax at home all day long was overwhelming.
After I was done eating, I wiped my mouth with a serviette and called for one of the maids in a high pitched voice; "Ladidi!"
Mom gazed at me with scorn on her face.
Without even uttering the words, she already knew what I wanted to ask her to clear the table. Wasn't that the job of maids? - I rolled my eyes and looked away. Since I was already done with eating, I had nothing more to do in the dining room, so I drew back my chair and stood up to leave. The main aim is to avoid getting in trouble with mum so early in the morning. No one said anything, so I took that as my cue to leave.
Pushing open the door, my eyes roamed about the unkempt room. "Maryam!" I called for my maid. "Maryam!" I called again, this time, louder.
Instantly, she appeared, gazing warily at me, as if I was some kind of scary being.
"What happened here? Why is my room looking like a garbage dump?" I questioned, narrowing my eyes at her.
"Ma'am, I'm sor...sorry." She stuttered. "Act..ually, I was doing som.. eth. Ing, that's wh-"
A glare from me was all it took for her to cut herself off. I felt like slapping her into a stupor. "Before I close my eyes and open it again, I want you to arrange this room, neatly. I'll be on the balcony. Call me immediately you're done." I ordered and sashayed away.
Dejah's POV"Oh my God!" I groaned. I couldn't believe it was Monday already and here I was, still lying on my bed. A frown etched my forehead, as I picked up my cellphone to know what time it was. "Thirty minutes?" I gasped and hurriedly left my bed for the bathroom.After taking a quick shower and brushing my teeth, I dashed out with a towel securely wrapped around my chest. I walked into my closet and picked the first gown I sighted.Within a blink of an eye, I had already finished putting on light make-up. With one last look at my reflection in the mirror, I rushed down to the dining to have breakfast. Fortunately, it was already served.After I was done, I walked out of the house and into my SUV - the car dad had bought for me on my eighteenth birthday, as a gift.Like a lunatic, I sped to school. Luckily, I was able to get into the lecture hall before the
Yushraf's POV"Alhamdulilah I was able to sell a lot today." I heaved a sigh. Though it was hectic, I was very grateful to have sold a lot.I rushed back home to meet my twin sister, Reedah and to fill her in on the good news. At least the money I earned would be used to pay some of our bills.Immediately I got to the front of our house, my lips curved into a smile. I knocked on the door and almost immediately, the door flung open and she hugged me tightly.I slowly wrapped my arms around her as well - Reedah was the only family Ammi and baba had left for me, after being killed in a fatal accident. It had been three long years, but the memory was still fresh in my mind. I had a hard time moving on, but because I had Reedah to take care of, I suppressed my feelings and pretended to be happy. Ever since their departure, things had been really difficult for both of us. We barely had food to eat once a day. I wasn't bothered about myse
Deejah's POV I was in class, waiting for our lecturer for what seemed like forever and yet he hadn't shown up. I grabbed my bag and was about to leave, when he walked in, making an excuse of having a board meeting.Immediately he started lecturing, I felt like dozing off, for his lectures were always as boring as hell.After the lecture time had elapsed, the lecturer walked out of the classroom the same way he entered. I returned my book to my bag and was about to leave the theatre when I felt my hand being grabbed by someone from behind. I turned around, only to see Sheriff - my boyfriend. We started dating at my 100level and he was already in his final year. He was one of those typical bad guys on campus, always attending all parties in the vicinity.He changed my lifestyle from being a nerd to a classic babe. He loved me I loved him too. People gossi
Yushraf's POV "Reedah, be fast, we are getting late. You know today is Friday and we will soon be back." I reminded, checking my gold wristwatch.Reedah took almost an hour before she came out of the room putting on her hijab.I went to the refrigerator in the kitchen and brought three bags of bottled water and gave one to Reedah and carried the remaining two myself.******We were hawking in the streets, When I sighted my former best friend Bashar, leaning on his car. He was my closest friend and a cousin. His dad, uncle Jaafar and my dad were brothers. They had only one sister Aunty Salamatu. She lived in Canada with her husband and three kids - two boys and a girl. Hafiz was the firstborn and was older than I, by a year. Noor, the second-born, was of the same age as Reedah and the last born Afzal was sixteen years old.
Yushraf POVFlashback continues 3 years back After strolling on the empty street for what seemed like an hour, I started thinking deeply about where we would spend the night. We listed the friends we had and if they could accommodate us, for just a night, but couldn't come to a decision. After several thoughts, I suggested we go to Jibrin's - our secondary school friend's house. After our parent's death, he was one of the people that stood by us. We took a cab and gave the driver the address of where we were headed. Immediately we alighted, I brought my wallet out and paid the driver. We knocked on the gate and the security men opened the gate and asked us who we were looking for at that time of the night. "Sir,
EditedYushraf POVFlashback continues 3years agoWe left Aunt Sarah's house and went straight to the car park, where we would board a car from kano to Lagos - to uncle Jaafar's place. We had been seated inside the bus for a while now and it wasn't filled up yet. We were told it was remaining just two passengers before we would embark on the journey. It didn't take too much time before the bus got filled up. Immediately it did, the driver began to drive, but not before exchanging pleasantries with his colleagues. Because it was our first time travelling in a commercial car, everything seemed so funny to us. Indeed it was the beginning of knowing what poverty really
Yushraf's POV "Yushraf! Yushraf!!" Reedah yelled, bringing me back to reality. I wiped away the tears that threatened to fall on my cheeks."Reedah, let just go home. I can't stay here anymore please. " I beseeched."Yushraf, you want us to go home and we haven't even sold more than two bags of the bottled water here. Remember we really need money, especially now that our resumption day is already approaching and we need foodstuff and other things. We've been given scholarship doesn't mean they will provide for us. We have to struggle for our needs ourselves." Reedah said, getting pissed off."Reedah, you don't get it. I can't stay here and watch Bashar humiliate us like his father did that day." It was really unfortunate and unforgettable memory that will never be erased.She turned back and saw Bashar leaning on his car, with a gi
Deejah's POVI was bored and tired. I couldn't wait for this fucking lecture to be over. Mina did not come to school today and I had no idea what happened to her. She wasn't the type to just skip school, without a valid reason, especially because her dad was very strict and didn't play with stuff concerning the academy.I made a mental note to call and find out what stopped her from coming to school today.*******I heaved a sigh of relief, as the lecturer finally stepped out of the classroom. I brought out my phone from my bag and dialled Mina number. After the third ring, she picked up."Hey, babe! What stopped you from coming to school today?" I inquired."I'm not feeling fine. I've been feeling discomfort in my stomach." She responded."Oh! miss foodie. What did you eat to upset your stomach?" I asked, t