Alqulub Haris (COMPLETED)✔

One

He tried to get the continuous sounds of the siren out of his head. He dreaded having to announce his presence everywhere he went, he never really wanted fame. All he wanted was to serve his people.

"Right this way Sir" A suited man in a pair of sunglasses led the way to the conference room where all the Ministers were already sited, waiting for his arrival.

"Your excellency, Welcome Sir" They greeted as he took his seat. He would've been at home, resting if the president hadn't suddenly fallen ill, times like this made him wish he had followed his guts and become a lawyer. Things would've been much easier, he would've been a true judge of justice. An honest and just one.

"I suggest we kill the story and share it amongst us" The Minister of transport said shamelessly, he was appointed to work in favour of the people but here he was, plotting against them. Planning to add the poor mans wealth to his pillar of drinking.

Sahabi shot him a disgusting look which made Peter shift uncomfortably in his seat "I will not be part of this Nonesense" Sahabi said sternly. One thing the Vice president was known for was being on the people's side even if it meant having disagreements with the members. "Mr. Peter, you have shown nothing but your infinite level of selfishness" He stood up, banging on the table burning with rage "You have been suspended from your position as the Minister of transport till further notice" Sahabi stormed out, leaving everyone in utter shock.

Outside, the paparazzi were already waiting. He always took his time to address them because he wanted the people to know what their so called leaders were doing but today, he was angry. He didn't want to vent out his anger on the poor journalists who were only there because they had to make a living. He had asked for extra security, he didn't want anything to trigger him.

At forty, Sahabi Kamba stood tall and mighty, he was the youngest Vice president ever appointed in Nigeria. Their government believed in fresh minds, it believed the old people had done enough damage. He sighed as he walked through the doors of his house. It wasn't a home; not anymore, his house became a constructed darkness the day he lost Samira.

Samira na Sahabi komai dozen!
Those words echoed round Kamba, a village in Kebbi state, the border between Nigeria and Niger where everyone was related and all the houses were acquainted. Even when Sahabi was busy being all about school, Samira found her way into his heart and made her mark. She claimed her territory and defended it strongly, no one could get in between Sahabi and his dear Samira. Not even Hajiya Boka, his step mother who tried to poison him after she buried his father who she also killed. He knew it, she knew it and the whole village knew it but there was nothing they could do about it. Hajiya Boka would burn the whole village to the ground for her own selfish interest.

They had been married for five wonderful years with no children which wasn't a problem to Sahabi, all he wanted was to have Samira with him till the end but as fate would have it, she was diagnosed with Ovarian Cancer at the most inappropriate time, a time when all they had was what would last them a few weeks. Sahabi had no means of getting any money after all, he had only started working. It pained him more knowing he had the wealth but couldn't acquire it since Hajiya Boka not only cut of all ties with him but also found a way to take all his inheritance. Samira suffered painfully for five years until she couldn't handle it anymore, she gave up.

"Allah Sarki Samira" A tear rolled down his cheek, ten years after her demise and she still had her defense up and strong "Where are you now that I have all the wealth in the world" he held onto the table that had her picture frame on it and cried out, long and loud. If only the world knew how broken he was inside. If only they understood his plight.

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Sahabi picked up the ringing phone in his office "Yes"

"Sir, Your mother is here"

"Send her in" He got up and moved to his personal living room where Hajiya Boka was already seated. He remembered the day he became somebody, the day she decided she was his mother. Hajiya Boka was the true definition of a heartless being but he wasn't at all afraid of her, he knew what Allah hadn't done to him she couldn't stand the chance of trying. He didn't need the world to know about her evil ways although almost everyone did, he believed in salvation. He honoured and respected every one of Hajiyas wishes since she was the only family he had left.

"Yanzu Sahabi hakanga kaka so in koma ga ubangiji ban ga diyan ka ba (Sahabi so you want me to return to my creator without seeing my grandchildren)?" He took a deep breath, he always prayed that this day would never come. The day he would be asked to give Samiras position to someone else "Toh aure naka so kayi (I want you to get married)"

"Hajiya hankuri zaki yi bai yiwuwa in kara aure (I'm sorry but its not possible)"

"Yanzu Sahabi kana da bakin hwadi min wanga mugun kalami (You dare speak such harsh words to me)" she held the edge of her hijab and brought it up to her face whilst squealing "Sabida ba ni na haiho ka ba( because I am not your mother)" she cried louder making him even more uncomfortable.

"Hajiya wallah ba haka bane. In sha Allah zan samo wata matas (It's not like that, God's willing I'll find a wife)" his words ended her cry so fast one could swear it wasn't her being all dramatic a few seconds ago.

"Na ba ka wata dai (You have one month)"

xoxo hairanumar

Aloha! We meet again. If you're reading this after "Finding Mustapha" thank you for embarking on another journey with me and if this is your first time reading my work thanks for taking an interest in it and do take your time to read the rest.

P.S the hausa is weird cause its Kebbi people's hausa so just try to read it or stick to the translation.

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