Thirty six

"Wear that boubou." Huda carefully handed me a navy blue silk adire that had been made into a plain boubou and a white turban to wear it with.

"You're just hell bent on making me go to this party aren't you? Who's going to push me around ehn?" I asked with mock exasperation in hopes of letting her leave me at home. She turned to me as she was already leaving my room with anger on her face and her hands on her hips.

"Muhammad, Imran, Hussein, Oladayo. They've all offered to push you around. The Dambazzau-Sambo's understand familial relations, we stand up for our own, we keep our own safe so get it out of your head that you're not going to be liked, worry about being smothered in love from women who look exactly like your mother!" She exclaimed at the end and walked out of the room. I sighed and let Iyamé who had been waiting help me to the bathroom.

I'm still not allowed to do my own bathing so she's here to help me bathe and dress. In the beginning, it was very disconcerting and I cal