"So, when is she giving you the money?" Abdul's question stops me in my tracks. I was pulling off my hijab just after praying Zuhr prayers. I let the orange stretchy material drop back unto my body before slow
"What money?" He sighs and looks everywhere but at me. "The recommendation money fa. You're supposed to have collected it by now." I make a face at him and he points at me, shaking his index finger from his seat. "And don't give me that face. You're too slow." I shake my head.
It's been two days since Ali's insistent pushing and Abdul told me of his trip to Kano and a single moment of peace has not been my own since then. He talks about money at any available time. Money! Money all the time.
"Abdul, we've been married for two years and six months, you're supposed to know me better. How would I just accept a product, not use it, pretend to my followers that all is fine and dandy, only for them to buy rubbish?" I shake my head again before continuing, not believing Abdul's attitude for a second.
Anger reels through me at the audacity of his request so I shout, "No! I will not. You know my style, they send me the product, I test it, if I don't like how it is, I send the remaining back and don't recommend to my followers. Too many people bank on my reviews for me to be lying." On I*******m, I have about half a million followers I grew all by myself, hard work that I will not throw unto the seats because of Abdul's greed.
He hisses and crosses a leg over another, pulling out his iPhone 11 promax and typing rapidly on it. "Abdul?" I call. "Yes, Mrs two-goody-shoes?" I rear back, hurt. Goody shoes? All because I won't take money falsely? Who is this Abdul? Has this man changed right under my nose?
"Abdul," I start gently, walking further into the living room where he is sitting.
"Remember you taught me not to take things without earning them, you taught me right here in this living room how to be a proper Muslim and that includes not taking what I have not earned! Why then are you trying to make me do this? Isnt this lowering your own standard?" He doesn't reply me, instead, he gets up and leaves the living room. I sigh and flop unto the huge comfortable chair I spend time on but the plushness of the chair doesn't do any good to what is hurting my heart.
A thought occurs to me just as I relax, didn't Abdul take three hundred thousand out of our joint account last week? What does he need more money for? I jump out of the chair and rush to ask him.
"Husby?" I lovingly call when I get into the dimly lit room. "Uhuun?" His answer comes to me from the left side of the bed, so I go there, pull the drapes backward, spilling some light over his dark skin. If there was one thing, Allah blessed Abdul with, it would be his abundantly clear skin and amazing hair, so i drool over that before asking the dreaded question.
"Why did you withdraw that large amount of money from the joint account without telling me? I thought the agreement was, you'd tell me, then we'd decide if the purchase was important before making it. How can we save for our own house if you keep this up?" My voice rises at the end because, I just cannot help myself. I had a headache when I saw the alert last week.
"I used it to pay some bills and buy my sisters some really nice things. Bella has been bugging me for a new phone." Bella is his youngest sister Fauziya who is just like Abdul; greedy and very disrespectful.
I tilt my head. "Abdul? You paid bills out of our saved money?" I bite my tongue when I say our, its mine. He hasn't contributed a dime since he lost his job a month after our wedding.
"Yes na! Look Bee stop policing me, stop policing my money. Abi, it's no longer my money? It's now your money?" I raise an eyebrow at him due to how he asks saucily, his face contorted in a disrespectful manner. I swallow and drop the curtain, blocking the light that had flooded the room. I walk slowly out of the room, briefly wondering if I don't need to get another account asides the one that he knows. But isn't that like a sin? You know, willfully lying?
I sigh.
I take out the nylon bag holding the package from the table I use to film right in front of the sunniest source of light in my living room and sit at the table. I lift my hand to turn on the camera and I wave slightly at the camera in greeting. I carefully unwrap the package and take out the fruity scenting incense the client has packaged for me to advertise.
I switch on my medium sized electric incense burner and open up one glass bottle, labeled 'orange' and spray some of it over the now hot burner. It smells heavenly and I say so to the camera. "It's perfect for when you're going out and you don't want to use perfume, you'll have a fruity scent emanating from you wherever you turn, isn't that nice?"
I show the camera other well packaged bottles of fruity incense and turn off the camera when I'm done. Then, I d******d the video to my laptop and begin editing it for posting later. I hear the bedroom door shut and I turn to wait for Abdul to show.
"So, you like it ba? Ask her for the money. Quick quick. I need money." I scoff and continue doing what i was doing, I was hoping for a reconciliation or an apology at best. This, is a surprise.
"I've not told her my decision yet." I flash him what I hope is a nice smile. He likes my smiles so I hope this one takes his mind off this money.
He walks to my side and sits at my side, raising one bottom to sit on the table. "Labeebah. Please, I haven't bought foodstuffs for the girls and Maama this month and wallahi I hate myself for it." I shut my eyes, feeling my natural long lashes touch my upper cheekbones close to my eyes.
"How much do you need?" I ask him. " A Hundred thousand. They need to stock up food because of Zuwaiya's wedding next month." I bite the inside of my cheek. Zuwaiya is Abdul's immediate younger sister, the only one that I tolerate.
"I was hoping to use that money to pay Ali Gaja back his advance money for that Mariya movie. I don't feel good acting it and I thought I'd use it." I finish looking up at his face as I shut my mouth. He lifts his hand to cup his mouth, I can see surprise in his eyes.
"Labeebah, so you are a wicked person like this? You'd rather my family starve than for you to act with Ali? What would it cost you? A month at most on set with him. So what?" I shake my head pushing back my chair.
"Don't you even fear for my safety at all?" I ask, bewildered. He laughs, a mocking laugh that breaks my heart into tiny pieces.
"When you got that first role, you should have expected it. Are you not sleeping with one of them by now." I shake my head slowly, unable to believe all that he is spouting. What hurts the most is that it isn't a question, it's a statement. As though he has made up his mind. People who studied Islam to this level are supposed to know that calling your wife a prostitute already ends a marriage. But what can I do? If I call him out if it and he really divorces me, what will I do?
"You think I'm doing that? Is that why you haven't touched me in months?" I finally say before shutting my eyes hoping to trap the tears and pain in it.
"Don't even cry. If I see one crocodile tear, I might just slap that hypocrisy out of you. Who are you trying to deceive?" I shake my head again, this time, the pain has caught up with me making my head throb.
"You know what, I'm not in the mood to talk, just send the hundred to my personal account. Okay? Let me not be angrier than I am with you."
I sink to the floor and watch him leave the room in his cargo pants and black tee shirt that has 'Wicked' emblazoned across the back. It is what he is, wicked.
Abdul is surely showing the real him.
Song for the chapter- Best thing I never had (Beyonce)
"That's all for today's shoot people." I internally do a jig when the director says we're done for the day. I intentionally helped rush the shoot because I have to travel to Kano. Need to go visit Abdul who left for Kano a week ago, I miss him.I step out into the cool morning air, we'd been shooting since four am. I left my house at an ungodly three am to get here early, the only downside is that I have to follow the minivan that brought the rest of the cast. So I lean against a pillar and wait for the rest of the cast to finish, right there I imagine myself frying eggs and plantains with hot spicy noodles for breakfast. The thought keeps me company and helps be less angry at the stalling actors."Labeebah." I sigh. I can't even fault him for calling my name right. There's no Nafeesah here to save me today. The worst thing is, I didn't hear him walk so close
The door opens as I pull off the old threadbare navy blue hijab I used to pray Isha¹ and wear my scarf. My aunt comes in holding my favorite large mug with my face on it, I giggle as I climb the bed, leaving space for my aunt to climb in. She hands me the mug and the scent of Lipton tea, Milo and three crowns milk and a little sugar tickles my senses. I lift the cover and stir it with the spoon in it to take a dainty sip. I smile at my aunt thankfully, safely keep the mug on my bedside table and lean on the wooden headboard. "Labibi? How are you?" I shut my eyes and exhale. "Nothing Ma. I'm fine." I call her Ma and she calls me Labibi because when my parents just died, many things reminded me off them, I tried not to let myself forget their memories, so I made new
6:50 pm,The Lamido house, Life Camp, Abuja.I responded to greetings as I shut the door of the Uber I ordered and watched it drive out of the gates that Baba Sarah opened. I waited to greet the gateman who i knew was itching to talk to me.He quickly shut the gate and ran to me. "Oga soldier." He greeted, mimicking the attention stance my battalion soldiers gave when they saw me. I just nodded and waited for him to stop trembling enough to speak."My daughter had the baby yesterday. She is still at the hospital because there is no money to use for discharge." He said in Hausa, tear clouded his eyes and I sighed. His daughter had been raped by some boys in their area who thought she was playing hard to get, I personally reported to the assistant inspector general who sent the police there to get all three boys arrested.I tapped Baba Sarah's back as I
"I have some free time between ten and twelve later, so please get ready to go to the bank." As I spoke, a ping came on both our phones, I know because I saw him walk to his and open his message. I took a leisurely stroll to where my phone was and tapped on it, heart literally falling into my stomach when I saw it was from the bank. "Abdul? Another five hundred thousand? Why?" He just hisses and walks to the room we once shared, my whole self is trembling as i follow him at a more sedate pace. "Why would you withdraw another five hundred thousand naira? Zuwaiya isn't getting married ba? It's you? You're using my money to fund your marriage. How cruel can you be? That you'll take an orphan's money to fund a frivolous thing. I didn't say don't get married, I didn't ask you a single question. Why then are you punishing me?" I furiously wipe tears that gathered on my lower lids. "What your money? Last time I checked, i
I keep swallowing the expensive Ben's and Jerry's ice cream we were given as souvenir at the Kamu I attended yesterday. I don't even look Abdul's way, I instead stick my short spoon for another scoop of ice cream."Can't you hear me?" I finally raise my eyes to look at him. "What did you say?" I ask stupidly. I pat myself on the back, the acting was superb."Don't sit there acting stupid Labeebah. You transferred all that money, even cancelled the account. Why kind of human does that? Ehn? Tell me. How am I supposed to pay for the wedding when you take all the money." I don't say a word, I just keep scooping the chocolatey goodness into the spoon and into my mouth next."Aren't you going to answer me?" I lean against the sofa, smiling like I didn't hear a word. He throws his hands up and leaves the room, my face changes immediately he leaves. If he were full of fake apologies, I might have listened, but slapping me over
"Was that all he said?"I hummed to my aunt as I prepared my own mixed cocktail using a fizzy non alcoholic drink. I pick the two cups and a beautiful wooden tray I use for my advertisement pictures and do the difficult to my room with my phone balanced on my ear."What do you suggest Ma?" My aunt sighs. "I'm short of words. If your uncle heard this, he'd ask you to move back home, I can condone anything but fetish things. That one is too much." I set down the tray on my filming table and sit in the brown leather chair."I do not know what to do Ma. Tired is an understatement for how I feel. He keeps showing me sides to him everyday, I'm scared for my own life." I sigh. Putting down the cocktail cup cover I was holding."Just be careful. Since you said you use camera in your room, keep using it till you find another apartment." I shut my eyes in tiredness. "But Ma, I paid for this house, with my mone
If I remembered today was the wedding, I might not have stepped a foot outside the house then. But then, I could not have taken delivery of the sinasir and soup I sent for. "So, how are you faring?" I sigh and lean against the fire escape railing, electricity went out earlier so the elevator isn't working.I could have avoided questions like this from my one-floor-up neighbor. "I'm fine. I need to pay the delivery person, so please excuse me." I turn and climb the stairs to the last floor, taking the back into the door room lobby. "Hello." I greet the delivery person. "Ma, good afternoon, oh my goodness. It's you." I smile at the young lady who doesn't look older than my twenty four years. "Yes, it's me." I smile wid
"Why didn't you refill the gas cylinder? What kind of human being are you?" I shift the chinese food package in my left hand to my right, while I went out to get food, Abdul and his new wife came home."I didn't even know it finished." He looks at me murdereously, making me smirk, I didn't even know that anything of that sort was happening."Well, you can call the all night service, they'll bring gas as long as you have money." The amarya comes out of her room, scratch that; mine and Abdul's former room. I click a glance in her direction, just saying the salam. She gives me a look that immediately makes me wish I had kept quiet and walked away at the same time."Ab darling, is this her? The Uwargida?" She wrinkles her little nose and walks to Abdul's side, putting an arm around him and I watch Abdul do the same."Yes my dear, that's her. She's Labeebah Sheriff." Amarya sniffs and wrinkles her lips. "