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Jadwa

Then 7 years later my dad was diagnosed with end stage cancer of the lungs and didn't live for long.............

I told Sultan everything that happened and how I started working here dropping out of school ,

"Thats my story" i said with my voice cracking

"Sorry" i said wiping my tears

"Shhh" Sultan said wiping the tears for me,

"I'm so sorry Jadwa" he whispered

I smiled and nodded

"I've been a complete jack ass to you and for that I'm sorry please forgive me" he pleaded

"Its okay" i said still smiling,

I'm so proud of myself for opening up to someone i find special to me, and also throughout the story I didn't choke on my tears and nether did he say a word,

"You miss Amal koh" he asked and i smiled nodding my head "everyday"

"Do you want to see her?" He asked making my eyes pop out of their socket

"I wish I could" I whispered

"I can take you" He blurted, I chuckled a little bit

"Even in my dreams I don't want to see Aunty Salma, not that I haven't forgiven her i have, but...."

"I understand sweetie take your time" he said holding my hand

"People can be cruel Jadwa, we all have a scar we're afraid to show the world" he stated

"Do you know that I'm a mystery child?" He asked smiling back

"Mystery?" I asked

"Yes J"

"Lots of evil has been plotted against me but as the mystery child i am, none of them got me"

"Evil?" I asked again because I'm not understanding

"God your energy makes me want to tell you things"

"Then tell me" I blurted surprised at myself

"Jadwa Jadwa Jadwa" he called smiling

"Okay let me tell you the story of how Aaban Musaddiq survived till today"

"Aaban?" I asked as if I didn't know that's his name

"C'mon Jadwa I have plenty names" he jokingly said

"Its a similar story to yours Jadwa, only that I'm the target here"

I kept quiet waiting for him to lead the way because i was so anxious to know about him........

"Every king needs a heir to the throne so when it was taking so long for my dads wives to produce a male child, the king married my mother and her first pregnancy she got me and for some unknown reason she lost the ability to even get pregnant again,"

"Her co wives never hide the fact that they hated her so my mother know how to keep her distance for the safety of herself and also me,

When i turned 2, Umma Laraba the second wife started coming close to my mother trying to gain her trust which in some way happened because my mother is a working woman so instead of baby sitters and all she taught leaving me with Umma Laraba was the best choice, besides she's also my mother,

I was just 2 so I can't remember everything but i heard i fell down the stairs one day and hit my head on Umma Laraba's watch so that was when my mum stopped leaving me with Umma Laraba,

We got different maids then just to take care of me little did my mum know that they were all Ummah Jamila and laraba's minions,

She either meet me with a bleeding nose or wound somewhere everyday so when I started growing and understanding the torture i always cry whenever she's leaving me with them or I refuse to let go of her,

One day she came and met me eating on the floor and that was when she chased all the maids and got new ones but still nothing changed,

When she decided to take care of me herself getting rid of every maid in the house and not allowing anyone to take me even Mami that was when I started falling sick almost everyday,

I started nursery here in Zaria which was the worst idea because people want to see me die,

I started having trust issues at a very young age which wasn't good for me at all, or so my mum said,

I started hallucinating and seeing illusions in the night, i know I wasn't hallucinating but my mum made me believe i was,

When I started acting like a psychopath that was when my mum started loosing it too,

She decided that the palace was not safe for me now so we moved back to Abuja where I started primary school,

Quran recitation in the house became a daily routine because what was happening was more of a spiritual thing,

Every Friday we went to jigawa and come to abuja either sunday or monday, just to make whatever was happening to stop completely because it was draining me and my mum out,

"Mama i dont know what is happening" my mum says to my grandma weeping,

"Allah is above who so ever wants to see this boy dead" my grandma convinced her

Because of this issue my mum got hypertension,

I became like a mad person because i see things no one see, I could just be sitting down one minute and the next time I'm running from someone or something,

I know who was behind all this but as if there was a power in me that never allows me say the persons or rather people's names,

Finally my grandma got a solution after a very long time,

The Quran recitation was never to be stopped, i have to drink and also bath with some weird things and i never eat food like a normal person because even in the food some weird herbs have to be added,

Things started reducing and the king thought the best idea at this time is to go back to London with my mum and stay till further notice,

That was how we went back to London and my life changed completely,

All what was happening to me stopped but all the medications never stopped because my mum was very scared of the situation,

With time I finally got the power to tell my mum everything,

I left nigeria since when i was 7 and never stepped foot here till I turned 25,

I isolated myself from every one not because of anything but because i was still scared and trusting people is actually the hardest thing for me to do right now,

Some memories escaped but others didn't, and what i learnt from everything was that no one in the world loves me apart from my mother because she really went through a lot for me and that is why i never want to see her sad for a bit,

"Im not arrogant or mean Jadwa, if you walked in my shoes I'm very sure you'll be in tears everyday" he said smiling weakly

I felt somehow bad for judging him but yeah I didn't deserve to be treated that way too,

"I'm so sorry" i said but he stopped me

"No need to be jadwa, do you know what karma is?" He asked gently massaging my hand

"No" I replied

"What comes around goes around" he explained

"Huh?"

"Yeah Jadwa, if you do good, definitely good must come back to you, and if you do bad, well that shall come back to haunt you as well"

I smiled nodding my head because what he was saying is actually making so much sense,

"So tell me more about Amal" he said sitting up right

I smiled and didn't even know when I started blabbing for a very long time till he checked the time and saw that it was late so we decided to call it a night............

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