SofiaAmrozia:
I gotta say, i'm hooked. MattKENT, have u by chance watch Smallville, me n my entire klas had a hugecrush on dat KENT character. Nice work guy

Thanks Sofia. Yes I watched it but never finished it. I can understand why

Mattkent:

Thanks Sofia. Yes I watched it but never finished it. I can understand why

U're welcome. I gat a question tho, are u tellin the story frm sadiq's point of view, or frm an omniscient point of view?

SofiaAmrozia:

U're welcome. I gat a question tho, are u tellin the story frm sadiq's point of view, or frm an omniscient point of view?

Its from an omniscient pov.

“Your dad is suppose to be here to assist me in divulging this to you” his mother began.

His father's work was very demanding, and sometimes he had to make some sacrifices, sacrifices which involved getting an unexpected call to travel for important business trips. He is a rich business man. Actually a billionaire; that’s if you count all the properties he own around the globe.

Inspite of his riches he still worked extremely hard like a poor man and one would begin to wonder if he was really rich or not.

But one person that is doing very fine financially too is his wife; Mrs. Animashaun. She is also a business woman and travels frequently to Dubai, Italy, Paris and China.

So what was the important news she wanted to tell him which she needed the presence of Mr. Animashaun?

It was an important news indeed. And it goes way back to when Sadiq was given birth to. Sadiq was given birth to in a village situated in kwara state.

During that time it was mandatory for every traditional ruler to check what his child was going to become, whether the child would bring favor to the kingdom or destruction.

The village seer was summoned to perform this task as always. He was an aged man dressed in rags and leafs.

Sadiq’s father compound was filled up that morning as villagers rushed in to see what future awaited this new born creature. The seer sat down on his mat and began his incantations.

Usually it took him several minutes to see the child’s future, but on this day he sat for hours and the nosy villagers got tired eventually, some dispersed while few who were neighbors stayed behind.

Finally the seer smiled…he frowned abit and then an horrorful expression hung on his face. He repeated the incantation and gesticulations that seemed to have worked and the expressions on his face were the same three expressions he had exhibited earlier… a smile…a frown…and a horrorful look.

When he was quite sure that he had seen Sadiq’s future he proclaimed;

“This one is a hard one to read but i have read him”.

“What did you see, seer?” Sadiq’s father asked.

I must read this,coming back in a bit.Welldone and thnks for the invite dear.

Flakkydagirl:
I must read this,coming back in a bit.Welldone and thnks for the invite dear.

Thanks... Will be expecting ur feedback.

Mattkent:


Thanks... Will be expecting ur feedback.

Nice story line,seems like i'm going to be an ardent follower.Just some brushes here and there anyway.

Keep it on.

Anxiously waiting for d next update

heemah:
Anxiously waiting for d next update

Welcome onboard. Glad to have a new reader

Waiting 4 d nxt update!

Maggielovely:
Waiting 4 d nxt update!

Here it comes. And glad to have you here.

“What did you see, seer?” Sadiq’s father asked.

Chewing his kolanut the seer replied, “I saw three things. This child here….” He said, pointing to the little baby Sadiq who was on his mother’s arm. “I saw three things happen to him, one made me smile while the remaining two made me cry for him!”

At this point Sadiq’s mother was alarmed and his father was at the edge of his chair demanding the seer to speak and stop speaking in parables or whatever he was speaking in.

“I smiled because i saw him become very wealthy and successful and all was at his feet. But i frowned because you two were no longer his parents, he disowned this family, he left you for another family” he said.

By this time the neighbors were murmuring.

“And worse i saw something catastrophic happen to him, and it was
all blank after that. And usually when we see dark, we seers attribute it to ‘death’!” concluded the seer.

An uproar erupted, Sadiq’s mother was devastated and her husband drove the crowd out of his compound. Some were still peeping through the open spaces inbetween the bamboo fence, trying to eavesdrop to what the seer was telling the unfortunate parents.

“Let’s go inside” Mr. Animashaun ordered the seer.

It was a long day and the advice the seer gave them was that they were going to start seeing signs soon, and when they do, they should do what they think is best.

The first sign appeared when Sadiq was still a toddler. There was an Hausa family that stayed directly opposite their house, they were also good friends of the family. Mrs. Animashaun noticed that Sadiq always crawled to this neighbor’s house all the time. And one day Sadiq called the woman ‘mama’.

The moment Sadiq mom told her husband, he told her to pack up, and they left for the city; Lagos. Years later when Sadiq’s mom visited her village, she was informed that her neighbors left the village as well, almost as soon as they left. That was the same
time she found Asma’u at her door step.

A little strange isn’t it? Or not!

“Do you hate us? Have you ever thought of running away from us?” his mother asked him after she had finished her narration.

“No i don’t hate you, and i will never leave you, ever!” cried Sadiq, hugging his mother inorder to hide the tears that had formed in his eyes.

He had thought the shoe had dropped when Vanessa failed to reply him, but now the shoe really has fallen!

Imagine being told how your life will end even before it started. Just as his mother exited his room, an object hit his window. He got closer to the window and there was Vanessa staring from her room. Her phone was by her ear and a second later Sadiq’s phone started ringing.

Picking the call he remained silent.

“Hey” she said.

He remained silent.

“Atleast say something” she said, forgetting that she was the one who should say something.

“I don’t have anything to say. What about you, have you?” he asked.

Vanessa remained silent for some seconds, “No i don’t” she replied.

“Good night Vanessa" and Sadiq ended the call. They stared at each other for a minute and drew down their curtains almost at the same time. That moment they realized that everything was never
going to be the same again.

I am not a seer or anything, but i knew this was going to happen.
And you guys are my witness; i did try to warn Sadiq not to say those words. A little lesson for you kids. Good night kids and enjoy the nightmares.

mattkent








continue...

Better come back here mattkent. Lolz. Biko!!
Btw, Omoshelwa, na your face be this? We no even see your green light for Roomates..Pls nah..

heemah:
Better come back here mattkent. Lolz. Biko!!
Btw, Omoshelwa, na your face be this? We no even see your green light for Roomates..Pls nah..

You mean you've read all my previous post?

“Here, i picked this out for you personally” Asma’u said the next morning, giving the little blue journal to Sadiq. “You could pen down all the interesting things about kano so i can read it”

Sadiq’s flight was early that morning. His father had called to wish him a safe flight and apologized for not being around.

It didn’t matter to Sadiq, all he wanted to do was flee away from this environment for two weeks or better still a week, and come back rejuvenated. He tried as much as possible not to think about Vanessa but he couldn’t help peeping through the window blind in his room to see if she was doing the same.

But she wasn’t.

“Come soon” Asma’u whispered to Sadiq after they had gotten to Murtala Muhammed airport.

“I will. I promise” he hugged her, walked to the departure line and soon disappeared.

He might be happy to escape to Kano now but that doesn’t necessarily mean he will be happy when he gets there!

Pack your bags kids…we are taking a trip to Kano! Bon voyage!

Sadiq had a thick hood on. He had googled Kano and read that it
was very cold by this time of the year.

Actually it was sometimes extremely hot with dust during the day and really cold during the night and early morning.
Well let’s officially welcome Sadiq to Kano and hope he enjoys the harsh harmattan.

He hitched his backpack up on his shoulder as he walked through the arrival section and dialed the number his mom had given him.

“Good morning Anty. Sadiq on the line”

“Good morning Sadiq. Are you at the airport?”

“Yes ma.”

“That’s great. My son; Kazim is waiting for you at the arrival section”.

Anty was Sadiq’s mother friend. They attended the same university at Zaria and had been friends ever since then. Each time Mrs. Animashaun visited Kano for anything it was at Anty’s place she would lodge.

Anty had visited Lagos on two occasions and Sadiq knew her.
Sadiq finally sighted a young man about his age, probably two to three years older displaying a placard with the name ‘SADIQ’.

“Hi. i am Sadiq” he said to the young man who should probably be Anty’s son.
The young man lowered the placard and shooked hands with Sadiq,

“I am Kazim. And you are Sadiq from Lagos right?”

“Yes.” Replied Sadiq.

“Welcome. How was your flight? And where are your luggages?”

Kazim looked around.

“I have none. I have everything i need in my backpack. I am just going to be here for two weeks” assured Sadiq.

Good one. Oliver twist

Interesting, really anxious to know what awaits Sadiq. Kudos.

princessadeola:
Good one. Oliver twist

Thanks barbie girl

Missmossy:
Interesting, really anxious to know what awaits Sadiq. Kudos.

Thanks. I promise you won't be disappointed.

Mattkent:


You mean you've read all my previous post?

Yeah. Waiting for moreeeeeee

Hm....hmm....hmmm. Nice one. #following#

heemah:

Yeah. Waiting for moreeeeeee

And more you will get

debdave:
Hm....hmm....hmmm.
Nice one.
#following#

Thanks. Good to have you here

Kazim offered to carry his backpack for him as they made for the car but Sadiq declined and thanked him.
“Just two weeks! You must really loathe north?”

Sadiq didn’t know if he should confess right away. But anyway he was surprisingly impressed with Kazim’s fluent english. And he thought who ever said the northerners weren’t good in english haven’t met Kazim.

“Not that i do. There is someone i left behind” he confessed but vaguely.

“Oh so there is a girl?” asked Kazim, reversing the car.

“Something like that” was Sadiq’s vague reply. He pulled out the journal Asma’u had given him and penned some things down.

Kazim was kind of cool, Sadiq thought. But Sadiq was not in the right mood to chat away. He took his time to observe the environment and it was as he had imagined it. It seemed ancient, a little.

There were kids running about, some other kids were on rags and carried plates like beggars.

I think they are called al-majiris.

Truth be said, it was not as developed as Lagos.

At least there is Kilichi and Suya.

Yummy!

Kazim did a lot of turning and bursting out of different roads till he finally stopped by a one storey building with an uncompleted balcony as the roof top of the house.

There were beautiful flowers inbetween the paved walk-way. There was no gate and there was no space between the house and the house next to it. Most of the houses were like that except a few.

“Here we are” said Kazim as they highlighted from the car. Sadiq had forgotten about the harsh weather until he opened the car door and was greeted by a sandy-breeze.

It was like the desert!
Well maybe i have exaggerated it a bit. But it was very sandy.

Sadiq felt nervous as they walked down the walk-way. This was his first time of ever leaving home. Except boarding school.

The very first time he had butterflies flying in his stomach was in high school when Vanessa first spoke to him.

Interesting, kudos Mattkent.

Mattkent:


Thanks. Good to have you here

.
Sure. No problem.
Just keep the updates steady and flowing..,if you want to see me in here ALWAYS...

Bursting out of the passage revealed a beautiful compound.

By judging the house by the front view one would think it was a small
house but it wasn’t anything near small.

Just by the left, close to the passage was a door leading to the master apartment, which was Kazim’s father apartment.

By the right just after the passage was a door leading to a single room which is fondly called bachelor room
1 and opposite it was a door at the other end leading to another single room called bachelor room 2, inbetween them was a small garden of flowers and a paved walk-way leading to another half of the house which was where Kazim was taking Sadiq to.

There were three doors. Two were opposite each other while one was at the middle of the two. The door by the left led to the kitchen while the one by the right led to the whole family room
which is mostly called mama’s room and the door by the middle was the guest room.

“This is your room. My sisters cleaned it up” Kazim opening the guest room door and holding his head up high as if glad that his sisters did a great work.

There was a small parlour with five soft cushions, a bedroom and a clean tiled bathroom.

“Smells like home” Sadiq complimented slumping on a chair.

“It certainly is” smiled Kazim. “What would you like to take?”

“Thanks i am okay. Where is everyone?” asked Sadiq.

“Anty went to a convenience store and my siblings went to school and dad is at work” explained Kazim.

“That explains why the house is so quiet” observed Sadiq

“Just wait till everyone is back home then you wouldn’t believe this was the quiet house you met this morning” commented Kazim. “So why Bayero university?”

“My parent’s choice” replied Sadiq in a conspicuous manner that revealed his despise for the choice.

“You know it’s not that bad here. Bayero University has a good repute.” Kazim had gotten the message that Sadiq wasn’t that happy to leave home. “You know what they say about Paris being the country of love, well this northern part of the country has abit of that kind of charm.”

Says who?

Sadiq had a good laugh and almost rolled on the floor. “Well we’ll see. But i fear that i won’t be able to find out because i am just going to be here for two weeks.” Sadiq reminded him.

Kazim’s face was lowered as he browsed through Sadiq’s phone and sent some APPS to his phone through xender.

Good work, but update is small o

princessadeola:
Good work, but update is small o

I will try to work on that. But not too long right?

Sadiq had the feeling that Kazim was abit offended and decided he would quit announcing about the two weeks.

“Do you have any idea when the exam is?” asked Sadiq, trying to sound neutral.

“Next week Monday. But we still have to go down to campus to confirm. Just to be sure, so you won’t miss the exam”

He had no idea that Sadiq would be extremely happy to miss the exam.

“Okay. That’s fine” replied Sadiq. He was already calculating when he would travel back home. Since the exam was seven days from now; that's next week monday, he could get on the next flight
immediately after the exam or just postpone it till the next day just to avoid being ungrateful to Anty and her family.

“You have a phone call” announced Kazim.

“Who’s the caller? Might be my mom, i haven’t called her to inform her that i have arrived safely”.

“No. Vanessa" Kazim informed him and almost immediately Sadiq withdrew his hand.

“Let it ring.” Said Sadiq. He was trying to avoid her by all means, atleast for the next few weeks till he traveled back home.

Kazim conveniently continued what he was doing after the phone had stopped ringing.

“So what do you people do around here?” Sadiq asked in an attempt to stop Kazim from asking him why he didn’t pick up the call. He didn’t want to start telling him about how he told Vanessa that he loved her and she never replied.

“Not much. The guys just do their thing, you know, make fool of ourselves in front of the girls and all” said Kazim and laughed at the idea as if he thought it was totally absurd. Sadiq smiled too and thought if only Kazim knew how he had fooled himself in front of Vanessa and her friend.

“Our ethnicity might be different but our mentality is the same” said Sadiq humorously.

“I take it you’ve fooled yourself too?” Kazim raised his eyebrow to observe Sadiq.

“Me! No…never!” lied Sadiq.

“You say it as if it is a bad thing. Anyway when you meet that one person you really like, you would go far in fooling yourself and you won’t even care. Don’t worry it will happen.”

“Maybe” muttered Sadiq.

“There’s an activity that goes on here every month. Horse racing.” Remembered Kazim.

“That’s awesome. I’d like to attend it”

“Hopefully you will” replied Kazim then added “Now you have a new message”

“Must be my mom. What does it says?”

Kazim made a face as he read the message;
“I don’t know what to say to you now,
just like i didn’t know what to say to you the day you told me that you loved me. I didn’t want to hurt you
that day by saying…………”

Sadiq grabbed his phone before Kazim
could finish reading the message.

There was a smile on Kazim’s lips as he said “It seems you did fool yourself”

Who haven’t? I know i have.

Oliver twist