Salam alaikum woramotulai wobarakatu. Greetings to all Muslim brothers and sisters in the house.
This is my first attempt in writing something, all I need is corrections and advice.
Abuklaw, where are you?

The new breeze blew in through partially opened window. Crow of a cock could be heard behind their old muddy house of six bedrooms. She tossed from left to right side of sleeping mat she slept on with her only son.


She sat up and rested her back on the wall. Aliya starred at her sleeping son on the floor with excitement and new hope. Umar was five years of age. "today is going to be another chapter of our life" she thought to herself. The first step towards achieving her goal and the foundation for his future. She sworn in her mind to give it all it took to make that foundation strong as much as it could.


Umar gave a little wince as ever clever and disturbing creatures of night were sucking blood from his slim body. Aliya tried to kill those mosquitoes but they had already gone. She sprung up and pulled Him up as he robbed his face and yawned. It was going to be his first day in school finally.

Ashiat39:
Salam alaikum woramotulai wobarakatu. Greetings to all Muslim brothers and sisters in the house.
This is my first attempt in writing something, all I need is corrections and advice.
Abuklaw, where are you?

That will be an interesting read. I'll be here with you till the end.

Kindly make your post regular so we don't lose interest midway.

It's been a while, hope you've been faring well?

Ashiat39:
The new breeze blew in through partially opened window. Crow of a cock could be heard behind their old muddy house of six bedrooms. She tossed from left to right side of sleeping mat she slept on with her only son.


She sat up and rested her back on the wall. Aliya stirred at her sleeping son on the floor with excitement and new hope. Royaan was five years of age. "today is going to be another chapter of our life" she thought to herself. The first step towards achieving her goal and the foundation for his future. She sworn in her mind to give it all it took to make that foundation strong as much as it could.


Umar gave a little wince as ever clever and disturbing creatures of night were sucking blood from his slim body. Aliya tried to kill those mosquitoes but they had already gone. She sprung up and pulled Him up as he robbed his face and yawned. It was going to be his first day in school finally.

We don't become experts by not trying; we become wizard because we keep doing. Give it all it takes on this one and the subsequent ones will just easy.

Corrections

Aliya starred**

You've mentioned Royyan and Umar as new school goers. Does that mean there are two sons or that is a mistake?

Abuklaw:
We don't become experts by not trying; we become wizard because we keep doing. Give it all it takes on this one and the subsequent ones will just easy.

Corrections

Aliya starred**

You've mentioned Royyan and Umar as new school goers. Does that mean there are two sons or that is a mistake?

Alhamdulillah, thank you so much my bros, I'm really happy for this word of encouragement, jesakumlahu khaira.


That was one of my mistakes. I will correct it asap

Abuklaw:
That will be an interesting read. I'll be here with you till the end.

Kindly make your post regular so we don't lose interest midway.

It's been a while, hope you've been faring well?

I will try my best.

I am perfectly okay

The Reigning King college


The environment was very quiet aside from occasional discussion from classes that could be heard. Umar looked around and was impressed at the beauty and arc structure of the school. He observed that different flowers were actually planted to different places.

Varieties of Rose flowers such as red rose, white rose, purple and so on were planted to adored the front of the classrooms. He also sighted rosy spine and sky rocket flowers at both sides of pavements narrowed down to offices. Thanks to their neighbour's son who usually brought calendars for them to play. That was where he had seen and memorized their name with his friends.

Umar, hand in hand with his mother, worked further into school premises and was appalled at the feelings it brought to him. He couldn't help the smile that cracked his face at the sight of what seemed as a new world to him. He chuckled a little and lifted his face to meet his mother's smiling face.

He knew that his mother was only person that always bring him happiness and satisfaction. He sworn in his mind never to make his mother cry

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In a very spacious room, beautifully decorated with various wallpapers, posters and calendars. A woman in her early forties sat on the chair behind a large official table. A lots of files but neatly arranged with some stationery occupied both sides of the table. She was fair in complexion, slim body with a round face. She had her hair plaited in corn roll. Her name was Mrs Okeleye Aanuoluwa, the headmistress of the school.

The door was slightly opened and entered a young lady of about twenty three years of age in a sky blue suit and a black pair of shoe. She bowed a little.

"good morning Ma" she greeted.

"good morning Miss Aisha, how are you?" Mrs Okeleye responded.

"fine Ma"

"how was your holiday?"

"it was splendid ma" "how about yours" she added with a smile.

"We thank God" she answered excitedly.

"I want you to duplicate this new timetable for this session into eight copies and distributed it to all the classrooms and the offices" she handed it to her. Miss Aisha took it by slightly bent down and worked out of the office.

Mrs Okeleye was busy with next file on her table when she noticed two people walked into her office. "Good morning ma" Aliya greeted as she came closer to Mrs Okeleye. The headmistress lifted her gaze to see a thirty six year old woman with a baggy eyes and wrinkle on her face. She was black, not too tall and not too short. "good morning, how may I help you mam?" she replied.

The woman smiled shyly still holding her son while standing. The head mistress pointed to chairs in her front for the woman to sit on with her son. She sat down and muttered "thank you" to the head mistress and smiled again. It was then Mrs Okeleye spotted a gap between her front teeth. Despite her old look, she was still beautiful somehow.

"My name is Aliya and this is Umar, my only son. I want him to be admitted to this school, that is why I'm here ma."Aliya responded bringing back the other woman from her thought.

Mrs Okeleye looked at Aliya with kind of unbelievable gaze. Aliya wondered what might have wrong in what she had said or still, it could be her dressing the woman was worried about. She readjusted her cloth.

"what make you think you are going to afford the fees?" the head mistress queried her.

"I am determined to give it all it takes just to see that my son has a standard education which I want but couldn't get.
Even if it meant to be another person's slave to finance his education or do any odd job, I'm ready to go any length to take good care of my son" Aliya said with a shaky voice already had water forming in her eyes.

Mrs Okeleye shook her head in pity and wondered what could have make Aliya to be so emotional over simple question. The woman's display of emotion prompted her to ask more question.

"what happen to you madam" she asked while holding the woman's right hand with hers.

Aliya's body shook violently as she remembered the most painful memory of her life. She had tried to forget every thing and concentrated on making future but that crazy memory surely knew how to pop up whenever she was happy or alone. She later realised that she has to live with it.

She fought back the tears that were threaten to fall down. Unfortunately, she failed as the tears fell down in torrent. She swallowed thick bitter saliva down throat.

She looked straight into the woman holding her in the eyes "it was a long story which I don't wish to discuss now" she said eventually.

All this while, Umar was looking at the two woman. Even though he did not understand what was making his mother cry, he knew that it was not a palatable event to make it unadressable.

He shifted uncomfortably where he sat on. Seeing his mother in that state usually make his bowel heat up.

Everywhere became deadly silent. Their teacher was baffled as to what might make the ever noisy class turned to grave yard. Then, murmuring followed with laughter. All the teacher's effort to control them did not yield any result. He was going out of patience when a student pointed to the entrance of the class.

Umar stood still, unable to move any further. He could not feel any weight on his leg. They refuse to carry out their function again as they seemed dead. He had his head bowed. He clang tightly to the second hand school bag his mother had gotten for him in preparation for his schooling to hide his disquietness. How he wish his mother had followed him like yesterday. After what happened day before, the head mistress had accepted to help Umar as much as she could.


He was interviewed and confirmed fitted to be in primary in lieu of nursery classes because of his intelligence and his smartness. He was more than excited. The happiness could not even allowed him to doze not to talk of sleeping. He was busy telling his mother how active and relevant he was going to be in school, how hard he was going to work and how bold he was going to be. But here he was, in front of the class, rooted in a spot unable to move.


He was aware of many eyes on him and the sound of the teacher's shoe which was drawing nearer to him. He didn't move an inch from where he stood.

The man bent down to level with Umar, he lifted his head.

"Jimoh Umar?" he tried to remember his name as had been informed about the new student that will be in his class day before.

"yes" he answered with a nod trying his best to hold the teacher's gaze as it was making him more uncomfortable.

"ok, my name is Mr. Obadagbagbe I am your class teacher. You can call me Obas. He added with a smile to ease his going tension

He straightened himself and took him by his hand. He dragged him to the front of the class as the latter forcefully moving his stiffed legs.

Other students looked on bewildered as they watched situational irony unfolding. They had expected their teacher to send the new student in over size white shirt and green trouser back to his parent to get a fitted one like theirs but here is that teacher holding and walking the same student to the front of the class.

"hello student" he said to get full attention of the students.

"hello sir" they responded in unison.

"This is Jimoh Umar, a new student as at now. And I want you to accept him as friend and partner, understand?"

"yes sir" they chorus.

The teacher pointed to Kemi's direction where an empty seat was available.

He was conscious of different gazes on him with silence that accompanied him to his seat.

He dropped his bag and sat down gently. He selected one of his new books, ready for the coming lesson.

Deep down within him, he knew that something is awaiting him. But good or bad, he knew not

He clutched his little basket firmly ensuring it didn't slip his hand. He wend his way sluggishly until he sighted his mother coming out of the kitchen. He used all the remnant power left in him to run to her embrace.

Mother and son held each other tightly with passion and emotions. Aliya has missed her son's present badly likewise Umar. He could perceive smoke in his mother's cloth. He knew that his mother must have been cooking in their old cooking house at the right hand Side of their building.

Aliya detached from him and led him inside. She redress him in casual outing.

After she had done with everything, she set their lunch. She had prepared his favourite food of Ekuru with cold pap.

She was bewildered at speed at which her son was eating. She thought about different possibility of the causes but could not laid her hand on any one because he was giving more than enough food to school.

"how was your school?" she asked out of confusion. Hoping to get answer to her puzzle

"fine ma" he answered conscious of his eating manner and readjusted it. He noticed the confusing look his mother was giving him, he knew that he needed to give more information.

"we did six subjects. Everything was very simple especially, land preparation in Agricultural science" he said with smile.

"Really?" she asked with a grin.

"yes mummy. I even have a new friends today, one of them is Kola"

"wow! Thats interesting" she exclaimed happily.

Umar hurriedly finished his bowl and packed all the empty plates for wash in a bide to avoid more questions from his mother. Deep down in his mind, he knew that sweet and sour, he had experience both in his first day in school but he intentionally keep the other episode to himself.

His memory replayed what had happened to him. Everything had been going normal until the teacher asked a question to which the suppose brilliant student in class, Kemi, was unable to give answer to but was answered by him.

That was where the hatred had set in. The next thing he saw was Kemi hijacking his food and threw it away. She smiled and mock him as "too know" boy.

It really saddened him seriously. When he wanted to report her to their teacher, Kola was the one who double-crossed him. He advised him against it as everybody knew Kemi as a spoit kid. Her mother usually comes to school and pointed accusing finger to any teacher who dare lay his/her hands her daughter and even threatened to sue him/her to court.

It was Kola's advice that make him succumbed. That was how they started their friendship and play together till break was over. He even shared his new found friend's mince pie.

He was confused at how he could experienced pique and pleasantness the same day.


After he has finished washing, he flew out of the house towards their playing ground forgetting everything that has happened. Tomorrow is another day. He thought to himself.

I tink I need little break. My update is going to come slowly because I'm having eyes problem recently. Thank you for the view any way.