I Am Able - S01 E10

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I Am Able - S01 E10

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 10

Yusuf.

After so much drama with Dr Marwan, I was finally home. Could you believe despite wasting my time by staying till evening and helping him with his bag to the parking lot he still refused to reconsider me? I wonder what kind of heartless human being he was. Well, I had given up. If I fail his course again I still had two more years to reseat for it. Smiles!

The house was quiet today, the drama queen and our father weren’t around. It was only our mother and the maids. After taking shower, I went to the dining room and ate dinner before expiating all the prayers that I had missed.

After that, I wore my nightwear about sleeping when my system beeped. It was a notification sound, so I walked over to it and then pulled it open. Hence, I saw an update from DailyTrust.

“Alhaji Bulama of Bulama Cooperation visited burnt down factory with wife, daughter and nephew. — Reported by Khadijah Sa’id Jagaba”

I had been investigating on the factory ever since the incidence, which was why I made sure I subscribed to different news sites in order to get all the information I needed.

Despite the sleep on my face, I still decided to read more of the news. There was no picture attached to it though, which made the news somehow bored. I wanted to see the face of Alhaji Bulama, how his loss took its toll on him. He was so successful in cement market before, so autocratic but wasn’t boastful.

“Ever since the Bulama Cooperation’s biggest and main factory burnt down into ashes, the company has lose its cement market to its main rival, DAF Limited. People have suspected DAF for Bulama’s misfortune but has no credible evidence to prove their accusations yet…”

I gulped and continue reading.

“However, DAF acting C.E.O, Jasraa Dolari have recently made a tweet on her twitter account saying; ‘Condolences to our biggest rival’s loss, the Dolari And Family Limited is sad also about it’. She also added her old time picture with the Bulama’s nephew saying; ‘Once a friend, always a friend. Your loss is also my loss, Munir’…”

Just after reading it, I slammed the system and quickly swiped to her Twitter profile with my phone to confirm it. And unfortunately, it was true. I didn’t even know when I called her. “Jasraa, why that tweet? You once told me you are over him fa!” I said as soon as she picked the call. “And is he really Bulama’s nephew?”

“Kai, he’s Bulama’s nephew for sure. And about our relationship status, he’s just a friend right now!” She said and quickly terminated the call.

Thus, I found myself mulling over what she said. She was Munir’s girlfriend, they did high school together in Capetown and had dated for long before they finally broke up. She vowed not to ever forgive him for what he did to her but here she was, befriending him again…

If really Munir was Bulama’s nephew, then my sister was up to something. What if she was planing to use him or had already been using him to… wait a minute, the day Bulama lost its factory my sister had jubilated with my father. She said it was a victory, but how? Was she and Munir behind the burnt factory? If yes, how? I huffed leaning my head on the chair’s headrest. And that was how I eventually slept.

The following day I woke up so exhausted. I went to the bathroom, performed ablution and prayed before taking a warm bath and going to the dining room for breakfast. While we silently eat, my sister kept swiping through her phone until our mother seized it from her and yelled at her. “Haba Jasraa, this is too much!”

“Toh Mommy ina ruwanki? Ni fa kina samun zafi fa. Why are you always disturbing my life ne?” She stood about leaving the dining when our mother halted her and gave her a fine slap.

“Ni kike gaya ma ba dadi, Jasraa? I am your mother, don’t forget that!” Our mother said.

“You’re Yusuf’s mother not mine!” She said and without hesitation left the dining area in tears.

Just then, a fresh argument broke between our father and our mother. The former was trying to defend Jasraa while the latter was trying to prove him wrong. At last, our mother bursted into tears and left the dining island as well.

“Yusuf, go and cuddle your mother” He said.

“Okey” I stood and headed to her room but it was locked. “Mum, it’s me. Open the door…”

“No, Yusuf. Please go!” She squealed.

“No mum, I am going no where until you open the door for me please…” I kept imploring her until eventually she opened the door for me. I didn’t even know when I hugged her. “I am sorry, mum. I couldn’t do anything out there”

“No, it’s okey” She muttered. And as soon as we averted from each other she wiped off her tears and walked me to a couch. “Your father is really spoiling Jasraa, someone that supposed to get married already but look at her, all that she knows is company. What will she tell Allah if she ended up dying this way please Yusuf?”

“Hellfire, straight!” I said with a smirk.

“Yes, but my daughter will not go to hell. I will try my best and make sure she turns to Allah before it becomes too late for her” She said.

“How, mum?” I puzzled.

“The same way I will make sure you stop drinking and smoking” She uttered and continued. “Through prayer and fasting”

That moment, I felt like I was carrying the whole world on my head. I felt ashamed of myself. Perhaps I should cease looking at people’s defects and start looking at mine!

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