Beginnings and Endings

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Don't follow bad company Don't have bad friends Bad friends Bad friends Bad Bad Those were the only words ringing in head. I could remember them but I couldn't use them Why? Because it's too late. How I'm I going to tell my mother that..... I'm pregnant. It sounds absurd as I'm even saying it. I was looking at the pregnancy test I took which was on my night stand when I felt a hand on my shoulder, my mother was right there with tears brimming. "I... I...I was knocking but you weren't answering" she stuttered. I just looked at her with all emotions I could feel while her eyes were on that particular object on the night stand. Regret Sadness Anger Remorse "Is this what I think it is?" She said when I didn't answer. Ohh no! I'm screwed. "Layla, I'm talking to you." "Mama, I don't know when or how it happened." My head bent in shame. I couldn’t look up to see the look in her eyes. "Just tell me is that a pregnancy test? "she said it as if tasting a poison. Her voice was low and raspy with tears threatening their way out. "Mama, please don't tell Baba, I will terminate it please. I kept pleading to her but it fell on deaf ears. She was just looking at me broken and shattered. Then, she uttered what I feared the most, the worst she could think. "I failed" "I failed as a mother." "I couldn't give you the best." "You have disappointed me." "What will people say?" Maybe this is not even the first time? The tears were falling like a river. Her hiccups were loud. The breath in take were short and fast with her chest moving in sync. "Mama, I'm sorry, please forgive me. I earnestly said. I want to terminate the pregnancy." "The more you talk, the more you aggravate me so just shut up. If I hear abortion again, I'm going to squeeze you till you're no longer here. Shameless girl. You're going to keep the baby. You shall lie on the bed that you laid." "What baby?" They all turned, lo and behold! Baba just came back from work at the wrong time. He was standing at the threshold with his hands crossed over his chest. Mama just shook her head indicating nothing and I looked at the floor while my body was in euphoria. "What's nothing? I heard baby, and the rest. Just look at you faces, all botched up and you tell me nothing. Just tell me because so help me God if I find out, I can be nice and I can be nasty."said in all seriousness. He looked between us, the mother daughter duo, waiting expectantly for any sort of explanation. "Ehn, I'm listening." I was fidgeting in my sit thinking about what mama will tell him. Just then I heard him yelled, "What's this?" I looked at where he was pointing at and realized we left the kit where mama sat. Ya Salam, I done for. "It's a pregnancy test."mama answered "For who?" There was a long and awkward silence in the room before he asked again. "Maryam, Are you pregnant?" Mama shook her head. "Then it's for who?" He grumpily asked. "Your daughter.", her voice was a little above a whisper but we could hear it loud and clear because of the weight of what she said. I took a sharp breath and looked away with a heavy heart, I can't look at them. "Which one? I have only one daughter, she's still in level 2 and yet to me married." He was playing the dumb card but she knew better, it was the silence before the storm. "That same one. Layla Abdullah, your one and only daughter." She spat hatefully but I couldn't blame her. Who will love me when I hate my self also. "No, not my Laylee. My innocent laylee, my baby. Not her." He cried "Yes her. I couldn't believe her too but the kit doesn't lie and I've noticed a few changes in her also. What are we going to do now. " Past "Layla, wakey wakey." I heard my mother singing. "You know you are going to resume today koh. Have you finished packing?Did you put the bowl in the bag where you kept the bucket? " Mama, being the concerned mother that she is has been asking and looking around for all my things. I got admission into this private university, Igbinedion university, Okada in Benin state and I'll be leaving for today. I live in Abuja with my father Abdullah Abbas, my mother Maryam Malik and my brother Arman. We are a family of four filled with love and care. I am 16 years old and I just graduated from Al Amin International school, Minna. I couldn't wait to start university and the day has come but I can seem to leave my family. I'm going to miss them so much. My mother kept on advising me till I entered the car. My father and Arman were the ones taking to the airport. The whole trip to the airport, Baba kept advising me do this, do that, don't do that, stay away from boys. By the time we reached, it was already time for boarding. Baba did everything for me while I was with Arman talking about everything and anything. "Don't forget to call me everyday." Yeah, my relationship with Arman is like that. When we are together , it's bomb. When we are not, it's another story. "I will Arman. I will miss you." And then lo and behold! The tears I've been holding fell. Arman started laughing. "Look at this girl, so up till now you must cry when you're leaving home. Kina da aiki." "Armanu, stop laughing." I said sounding a little bit annoyed. "Laylee, it's time to leave." I heard Baba's voice. I turned and hugged him still sobbing lowly into his chest. "It's okay Laylee. I promise you will come back home every vacation, even if it is for a week. I love you. Allah ya miki Albarka. Now Go!" "I love you too. Ameen baba." I left for a new place, new people and new life. Will this be a good life? *********************************** "Welcome to Igbinedion university. My name is Rukkaya but you can call me Rukky rocks. I'll be your roommate for this year. Hope we get along." She's bubbly and nice but she screams danger. She's pierced almost all parts of her body. How do l know? She's wearing a really skimpy dress. She has a dragon tattoo on her chest. Wow! Her name fits perfectly. "Oh, sorry. I'm Layla, Layla Abdullah. Nice to meet you." "You too. What level are you in? " "100 level. You? " "300. Which course?" "Civil engineering. " "Wow! The brains of the room. I'm studying mass communication. " "Thanks. "I said slightly uncomfortable with the remark. I'm not actually used to complements. "No need to be shy. This is your bed, the one on the left. I'll be going out now. " "Okay, thanks. Bye." I was jet Lagged but I had to put my things where they belong because I think I have what is called An OCD. I went to the bathroom and I got the shocker of my life. It was open, the cubicles didn't have any curtains and people were showering like that, open and exposed. Astagfirullah! I said I ducked my head and proceeded into the other corner where I thought I'll find the toilets. I entered and did my business then came out and performed ablution by the sink. The hallway was full of dirt to show that a lot of people came back today. I entered our room and found a corner where I laid down my prayer mat facing the qibla which I determined using the Muslim pro app compass. When I was done with my salah, I prayed to God for guidance and above all to remember him in all that I do. Locker arranged- check Bed laid- check Room swept- check It took me an hour and half to get all this done because I'm a slow worker. I plopped on my bed face down and drifted to a world unknown to neither you nor me. Lots of love Redchilli
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