DIARY OF A PLAYBOY

Aisha

Chapter Four

On a glorious sun drenched Saturday afternoon, I got to see the same girl in a pink long hijab and a black niqab covering her face as usual, Aisha, a daughter to the renowned Imam of the central mosque, I said to myself, 'its now or never' as I'm someone who mostly play my tricks on religious ladies, slowly, I walked towards her, I started with the calm full greetings, (peace be upon you, my name is Musdeen), I knew deep down this was a chance for me to break the ice, I felt it was impossible for her not to respond and yes, she did respond with a melodious voice that kept on resonating in my head all day long, without wasting time, I asked of her name and the next thing that follows was her saying, I seriously don't know what you want and the only thing that really matters to me right now is getting to my worshiping place early, if you've been to one, you should understand how the instructors can be, at that moment I knew getting this lady won't be easy, I will have to put in alot of pressure as I badly want to prove a point to my friends, she just had to be in my ladies lists count, immediately I said to her, ''will I get to see you again?'', there was this awkward energy around us, I've never dealt with someone so religious, a part of me felt like I messed up already, when suddenly she uttered, when you pray tonight, pray that the Almighty let you and Aisha cross paths again, and she walked off.

Hello soothing rain of July, looks like my prayers were answered, she giggled, ''it's a pleasure meeting you again Musdeen", when she called my name, I felt really proud like someone who just won a lottery, knowing that soon my aim will be achieve, I could see it in her eyes that she really wanted to know alot about me, so I introduced myself without her even asking, this time serving her everything on a plate, my name is Musdeen, my profession is to strike a smile on your face, my hubby is to listen to how you giggle every single time under your niqab (a veil or a piece of scarf Muslim women use to cover their face, leaving only their eyes open), my dream and greatest desire is to one day unveil your beautiful face, she laughed, I could clearly hear her voice, as we slowly walked down the aisle of a serene narrow road, she said, ''are you always this funny or is this your style of flirting with girls?'' I whispered to myself, did she just call me a flirt! I couldn't answer as I immediately requested for her number which she gladly wrote it on my palm, strongly telling me not to call until I got a text from her, at exactly 8:35pm, a message popped 'call me' from her, all of a sudden there was this spontaneous voltage that ran through my body, I called her, we had a very long conversation, I started by telling her how she meant the world to me, ''Aisha, you are so beautiful as when the stars grace the sky at night, you are everything and more any guy would ever pray for, if only I was a mirror it will be a major achievement to see your reflection on me", she was calm and quiet as I said all this memorized punchlines, I asked her if I could see her the next day, she was uncertain about our meeting because her dad will not let her go out for no genuine reason, I had to persuade her with my sweet words to come meet me by 4:00pm, her usual Islamiyyah time (a place Muslim go for their religious studies), at 3:30pm, I was already waiting for her at the junction of her house, she walked elegantly towards me, oh my! I was never serious with her but I must say, Aisha is someone who makes wearing the hijab a total new style of fashion, it amazes me to see her without the niqab, we spent so much time together until a particular day she invited me to her house, very unlikely, she was seated with her cousin, Abubakar, a brother to Faiza whom I dumped after promising to marry her, that very moment I knew its over between me and Aisha, I quickly had my way out and block every means of communication but still cherishing just one night of magic with her, that night where all I wanted to do was to kiss her but I could not come up with the best way to go about it, I noticed she was tipsy in the way she talked, her eyes were like pools of bejeweled water, I kissed her on her rossy pink lips, I held her by her hair, her hair was as soft as the clouds, it was an intense moment for the both of us, after the whole moment of bliss she looked at me and smiled, the type that releases both dimples giving her a different kind of beauty, and when she said, ''I thought it was going to take you forever to kiss me", only then I knew, I got the Imam's daughter within reach. Truly, I had my time and moments as all what is gonna resonates around her brain is the promise I made of getting married to her, now, I started a new life in a small village, a place within the north coastlines of huge mountains, for me, what I had was just cruise as since then I have already had my ways with Maryam and Asma'u, daughters to a renowned politicians, game on.