"Good evening Ma" he went on his knees and greeted when Ammi walked into the sitting room. He was wearing white kaftan this time around, with a cap perched on his head.
"Good evening Taariq, get up and sit. Make yourself comfortable." she said, sitting down on the three seater.
"Thank you Ma"
"How are you?" "I'm fine Ma" "How is everything?" "Alhamdulillah Ma" it was funny how he continuously repeated Ma and sat at the edge of his seat. Was Ammi that intimidating, or was he just nervous was what I didn't know.
"So, are you from this State?"
"No Ma, I'm from Bauchi, I live in Kaduna and school in Plateau. I came to Adamawa for my industrial attachment and I stay with my mother's younger sister" he explained and left me reciting the states and capitals in my mind.
"I see. That mean
