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UPTOWN ESCAPADES: Diary of a Sexagenarian
#unedited Entry Three (B) “Subhanallah! What is going on here?” The babble in the room quieted when Imaam Zakariyyah marched into the room. His gaze swept across the room, no doubt wondering how/why a little over ten grown women could act so uncultured. And in a masjid at that. “I asked a question”. “She said …
UPTOWN ESCAPADES: Diary of a Sexagenarian
#unedited Entry Three Assalamu alaykum awesome reader. It’s been a while since the incident at the ‘aqeeqah and I realise that things didn’t go as planned. Something I did right however was revisiting my terms of friendship with those old crones. No one wants to stick around with disloyal people. We three are cool now …
UPTOWN ESCAPADES: Diary of a Sexagenarian
#unedited Entry Two (B) Dear reader, you can not begin to imagine the state I was in when I saw Sumayyah smiling at me. My mind was racing with questions: What is she doing here? Why does she look like she just won a lottery? Why isn’t she turning the whole place upside down? The …
UPTOWN ESCAPADES: Diary of a Sexagenarian
#unedited Entry Two (A) Today is the day and I’m spoiling for a fight! As planned Sisi Gengeto and Iya-ngba-life have joined me for the mission, but Mama de Mama is unavoidably absent. Although she will be missed, we will not allow Mama de Mama’s absence alter any of our plans. I want you to …
UPTOWN ESCAPADES: Diary of a Sexagenarian
Hey there! If you’ve ever read my first web series: The Thorn in the Rose, then some of the characters that appear in this story might be familiar to you. I lifted the main character of this series- Mrs Badmus aka Iya Ile Ookan directly from the TTiTR. This is not a sequel to TTiTR …
I WISH YOU WERE HERE…
I wish you were here. It’s been raining continually all day. I wonder… if you would snuggle up with me on the sofa, and listen to the wind blow. Just like old times. ….. Your mum was here today. She seemed happy but I could see in her eyes the pain she tried to hide. …
VISAGE
VISAGE. The night was dark and eerily silent. I walked in and glanced at the wall, my eyes gaping at the shape cast by the lamplight. The visage was scary: a man clutching a dripping knife. My heart ceased beating. I realised then, that my father had just murdered his wife. ……….. “Father?” He glanced …
TURMOIL-CHAPTER 30
CHAPTER 30 A’ISHA VI It was right after Subh. I sat in the kitchen a mug of tea in my hands, awaiting Papa Baasit’s scolding. When I’d arrived earlier, distraught, in tears, and barely coherent, he’d let me in without a word and then showed me into the guest room. Now after a fitful two-hour …
To Err is Human: Excerpt
TO ERR IS HUMAN: Book Excerpt …Before Khaalid could blink, there was a huge explosion. A fist of orange flames, burst into the darkening sky, lighting it up. Thick, black smoke rose up and filled the air. Shards of glass and metal rained down, flying in all directions. Khaalid was flung violently backwards by …
TURMOIL-CHAPTER 29
CHAPTER 29 GAFFAR VI Immediately after Subh, I headed out of the house, not bothering to check on my mum. No use starting another argument or shouting match. As I backed my car out of the house I thought I glimpsed a silhouette of Mama staring down at me from her bedroom window. She was …