Days started turning to weeks and soon Khadija and I have gotten this huge bond, this strong thing I couldn’t explain. That kind of feeling that was excruciatingly good and out of this world. Something outstanding, huge and big. I didn’t even know how it became that sweet, delicious and Khadija was something I was always looking forward to like how a cold body and a dry throat will always look forward to and long for a taste of a warm tea on a harmattan evening. My longing for the little things about her now became stronger than the molar teeth I used to crush bones. It was a force that was ready to crush everything that came its way. The sparkle of her eyes, the rainbow that I see whenever I looked at her eyebrows, the river of beauty and awesomeness that run through the bank and depth of her dark, beautiful eyes. Everytime I saw her, I developed a new liking, a new favourite obsession about her. She was a book I could never finish reading. I kept flipping pages, smiling ilemonade, joy and loving admirations.
I still remember my how she grinned with delight on our first official date together. She had told me how she had never been taken on a such dates before. Never anything like that, the only places she had been with other men were rooms with beds and pillows. Not somewhere with fireworks, people, good food, laughter and joyful memories. How could I forget how she held my right hand whilst I was driving-entangling her fingers in mine and looking straight into my face that I could have sworn I felt a blush on my face and then she said “thank you J.B” she has grown fond of calling me by the initials of my full name, Jibril Bawa just immediately after she got to know about it on that date. We had postponed like eight times before it finally happened, and she kept apologizing sincerely as to how the faults were always from her own part and I have never felt bad, never angered, not even glitches, I was just so eager, to see her again since the first day I ever set my eyes on her. I knew that the next time I was to see was a different a front altogether. And it was just like I predicted, when I rounded up at the corner I was supposed to pick her, just by Jabi Road, along Sultan road, I felt a nudge in my heart immediately our eyes met. It was a different feeling from that first day, an entirely different feeling and then it started to feel in my eyes and my heart that I was meeting a different person altogether, an updated version, a hybrid, a superwoman and deep down inside me, I knew it was more than a feeling, it was real and this reality was just on it first step on a journey of no return. She had on a black, long gown that flowed to the ground, I could see how tall she looked in it as my eyes travelled up and down within seconds then went back wnd settled on her surplus lips that were wearing red lipstick. I smiled deeply, she had remembered all the things I told her I liked. The lipstick, the gown, the smile. She brought everything wholly.
I took her out to Habil Cafe, situated close to Kaduna Club on Waff Road and while we got seated I didn’t miss her glance around the place to get a full view of what it contained. I saw her eyes roam across the menu on the wall, then towards the counter, down to the “Free Wifi Available” sign which immediately reminded me that I need to connect my phone to it, I needed to update my apps, I can’t afford to miss this chance in this time where things were hard and data bundles hardly last a week. As I connected, scrolled to play store and clicked om update all apps I caught her eyes admiring the couple that were seated two tables ours and when our eyes met, she smiled sheepishly and cleared her throat, taking another quick look around the place like a health worker inspecting a facility.
“So you come here often? It looks cool you know” she asked Im sure she wanted to start the conversation and didn’t want me to accuse her again, of holding back words when we talk and that was always the drama whenever we talked on phone. I will force her to and she will end up saying some beautiful things she would have held back. She was always good with words and that was one of the things that endeared her to me more.
“I only come in with my friends occassionally, but I like hanging out here some times when I want to have a good lonely time, those moments when you treat yourself to some goodness”.
She laughed a little bit harder than the impression I had made with the sentence and I was sure she wanted me to see it that she was enjoying the company in every way possible, but by the time I will later drop her at the same corner I picked her earlier, I would be sure she enjoyed the company, not because shr was laughing hard too hard but because she was almost crying, missing me already.
“You never told me much about you, you know. It has all been about me all this while, you kept beating me up with questions and enquiries that you gave me no room to do the same. Alhaji J. B kana makaranta ne ko aiki?”
I laughed, looked at her and then nodded in agreement as I told her to order for what she wants but she refused and said she was gonna settle for whatever I was having. We had chicken wings and mint lemonade she told me it was her first time taking the lemonade and was fascinated by how it tasted, so I asked that extra one be packaged as a take-away for her.
I told her of how I was a “dan bautan qasa” and she was awed. She said she had always seen those who stopped by at the restaurant where she worked and she told me she always wanted to be a nurse. The next time I would get to see Khadijah was in a hospital, but she wouldn’t be a nurse, but she will be the one who was been nursed.