Misfortunate (Completed)

Forty: Baaba's promise

Omg you guys, it's the fortieth chapter and I cannot even be prouder of how far we've come or even what I've been doing. Thank you all so much for supporting me, for sending me kind words, for doing things I didn't think possible. I'm grateful, God bless you all.

This is a live letter❣️ from me  to you all, saying, Thank you. Thank you and God bless you all abundantly. 🙇🏽‍♀️🙇🏽‍♀️

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"He's here!"

Huda hissed at me as two cars pulled into the wide courtyard of the house I've occupied for the past few months. My heart beat erratically as I watched a man step out of the back seat, saluted by a mobile police officer, in a blue brocade textile peculiar to northern men. I watched him sigh and adjust his Hula hat with shaky hands, his hands shook as they bid as he ordered them, to adjust his hat.

I blinked. He's probably on the edge too just like me but I didn't take another step, I stood rooted where I was standing under the eaves of the decorative thatch roof that covered me from the sun.

"You should go to him." I faced Huda with a glare and she made a motion of zipping her lips. I'm very scared, so I'd rather he came here than me going there. I am simply put, being a coward.

Ma and Kaka are over at the family house in Ikoyi, waiting for my father to come over after seeing me, so I shut my eyes and wait. I hear footsteps and then it stops a few meters from me and I quickly opened my eyes, only to see Bashir B. Bakura stop right in front of me, his Hula hat now collapsed him his hands and arms akimbo.

He is shaking his head and tries to laugh but nothing came out. I know because he swipes his hand down his face twice.

"You know I've always wondered how and what a child from Bushratou and I would likely be like. I didn't know that a day would come where I'd really see a live version of that person." I scoffed, but Huda heard me so she pinched me and greeted him with a smile and a slight genuflect.

"Good afternoon, your Excellency." He waved his hand and handed her a bag his secretary was carrying with a smile. Huda smiled wider at him and turned to go inside, I stood there, taking in his features.

You know one thing? You never put two and two together until it's right in front of your face and for the first time, I saw the nose and forehead that properly proclaimed me a Bakura. I never saw a resemblance and he never really saw a resemblance too until he was pushed and I was told too.

"Hello Labeebah." He finally greeted. Tears rolled down my eyes and I shut my eyes. I was born out of love, I was made with love, I was made by love. This love has made me whole, and alongside with Allah's love and strength, I've become stronger. This gave me strength.

My hem flapped from a sudden breeze that flowed in from the ocean at the back, it dried up the sweat in my palms and I took in a deep breath.

"Hello Father, please come in." I opened the exquisite wooden door and let him come in, and just him came, as I led him deeper into the house, i refused to base my thoughts on the fact that I'd just called him father to his face. His heart must be flipping cartwheels by now, like mine is.  His Aide-de-camp stood there outside and we went deeper into the house.

"Please sit." I pointed out the three seater sofa to him and he put down his Hat and sat down. I exhaled and found a seat for myself in front of him, in a single seater sofa.

"How are you doing?" He asked me and my mouth suddenly went dry and all I wanted to know was how and my mom had met, I know how many other children he has. They're Bilal, Munir and Falmata, aged twenty one, nineteen and seventeen respectively.