The Diary of A Broken Heart Episode 7

The Diary of A Broken Heart Episode 7

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Our love grew stronger after that revealing phone call. It was the ultimate reunion when I got to Maiduguri. I arrived Maiduguri to huge cheers from my plenty children. Me being a baban yara. Every child like always came at me. Rushing to say oyoyo and jump on me so I will swing them. Well, if you must know, Ammi joined them in welcoming me too.  She hugged me in the midst of the kids. In my heart of hearts I was like gafara... Kauche yara and allow us hug properly. Of cause it was awkward cause we have never had any body contact except for the occasional times she will hit me playfully and I will shout "Haram" or when I tickle her and make her jump and scared.

Typically I never would have imagined all this euphoria and happiness happening in a world where Boko Haram was the discussion topic in every home. And here we were rejoicing at our reunion. Laughing and being cheerful along with everyone like Boko Haram never existed. Boko Haram na nasu  and we were deeply celebrating. This is what I call "Ana wata ga wata".   I was too tired after the long journey that Friday from Abuja to maiduguri but I had eyes only for the goal before me....Ammi. and it felt like nothing could go wrong.   We kept staring at ourselves at several intervals. Ofcause we were communicating a lot with those wonderful eye contacts. ("I miss you more than I can say"  “Oh it's so so good to see you"). That kind eye contact. Later when we were gisting and in the middle of another long eye contact I blurted out "no one has ever meant some much to me"  She smiled and stared some more.  She covered her face with her transparent Dan kwali and muttered..."you don't know how very happy you have made me by coming. You have really brightened up my mood a lot lately"  "And I have also made you miserable loads of times" I said my head hanging in guilt. Before I could say sorry, she removed the veil from her face and glared at me. She came close and pinched my nose really hard and said as though she was explaining to a little primary school student. "Don't ruin our moment"  "Haram" I protested. "You like touching me and tapping current. By the time I start my own....hmmm"  "I would love to see you try" she flashed me a deadly look and then softened almost immediately. "But seriously, you don't know how much you being here means to me"  "Me too Ammiyana. Me too. I would rather not be anywhere else."  She smiled broadly.  "I am going to keep making you smile until your kumatu can't take it anymore"  Then there was a very broad grin.  "You are fond of doing that Muhammad, it's so easy for you. I wonder how you do it."  "I hold your mumu button since now" she threw a punch. I caught it and quickly let go.  "I am glad you are happy coming here too" she finished. And it became queit. The rest of the kids were either sleeping or playing. We locked eyes yet again.  "Promise me you will never love another man besides me Ammiyana"  She looked very worried. "Promise me Ammi" i probed her some more. she was queit and looked very uneasy. Apparently she was thinking very hard.  "I can't Muhammad" she finally said. My heart plummeted. It plunged some more after she didnt explain more but there was this mishevious look on her face.  "So there's is somebody then? Or is it that you aren't sure about us again?"  "Yes there's somebody. And he looks exactly like you only that he is much younger. And he will call you Daddy!" She laughed...

  I was stunned. I only watched her as she laughed even more after seeing the shock on my face. I felt an impulse to jump on her and hug her and kiss her and tell her she's the only lady that makes sense to me.  To tell her she's the only real thing in this world and that everything is fake. To tell her how no body can ever separate us. To tell her that I am prepared to live with her for the rest of my life on earth and in sha Allah in Jannah. I wanted to tell her that the baby that will call me daddy better be from her and on one else.  I only managed a smile and dismissed the impulse as I continue to look at the most amazing and most important person to me in this world. She kept laughing and laughing away all the hurt i brought her.

  I have made my own share of mistakes in this life. But meeting Ammi wasn't one of them. I might want to change a lot of things in my past life, but changing the part where me and Ammi crossed, that I would never want to even consider. She has changed me.  She has made me a better person. A better man. She thought me how to love and there's no taking that away. For all my troubled past, Ammi was just the perfect blissful oblivion.  I rummaged in my pocket and handed her the gift I brought her. I sat down and watched her like a very interesting movie. Very extra attentive while she droned on and complained about how very very horrible the gift was...  Soon our love was no story at all amongst my mum's relatives in Maiduguri.  We were mostly indoors cos of the curfew in place. But we went to pray in the mosque as vigilantes even helped in securing the mosque and the area. After Boko Haram got worse, our family suggested all my relatives in Maiduguri to relocate to Kaduna and join our other relatives there and start all over and save us the worry and all the heart attacks and anxiety. They didn't think it was necessary. Any breaking news I will rush to my phone and Call Ammi and I get to hear the gist first hand. Sometimes she tells me about the attacks after it has happened before the news captures it...

To be continue insha Allah on Wednesday 18th July

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