euphoria

FATEEMA'S POV

9:57pm

“Oh ya Allah” I muttered to myself.

 It was 9:55 ten minutes ago how comes it is still 9:57. You know how time slows down when you are waiting. Yes that. I have done all possible chores to kill time but seems it is not on my side. 

This is it, my every day routine, waiting for 11PM every night. There were night where I watch dramas, Turkish drama to be precise, to kill time, other night I go to the neighborhood by seven and be back by nine then use the remaining two hours to do the house chores. Then there where nights like today where I had nothing to do but to sit and watch the clock tiking and toking.

Arghh! IT. IS. FRUSTRATING, I promise you

Then it dawned on me that

I have not prayed isha

Oh, ya Allah forgive me 

I dashed into the toilet like a thunderbolt, and believe me I was super-fast.

The water was welcoming that I ended up taking a bath forgetting what the main reason I was there in the first place. I took time in the bathroom, washing and scrubbing; I even did the honor of shaving just to kill time. I am very sure I spent an hour in the bathroom and true to my thoughts; the time is 11PM on the dot. 

So quickly, sprawled the praying mat and prayed isha, even though I kept it short but I made sure to pray shafa’I and wutr.

 Sitting on the praying mat, I looked around my room; everything looks messy. clothes everywhere, my wardrobe is literally vomiting clothes then there is also this particular chair I keep my clothes on, it was supposed to be a study chair but guess what, the clothes swallowed it. Cups and plates everywhere that you would think I have a kitchenette and let us not forget the dustbin that is also vomiting sachet and bottles and my study table, hmmm, I will not even go there. 

Oh Allah, I know for sure if ammiey were to mistakenly step foot into my room, I would get an earful. Maybe a smack. Therefore, I set to organize everything.

First, I start off by taking the dishes out then the dustbin, after that I folded the clothes on the chair and arranged my wardrobe, then arranged the books on my table. I was done with everything in about forty minutes. I it was not a big room, just enough for a middleclass woman who has only a mother and a brother. Maybe a little support from my uncles. Nothing fancy about the room, no special colors, nothing.

Great. I patted myself because I know I did a huge work.

It is 12 already, so I removed my phone from charge and hopped on my bed, it made a “Ki” sound but I ignored it, I always do.

So now, to what I have been waiting for, I dialed the MTN code for purchasing data and purchased the MTN night plan 500mb for 50 naira. Yes, that is what I can afford; at least 500 can take up to 10 days or even more if I decided to go with 20 naira for 250mb. 

Allah knows that is what I can afford, I work a lot, and I crochet, sew, henna, makes turaren wuta, throw pillows, and bed sheet and lots more I always have things to do. You can say that I am the breadwinner of the family even though Muhammad my elder brother works at the borno state university but that wasn’t enough to pay for my school, his (masters) and the feeding us. The house belongs to my late dad so we do not have a problem with paying rent; even ammiey works as a caterer from time to time mostly events or wedding. This is our little family where everyone works. 

After subscribing to the bundle, I waited for a minute for the messages to finish entering. I start by logging into wattpad, it has more notification hence I started with it, I replied to all the comment made on my current book and even dropped a double update, which has always been my motivation to continue writing.

The first time I joined wattpad, I thought I would made thousands of read in a day like all those inspiring books but I was wrong, I do not know where I went wrong writing my book but it took time  before it was noticed. I have almost a million reads on my current book yet only 200 followers, it discourages me a times but I learnt to ignore it.

After finishing with wattpad, I logged into whatsapp, replied to few messages, not that I was active there but for the sake of friendship, there are people out there that only the status is keeping us together otherwise we would never acknowledge one another.

Next was instagram, there to I had a lot of messages from my readers, some were asking for updates while others where appreciating the current updates and let’s not forget the critiques, life thought me to grow a thick skin to criticism, they will talk so I let them.

I had so many follow request so I went ahead to checking their profiles before accepting their follow request, this is I, and I do not like following useless pages, at least something that will benefit me. I checked all their profiles, accepted some, and left the rest.

A second after doing that, a message popped up from a user I am not really familiar with but it is a girl faixatuu.__  it read so I checked her profile and turns out she is also an author on wattpad, one of my favorite books to be precise collided pieces,  so I replied to her 

Faixatuu.__:  hey 

                          How are you

Me: hello, I am fine Alhamdulillah, you?

 Faixatuu.__: same Alhamdulillah

Me: Masha Allah

Me: I really liked your book “collided pieces” the best book I have read so far

Even though I cannot find it again on wattpad.

Faixatuu.__: o my! Thank you so much and yes, I have taken it off wattpad for edition but I think I will transfer it to okadabooks.

Me: o, that is nice

Faixatuu.__: yeah, I liked the book trailer you have made; it is really catching. I wish I could make it though

Me: wow thank you so much, I can make ne for blurred stars 

If you are okay with it of course.

Faixatuu.__: really! Thank you so much.

That is how I went on and on chatting with her and it was fun if I may add. Right there and then, I knew I made a new friend, that too online.