Boss we are anxiously and patiently waiting for u...... I haven't. Sleep since yesterday just waiting sir
. . . . . . My oga donkross1 I sight u

yusufibrahim:
Boss we are anxiously and patiently waiting for u...... I haven't. Sleep since yesterday just waiting sir
. . . . . . My oga donkross1 I sight u

I greet you bros

bellovers:
mattkent is fire#make una salute the boss as he rounds up the story#bless you bro, donkross come share morning drinks abeg

Okay sir.

Just putting last touches to it. Will update any hour from now.

Ok. Donkross1 una no do well ooo. U no even find me

DandyPearl:
Ok. Donkross1 una no do well ooo. U no even find me

Maami no vex for me, na xmas hustle tight.

donkross1:


Maami no vex for me, na xmas hustle tight.

I been dey vex before but as I come hear xmas I no vex again. As long as you don't forget to include my name on santa's

DandyPearl:
I been dey vex before but as I come hear xmas I no vex again. As long as you don't forget to include my name on santa's

Sure thingny. How you dey na.

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By past four their plane landed in Kano. They took a
taxi from Murtala Muhammed airport straight t.Alhaji Najib’s house. Alhaji Najib and his family
were already expecting them. They were waiting
outside, and so was Kazim. He was wearing their
native attire ‘baba riga’ sewed with great style
and beside him was a lady who without any
introduction one could tell they were a couple.
The three families hugged and exchanged
pleasantries. Anty and Alhaji Najib couldn’t hold
back their tears when Sadiq embraced them.
When Sadiq had being freed, he exited the house
with Humaira, Kazim and Asmau, heading to
Zeenat’s house. The house was full with a
number of people. It was very obvious to the eyes
that an event was taking place.
“Is today the wedding?” Sadiq asked.
“No. Today is the ‘Kaamu’. It’s when the bride
would go and hide and the females would go and
look for her. I think the first lady to find her gets
a price. It’s a kind of game before the wedding
which is tomorrow.” explained Humaira.
“And seems they’ve started already.” said Kazim.
“I have to see her!” Sadiq couldn’t wait.
“But only females are allowed to search for the
bride!” Humaira words fell into deaf ears. Sadiq
walked into the house and followed the group of
ladies that went in search of the bride.
There were murmurs from some of the ladies that
were searching for the bride, but Sadiq didn’t pay
attention to them. He just pushed his way past
them till he opened a door that led to the
basement and closed the door behind him. The
basement was bright and spotless.
Sitting on a chair backing him was a lady. From
behind Sadiq could tell she was probably wearing
a veil. She hadn’t noticed that a second person
was in the room with her.
“Zeenat!” he called and startled she almost
jumped.
“You terrified me! What are you doing here?” she
asked, closing the journal she was writing on and
pulling the veil down to conceal her face.
“I heard who ever find the bride gets a price. Can
that price be the bride?” he asked with searching
eyes.
Surprised she asked. “Excuse me, do I know
you?”
“Yes.” he replied. Not sure of how to introduce
himself to her. He didn’t want to shock her with
the news.
“So? Who are you?” she gestured with both
hands, revealing the beautiful henna drawn on
them.
“I knew this is where you would be. I remember
you once told me that whenever you are having a
horrible day and want to escape from the world
you come down here.” he said to her.
Her eyes were wide open. But she couldn’t say
anything yet. She couldn’t, the only person in the
world that she told that to was Sadiq.
“It’s me Sadiq.” he revealed and his plan to not
shock her failed. She freaked out and made for
the door, threatening to alert everyone that he
was a psycho. Before she could hold the door
knob, Sadiq recited and she stood there, palm on
the knob, stunned to death.
My fairy princess,
My eyes may not be blue, but my words are true.
I place my palm on your chest; i feel your battle
within.
You’ve risked everything, just for one thing.
Love, love is not an understatement; love is me
being here for you.
My love wings are spread apart; i promise we will
never fall apart.
Our love will be bonded by the moon, and we will
forever twinkle like the stars.
And like fire flies, together we will make a bright
light……………
“Stop! Stop! Just stop!” she yelled at him, tears
on her eyes. “Why are you doing this? Why are
you haunting me?”
Sadiq attempted coming closer to her.
“Don’t! Don’t come any closer!’ she yelled at him.
“Okay calm down Zeenat. It’s really me.” he said
to her calmly. “Maybe I can convince you with
this; remember how we use to end our chat every
night? How we would say dream of goats and
chicken? Remember that night we video chat and
I said I dint know you had pink lips?”
Zeenat was sitting by the door now, on the floor.
He really was saying things that only Sadiq could
know, but he didn’t look like Sadiq, not a bit.
“If you are really Sadiq then you would know
what I am about to ask you.” she said.
“Okay. Go on.” he replied.
“When my parents died, Sadiq was there to
console me and I said something to him
something…..”
Sadiq cut her short. “You told me that I am the
greatest thing that has ever happened to you!” he
replied her even before she completed her
question.
Before any more words could be exchanged, the
door opened and standing there was Humaira.
She closed the door behind her.
“Thank God you are here.” Zeenat to Humaira.
“he is claiming that he is….”
“Yes. He is Sadiq!” Humaira assured her.
Zeenat gaze fell on Sadiq. She just didn’t get
what was happening.
“I will explain it to you.” said Humaira. And she
narrated everything to her. She wasn’t done when
Zeenat raced towards Sadiq, holding her cloth up
from tripping on it and embracing Sadiq.
“I thought I lost you forever!” she mumbled it in-
between sobs.
Seconds later the door opened, revealing Abu-
Bakr; Zeenat’s fiancée.
“What’s going on here?” he asked with a stern
look.
“It’s not what you think.” Humaira replied
“Who is he and what is he doing with my
fiancée?” he was really mad now.
Zeenat was silent. Sadiq was too. Humaira
explained to him.
“Zeenat I thought we were doing fine.” said Abu-
Bakr.
“Wallahi banajin tsakanina da kai zai yuwu.
(Wallahi I don't think this can really work out
between us)" Zeenat said to him.
“Me? Me ya soye? (Why? What changed?)” he
asked her, walking towards her while Sadiq stood
there.
“Tabbas...babu abun daya soye...koda nayi
kokarin aura maka xuciyata kasawa nayi.
Haryanxu rabin jikina na tara da shi.
(Exactly...nothing changed. Even when I tried to
feel something for you I couldn't. Part of me was
still with him)” she said, glancing at Sadiq.
“Shine Wanda kika fadamun? Na farko? (Is he the
one you told me about? The first one?)" he asked
her, remembering that she once told him about
her first love, Sadiq.
" Eh. Ko sanda na bayar ya rasu xuciyata tana
tare dashi, ballantana yanzu Dana San yana raye.
(Yes. Even when I thought he was dead a great
part of me wanted him, not to talk of now that I
know he is alive)." she said, her veil hiding her
face.
“Amma gobe xamuyi Aure. (But we are getting
married tomorrow).”
“Nasani. Kai kana sha'awar auran maccan da
take son wani Wanda ba kai ba? (I know. But do
you really want to marry someone who is
completely in love with someone else?) she asked
him.
Abu-Bakr took off his cap and walked towards
Sadiq.
“For over two years I have been trying to get her
to talk to me, but she rarely does. But today,
because she has found the reason to live happily
again she talked to me more than she had for the
last two years.” Abu-Bakr said to Sadiq and
placed his cap on Sadiq’s head. “I heard you
were the first to find her here and the first person
that finds the bride gets a price.” he said and
walked towards Zeenat.
“I really wish that your heart would beat for me
same way its beating for him but I guess I came
into your life late.” he glanced at Sadiq and back
at Zeenat. Walking towards the exit door he said
to them. “May God bless your union!”
He knew even though he forced the marriage on
her, he knew her love will never be for him, he
knew a great part of her will always be longing for
someone else and that would be a very terrible
way to start a marriage.
Sadiq was dressed in white native attire; beside
him was the most beautiful girl in his world.
Zeenat held his hand tight as they knelt down
and received the blessings of their parents and
families.
Each journey has a beginning, a reason to exist.
And like every good and bad thing, they must
always come to an end. Vanessa walked down the
aisle with Kross and a year later they welcomed a
baby girl. Jennifer was soaring higher in her
career, Eze who after going round the world came
back and proposed to Jennifer, she of course
didn’t say yes to him till the next day.
Humaira got a suitor but wasn’t ready to commit
to anything yet, Asmau was doing well
academically and following Vanessa in her foot
steps by opening her own clothing line inspired by
her experience and emotions.
So I never believed in ghost, magic or anything
super natural, I didn’t think it was possible for
anything beautiful to exist, I didn’t think it was
possible to find both love and trust in one place
until the day I met Zeenat!

wow bro@last *crying* what a happy ending

awwn, what a beautiful piece. This is like the second time I will ever comment on a story, you had me glued all through. Thank you for this wonderful piece.

Woooooow.

Lovely ending...........i tenk God dat i witness the starting,and seeing the finishing,i tenk God for seeing me through,that my fone did not have any problem during the cause of reading it.............jst dat i will miss the story

O my God!!!!!!! Surely a GREAT work. More more more Blessings. Dis is jus ur starting point, Mattkent pls publish it.

A lovely end for a wonderful story! Kudos 2 Mattkent 4 a job well done!

Walahi! This story is the best. Mat yur head they for book

Hmmmmnnnn...

Wow!!!!!! *crying* wat an happy ending mattkent u are rili talented! I can't help but comment again u make my evening I was aving dis terrible headache b4 but as soon as I saw dis update am cured!!! Pls I beg u in da name of Allah, publish dis novel abeg it worth reading again. I don't even knw wat to say again am short of words!!!! E-hug 4 u!

If you noticed you will find out that I have never commented on this work since the beginning but guy this last part got me emotional menh your choice of words is superb in fact you deserve a noble price in literature. In all i say good work keep it up and perhaps publish it.

One <3

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Okay guys, now that the story is over. Tonight by 9pm is the Award night and after party .

This is wonderful! The story is emotional and got my eyes wet;you have really done well with the interesting conclusion to this nice story. More inspiration to you!

'WOW!' is all I can say. Mattkent may God bless your thinking

This is my first time of commenting afta several months of being a ghost reader, got a lot to say. U are really blessed, ur inspiration will neva run dry. I read ur novel from page one to d finish. Thks for nt allowing Sadiq to dry off. Still cleaning off my tears ur too much

so u disappear for a week or so nd just rush d story to d end i n one day









wu does that




.its not good for business

You are good bro, is all i can say, the sky wil b your starting point in this field

moxygunshot:
so u disappear for a week or so nd just rush d story to d end i n one day










wu does that





.its not good for business

And you are

I followed n unfollowed dis story countless tym hmmmmm,i neva 4 ones imagine coming across a story on nairaland dat will be romance free but u proved me wrong, ur story brought tears 2 my eyes. i must confess u ar a gr8 writer,luking 4ward 2 more gud stories 4rm u...

AT LAST!!! Beautiful Story, more grease to your elbow, oga mattkent.

Sometimes destiny cannot be completely controlled or changed. Sometimes it just has to happen and sometimes it can be entirely avoided. But most times some things are just meant to happen to pave way for greater or lesser things. Sometimes we want what is not good for us... and despise what is good for us only because we really can't see the future to know exactly what will benefit us...and that is why....although no matter how prayerful you may be...a certain calamity may befall you, but then it doesn't signal d end of you, it’s just a calamity that would open doors to better things that wouldn’t have come if you were in your comfort zone.

Afflictions are blessings in disguise, sometimes.




Mattkent thanks for replying my massage in the literature, one love.
Why not listen to T I T I on inspiration fm every Friday, she can help you with the publish of thee novel.and I think I will tweet her on dis, loving you more once again

Donkross as these story don end, you guy's should show support on my story too, we are one family here, let's make a family too on my story, mattkent I sight you jawe, dandypearl,heemah,calmdove I sight you all.
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