29 | Ex And The City

                                    

                                          
•Aaliyah
                          
"Aaliyah open the door! I'm at your doorstep."
                          
"What?!"
                          
"Zo ki buɗe kofar!"
                          
"I'm coming."
                          
And so I rushed out of my bed at exactly 09:00am.
                          
09:00am. Why?
                          
Trust Safiya to be the one to destroy your blissful affair with the night this early morning.
                          
I took my time, walking as slow as ever because I was so annoyed. Finally I reached the door and opened it for her to step in with a large box.
                          
Come, is she moving in?
                          
And into who's house?
                          
"What's up?" I ask, pointing at the large travelling bag she brought along with her.
                          
"Relax. I brought you some materials to buy."
                          
"I was sleeping! You could've come later. By the way, how did you find my house?"
                          
"Is that how to welcome your visitor? Moreover, I'm not a visitor. Ni *yar gida ce ai. Yusra gave me the address. She bought some for her wedding so I asked her if she knew where you were. "
                          
"True, how can I forget? Bring them in. I'll be with you shortly." I said, while shutting the door.
                          
She stopped in her tracks, "Why the formalities? Just say you're going to brush your smelly mouth!"
                          
We both laughed and I left to my room to take care of my hygiene.
                          
I was out after about twenty minutes then I made us two bowls of cereal.
                          
We ate in silence till we consumed the cornflakes to the last bit before a conversation was started.
                          
"Now I have strength to talk." I said as I got up to open the bag.
                          
"You'll be doing like one hungry lion."
                          
"Don't disturb me!"
                          
She laughed.
                          
We brought out all the beautiful materials and spread them on the neatly vacuumed carpet. They came in different colors of beige, maroon, lavender, peach and a whole variety of others which made the carpet akin to a Picasso original.
                          
"So which do you like? Also I'm supplying the *anko for Yusra's events fa. They're just two. Here they are. As for the other events, you can wear anything. She'll explain more when next we go to see her." She dragged a peach and pink ankara that was hidden underneath the mountain of clothes and another that was torquoise with a touch of purple that was planted on different sections in tiny stars that formed a larger one.
                          
"How much for them?"
                          
"Bring #14,500 for the two."
                          
"Haba yayi yawa." I protested.
                          
"It's not too much. This price is exclusively for friends."
                          
"Hey! Safiya you and money ehn. No problem zan baki."
                          
She keeps them aside and we continue looking through the materials.
                          
"I'll buy like four since I have enough for now."
                          
I picked four out of them which I planned to wear at Yusra's other wedding events.
                          
"So, how much for these ones? Kuma kar ki kira min kuɗi dayawa."
                          
She laughed, "I'm not going to give you a high price. Just bring #21,000."
                          
"For what?"
                          
"Ke it's #4,000 per material but I left it at #3,500 for you and the lace is just #8,000. But bring #7,000."