There were days when I forgot I had a job and the days when I remembered I do. Today was one of those crappy days when I remembered I had an equally crappy job. I made my way into Platinum Insurance, a frown evident on my face.
"Look who finally remembered that he's employed"
I rolled my eyes and turned to face my co-worker Abdul.
"And look who is still annoying as fuck" I said, walking to my cubicle with him hot on my heels like a roach. I brushed past one of the interns, winking at her, she bit her lip trying to hide a smile.
"I really don't know why Mr. Adeyemi keeps you on board, you don't contribute anything to this comp..."
I turned to him, fed up with his incessant chatter.
"He can't fire me. I can do whatever I want and he won't ever fire me. You know why? Because I am Abubakar Abdullahi Barde so get off my fucking case Abdul" I warned.
"You really think he can't fire you?" Ade, Mr. Adeyemi's assistant, said from behind, I turned to him.
"I don't think, I know" I smirked, shoving my hands into my pockets. His eyes hardened and I knew he was tempted to say something but he couldn't. My family had his boss by the balls.
Fucking coward.
"You have a query to answer from HR" he said before walking away.
Whatever.
"Well my mood has totally been spoiled." I murmured, knocking Abdul aside with my shoulder as I made my way to the exit. Getting into my car, I checking my messages, tapping on Stacey's. I was assaulted by boobs spilling out of an itty bitty bra with a caption.
Don't you wish you took me home instead?
I chuckled, tossing the phone to the passenger seat, I decided to head to the polo club to while away time. The drive to 1212 Polo & Turf Club was a long one but it was worth it, the brick walls of the entrance loomed over like a palace, it was truly a sight to behold.
I parked at the lot, walked in. I hadn't gone riding in ages and it was the best way to pass time. I made my way to the locker room, there were a few people there. Those I was familiar with sent a nod my way and I responded.
I got suited up and walked to the stables, being part of an influential family and having a lot of cousins who loved riding horses, we had horses at the stable for personal use. I had one of the attendants set up a horse for me. Once he was done, I got on the horse and rode out onto the field. Riding always had an effect of clearing my mind. I had no idea how long I rode until I felt someone near me. I looked over to see Ammar.
"Hey stranger."
"Ammar, how have you been?" I asked.
"Stressed, taking over a business is harder than it looks" he sighed.
Ammar was just like me, he lost his parents and ended up inheriting their company but unlike me, he didn't have a money grabbing leech trying to usurp his inheritance.
Thinking of Baba Mohammad made my blood boil.
"I can imagine" I murmured, staring straight ahead.
"So what are you up to these days?" He inquired.
"Nothing important" I shrugged. "Have you heard from Aliyu? Apparently there's this banging party he is thr-"
"Actually Abba, Aliyu's parties are not a part of my priorities right now. I barely have time for myself these days with all the meetings and the board of directors to deal with."
Oh shut it, you insufferable asshole.
"Yeah, sure." I mumbled, I tuned him out, focusing on the view before me. I came here to blow off steam and I was not about to let anybody stop me from doing just that.
I spied a group towards the side playing a game and joined them, anything was better than listening to Ammar prattle on and on about business.
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It was night when I decided to leave the club, the drive back to my house was a blur; the only thing I wanted to do was sleep. I honked the horn and the security guard opened the gate. Driving in, I parked and made my way into the house.
I headed upstairs to my room and got ready for bed, drifting off the moment my head touched the pillow.
I was walking through a long endless hallway with numerous closed doors on each side. I continued walking, when the sound of sobbing reached my ears. I stopped at a partially opened door, pushing it open. I saw a woman sitting in the middle of the room, crying. I approached her and reached out to touch her when she jerked away, she raised her head and I gasped.
"Mama" I stumbled back as she glared at me, hate and anger evident in her eyes. My back hit something and I immediately turned to see my father, he had the same expression on his face.
"Why?" she whispered, her voice soft and filled with pain.
"WHY?!!! ABUBAKAR WHY?!!!" she screamed, her voice sounded inhumane. I flinched, watching her break down.
"Look at the pain you are causing her." Baba's uttered, I couldn't look away from the sight of my mother crying.
"Who would have thought that my very own flesh and blood would be so callous. You disgust me, Abubakar." He said, brushing past me to comfort my mother. The room was suddenly filled with a bright light and I watched as they walked towards the light. My father turned to me.
"May Allah have mercy on your soul"
They were engulfed by the light, leaving me in total darkness. I whirled around, my breathing ragged, heart pounding in my chest, I stared helplessly then the whispers started.
You are a disgrace.
You forgot about us.
May Allah have mercy on your soul.
You will never amount to anything in life
You disgust me.
They continued, the voices growing louder and louder. I tried to cover my ears but they grew even louder.
Your sins will catch up to you!!!
I watched as the darkness crashed into me.
I jolted awake, my heart beating erratically. Stumbling out of bed, my stomach twisted painfully and I rushed to the toilet, crashing to the floor as my body expelled the contents of my stomach. I gripped onto the sides of the toilet bowl, crying in pain as my body continued to expel whatever was left in my guts.
I had no idea how long I stayed in the bathroom, but I was finally able to gather myself. Standing up on weak knees, I stared at my reflection in the mirror. Red rimmed eyes stared back at me.
Abba what are you doing to yourself?
The tears welled in my eyes and rolled down my cheeks, I couldn't look at myself anymore. I slid to the floor, buried my face in my hands and cried for the first time in a long while.
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It was noon when I woke the next day, my neck protesting in agony. I got up from the bathroom floor, staring at my reflection.
I looked like shit.
My mind drifted to the dream, turning on the tap, I splashed water on my face, willing the dream back into the crevices of my mind.
This is what happens when you try a new drink.
I padded out of the bathroom to the bedroom, flopping on my bed, and closing my eyes. Baba and Mama's faces immediately flashed through my mind. I groaned getting up.
I was NOT going to think about them.
Not now.
Not ever!!!
I switched on the TV, trying to drown the room in noise and fill the empty void I was feeling inside, but my mind had other plans.
I found my thoughts drifting to my parents, my life before and after their demise.
I could still remember their deaths, a car accident. A fucking car accident tore my parents away from me. I was stuck at boarding school waiting for my parents only to get the news. I had gone through all types of emotions before finally settling on anger. They left, abandoned me in this messed up world. I never cried for them ever again after that.
Stop thinking about them!!!
I stormed back into the bathroom in anger, taking a quick shower before getting dressed. I needed a distraction.
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I stopped by Woks and Koi and ordered take outs before driving down the familiar road leading to Maitama. I honked the horn, watching as the security man poked his head out before the gate swung open. I drove in and parked my car, approaching the door, my palms sweaty.
I took a deep breath trying to calm myself, the worst she could do was probably slam the door in my face. I knocked on the door, a few minutes later, the door opened to reveal a slim woman. I let out a little smile.
"Hello Najma, long time no see"
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Looks like someone needs Anger Management Classes.
Poor Abba, I kind of feel bad for him.
What do you guys think about the dream? I would legit be freaking out if I were Abba.
Do you think Najma's going to let him in?
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