"Ahmed you haven't changed a bit! Its been four years since you went to abroad for studies and yet you haven't stopped chasing girls in this palace!" Aunty Humaira scolded the tall handsome man in front of her.

Ahmed is dark, tall, has broad shoulders, he works out a lot and has a smile that is hard to resist, especially when he does it playfully at the girls. His teeth are well arranged and milk white. He could be easily mistaken for a model.

His half brother Munir, is not as dark as Ahmed, he is tall, well behaved, not as social as Ahmed and is more of a serious guy.

The king has two palace, one for Ahmed and one for Munir, they were given the position of crowned prince because of their ability to handle things. But Ahmed is a bit too spoilt. He spends money like it grows on trees while his brother spends wisely.

Ahmed spends his money on any cool girl hanging out with his friends, but the most wonderful quality he has is that he gives, he is not greedy and neither stingy.

Instead of Ahmed to be serious because he is the crowned prince, he was busy winking at the maid that was about to serve them tea.

Humaira hit his shoulder with frustration.

"Allah ya shirye ka"
(May guide you to the right path)
She said.

He glanced at the maid again before turning to his aunt.

He had known the maid for so long, they grew up together but he went abroad to complete his studies while she stayed in Nigeria schooling, she works in the palace to pay her school fees, while her parents give her extra for her needs.

She studied hard, went to university but couldn't find a job so, she continued working in the palace.

When she was younger, the crowned prince, Ahmed and his friends used to make fun of her a lot and their usual hobby is to tease her. She always changed the direction she was heading to when she sees them.

But now, boys are now men. Only Ahmed hasn't stopped teasing the palace girls.

"Your father wants to see you" Munir spoke as he looked at Ahmed.

Ahmed hurriedly stood up because his father dislikes lateness. He went to meet him in the Garden where he loved staying.

He greeted him "As-salamu'alaikum Baba" while he squat. This is done to show respect to their elders. The king motioned him to sit close to him on the bench he was sitting.

"You have had your fun....its high time you worked as crowned prince and you have no option but to obey!" Ahmed gulped at this.....he knew his father would do something like this.

"The emirs of our land is expected to have four wives....I have chosen for you but your mother insist a different choice and your grand mother too.....it is up to you my son....but before that, you will have to face the consequences of using the money for water project of the kingdom to buy Benz......that is inconsiderate as a crown prince!" The father yelled.

'I only used the money to buy a car.....for goodness sake, father is the emir....so....there's still enough to do the project for our people' Ahmed's thought was interrupted by his mother's voice.

"Amir" she called out for Ahmed since that is the name she usually calls him.

She looked at him and behind her is his grandma who brought two girls.

"As-salamu'alaikum mama" the king and his son, Ahmed said in unison to the grandma.

"Walaikum salam" she pausdd before she continued. "Look at these girls....." She paused again, the girls were very beautiful, light skinned, beautiful bright eyes, slim long nose.....they were the belle of the Zazzau kingdom. Luna wore blue jilbab while Khadija wore purple Hijab.

"Girls, you may leave now" the grandma paused......when they left, she smiled and continued "so......which one do you like? The one on blue or purple jilbab? You like the one on the blue jilbab right?" The grandma excitedly said.....he looked at his father and his mother first.

He cleared his throat before talking.

"As the future king....I have to marry four wives....hmm.....I'll pick each one of your choice and the last one is going to be my choice....that is, one from mom, one from dad, one from kaka and the last one from me....four" he counted with his fingers. His mother slapped his head playfully......

"Its only when it comes to girls, money and cars that you know how to calculate.....Habibi, have you told him about his punishment for wasting the money for our project?" She spoke softly.

"Ahh yes....I was about to before you all came in....Ahmed, your play days are over, your punishment for wasting money is that you will be given only N20,000 as allowance every month" His heart was beating fast....every month he is given N50,000 but now its reduced....he squinted his eyes at his mom.

"Not just that....you know my land close to Sunnah mosque in the village, you will be sent there to live for a year or more if you don't change your life style. You are expected to till the soil and plant. I want to see your harvest at the end of the year. Need food? You cook by yourself. Need water? There's a well in the farm land. There's also small poultry in the farm...the choice is yours on how to survive" The king got up and walked slowly to exercise his muscles, he had been sitting there for a long time now.

"Goan pack your belongings, tomorrow, you shall leave for the punishment....oh and you are not expected to bring any provisions from home. Remember that no one knows you in that village and it would be wise if you don't reveal your identity to the people....you don't know who your real enemy is, as for your safety....I'll assign your best friend and my most loyal guard, Khalid.....there are huts in the farm, I'm sure it'll be enough for all you need." His father left finally with his wife and mother.

Ahmed walked like a lifeless body into his room. Thankfully, he has knowledge about Agriculture.

All those times his father warned him....he never thought his father could actually punish him since he's the crowned prince.....