Learn to be alone without being lonely, learn to admire your beauty without finding fault, learn to love yourself without the love of others."

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I sat on a plastic chair at Brim restaurant after a long three hour lecture. I watched as a student shouted at waiter for not bringing his food early. The food they served here wasn't exactly nice, and the ambiance was too noisy. I preferred staying under the tree, beside Bala Mai Suya's stall and enjoying  hot and spicy Suya with lots of veggies.

"Hajiya, sannu da zuwa" Hamisu greeted. I could tell if he was the owner of just a worker here. "Just the usual Hamisu" I nodded while he strolled towards the kitchen to get my order.

I could hear chatters of students, chiming of forks against plates, a screeching sound from the kitchen, and clicking footsteps of people coming in and out. Two years in this institution and I still couldn't socialize properly. The boys are either too flirty or rude, and the girls like gossip more than anything else. The only person that I could turn to is Salma. Salma has been my best friend for a really long time, the girl has an ability to make me laugh until my side hurts. Even though she's a bit wild at times, I do know she has a good heart. She's from a large family. The sixth child and the second daughter to her parents. She's just a lovely person by heart if you get to know her. But she can be mean and rude when she wants to.

Life could be funny at times, the more we grow the more we lose friends, that's just a sign of being matured. It's kind of strange to have only one friend to turn to, while I used to be a social bee back in secondary school. I was this kind of person who befriends anyone either Muslim or non Muslims all are my friends. I was just so friendly and I didn't discriminate between. But now I have only one best friend, Salma. She's just simply the best, I value her a lot due to lack of many friends. I will never let her go. As soon as I picked my phone to call her, she appeared from nowhere and hugged me tightly, squeezing my neck tightly, I almost choked from my saliva.

"Oh my God, Sally you're going to choke me to death"I said while untangling myself from the hug.She grinned at me and sat down next to me taking her plate. " so what's up" she asked while unwrapping her shawarma.

"School seems boring as always" I spoke with a frown. I will be attending a wedding dinner this evening with Sabina, would to join?"I asked just as a waiter arrived with my lunch and took her order. In Nigeria, one person is invited to a wedding, and ten people would 'tag along'

"Obviously, is it something you have ask, you know I will surely go. Maybe this time I would meet my 'Perfect guy' you know." She said, winking and giving air quotations with her hands.

"I sigh dramatically, knowing she's going to take all my lunch time telling me about her 'Perfect guy' as she says.

"Okay Sally, I've got just fifteen minutes to my next lecture and I know we might not meet after now, so bye see you in the evening." I stood up to leave.  "Are you coming over or should we drop by and pick you up." I asked her as I zipped my laptop bag.

"Oh don't worry, I would come over. What time will I come ?" She asked as she also stood up, her plate completely empty, hanging her bag on her right shoulder.

"I will text you the time, I also don't know yet. Anyways bye, see you soon." I said and gave her a tight hug, turning on my heels to leave the crowded restaurant.

"Okay settle down every one" Mr Murry talks loudly over the chatter, slamming his folder down on the desk. The class fell silent. Mr Murry is a lecturer you wouldn't want to in his bad side. His temper is almost as scary as his face. He is very intelligent though, which makes it easier to understand his what he teaches. Most of the students dislike him for his attitude but when it comes to understanding lectures and passing with flying colors then Mr Murry would be truly loved.

My thoughts were occupied throughly during the class. I was thinking of this shockingly handsome ex of mine, the dark eyes, long pointy nose, and the beard. The tall build up body, his smile, the twinkle in his eyes, and the dimples that makes crazy bunch of butterflies in my stomach.

My ex that would still conquer my heart, The only person that occupies my thoughts, my dreams and every thing else.

I can't seem to get him out of my mind. For over a year I'm still stuck in the same spot, left heartbroken. A heart that couldn't be healed for a year will never be heeled. It will forever be broken.

The bell rang indicating classes are over for the day. I pulled my books into my hand bag, adjusted my headscarf and left the class with a certain pull in my chest.

It took me half an hour to pass through the heavy traffic before I finally reached home. I parked my car and frowned when I saw unidentified cars parked. We had guests. I stepped out of the car and went straight towards the back door, into the kitchen to find a snack to eat.

I eat a lot, food is just something that can clear my thoughts and make me happy when I'm sad. I eat anything as long as it's edible. And whenever I'm in a bad mood I can eat like a hungry pregnant elephant. That's just how much food means to me.So whenever I come home exhausted after a long hectic day at school , I lumber straight to the kitchen to eat anything my gaze falls upon.

"Ahh you are back? How was school today?" Mama asked stirring a pot of Miyan kuka. (Baobab leaf soup). The pungent smell of daddawa filled my nostrils.

"Yes mama, school was fine, and I am sooo hungry" I said rubbing my stomach dramatically.

"The food isn't ready yet, have some snacks and freshen up in your room, I will call you when the food is ready, okay?" Mum said, taking out the big mortar to stir the tuwo that was sizzling on a low flame.  My mum was a really talented chef, she could spend her whole day in the kitchen and still won't get tired. I headed to the staircase where it lead to my deserted room.

The scent of incense stick passes through me as I opened my room with Quran recitation playing at the far end of the room. The room very neat as I always like it, blank and lilac wallpapers covering the walls smoothly, the black carpet spread across the room, the bed had new set of bedcovers and the small bookshelf was arranged systematically, just the way I always arrange it. I can't live in a place where there is dirt. I feel disgusted when I see things laying around un-arranged. Not to mention unclean toilets. I absolutely hate it when there's water on my bathroom floors. Even as a child, I would always freak out when someone touches my things. That's why the maids stopped cleaning my room. I tidy my room myself, and sometimes mum helps me clean up, she know where exactly I keep my things.

The alarm clock had been shifted to the right side of my bed stand. I reached out and moved it the middle.

"Just perfect" I said to myself.

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