"Who on earth picks custard yellow, for aso-ebi colours?". I moved my phone way from my left ear, while I made Akara, It's two weeks to my husband's marriage and I'm all alone in the house. Jinke had moved to his father's house for the wedding preparations.

"Your mother-in-law is colorblind, how can she choose such garish colors for a wedding, like what level of foolishness is that?  If she knew she didn't learn how to match colors properly, she should have paid someone to do it." I laughed harder and used a sieve spoon to bring out the done akara from the hot oil.

"Nusaiba, my mother in law said she chose the custard yellow for the both of us and that red color for the general asoebi". My mother-in-law when she chose the color said she wanted the women in Jinke's life to support him. Hehe. Not for too long though.

"Why don't we talk much later, I'm preparing for work". She accepts and hangs up angrily, probably to start calling around for a fashion designer that can sew my material last minute, I'm not worried.  Left to me. I'll go there in an Abaya, I don't like to stress myself but Nusaiba wouldn't let me wear whatever I want. Nusaiba is one of a kind. She has had me on spa treatments for the past few days. My skin feels so soft and shiny.

Jinke's wedding is going to be the talk of the town and although I still haven't met Kareema since sometime last year and I hear she's going to be staying in this house.

I might sound weak when I say I don't mind. I don't mind one bit, I have made what I think is the best decision in the world. I want to be selfish for once, so selfish even my Lord will have to forgive me.

Love for me isn't that which we must force ourselves to be a part of, sometimes we must let go of love to live our lives for ourselves and our Lord.

Jinke's betrayal is to me a test from Allah, sometimes I think that Allah knows that I have trusted in Jinke too much, maybe He knows I need to trust in him. As humans should trust in Allah's take all times, we must never forget that He is our Lord, nothing beats that fact.

As I drive to work, Nusaiba calls again " Àjíke,I have found a designer for you, she'll take your material and your measurements." I laughed

She then begins with a somewhat authoritative voice " You must not debate the style, I'm making what I think will be the best thing you have ever worn apart from those dreadful ways you sew materials ". I laughed harder, she hangs up with a click.

The last time Nusaiba took charge of my dressing was when we were about to do our convocation from the University. And I loved it to be honest.

A few days later, I'm sweating it out in the choking smell of lavender, the spa lady wrapping the cloth around me and the incense burner, she lightly taps my back to ensure I'm properly scenting of lavender. Another of Nusaiba's handiwork.
I'm even much more prepared than the one who is getting married, all thanks to Nusaiba.

Dear All,

This chapter is one filler chapter and dedicated to all supportive friends out there, I appreciate of my friends, those I see and those who are far away from me. Thank you all so much, May God bless you richly.

In the next two or three parts, I'll be done with Àjíkè, it's been a long and beautiful journey, reading your comments and seeing your votes. I'm sincerely excited to return to writing Second Chances, it's coming back, well edited and properly written.

                                  Yours Truly
                                  Omoope1999