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Aidah's POV

Today is Amna's Wushe-Wushe and Kai Amarya, a day filled with joy and celebration. I can hardly believe it! Tomorrow, I'll head back to Abuja, but I'll be returning next week for another wedding—my sister Niimah's! Gosh, I'm so excited for that one, especially since I get to be the assistant bride. The thought of all the festivities and the beautiful moments to come has me buzzing with anticipation!

At 5:30 PM, we began getting ready for the event. I slipped into a vibrant red traditional attire called dongashau, which is the Asheobi for the bridesmaids. The others were dressed in the same beautiful fabric, creating a cohesive look. The adults, meanwhile, wore a different style of laffaya, adding variety to the celebration.

Amna, the stunning bride, was adorned in a gorgeous gold laffaya, complete with a matching gold jewelry set that sparkled beautifully against her skin. She looked like a radiant queen, ready to embrace her special day. The excitement in the air was palpable as we all prepared for the festivities ahead.

I picked up my phone and logged into Snapchat to snap some pictures, posting them to my story. Once I finished, I called Maryam, my best friend in the whole world. She picked up on the second ring, her voice bright and cheerful.

"Hey, Aidah! How's it going?" she asked, her enthusiasm instantly lifting my spirits.

"Mairo! You won't believe how beautiful everything looks. I wish you were here!" I replied, trying to convey all the excitement of the moment.

"Oh, I miss you! Send me lots of pictures!" she urged, and we chatted for a while, sharing laughter and anticipation for the night ahead.

Maryam Malik is my best friend, alongside Damilola Olaruwanju. We've been inseparable since childhood, sharing countless memories from school days. Maryam is from Gombe State and comes from a Fulani background. Although we ended up at separate universities, our bond remained strong. I finished my studies first, having pursued Architecture, while Maryam is currently studying Medicine at the University of Roehampton in London. We often reminisce about our childhood adventures, and no matter the distance, we always find time to catch up.

"The guys are here to take you to the venue, girls," Amna's maternal aunt announced, her voice breaking through the excitement in the room.

"Mairo, I've got to go. Love you!" I said quickly, glancing at the others as we gathered our things.

"Okay, love you! Bye!" Maryam replied, her voice warm and reassuring as she hung up. I felt a flutter of excitement as I prepared to join the festivities.

Hajju, Falmata, and I hopped into Farouk's car, laughter bubbling between us as we chatted about everything and nothing. The anticipation was palpable, and soon enough, we pulled up to the venue. It was stunningly decorated, with vibrant colors and elegant floral arrangements that set the perfect backdrop for the celebration. The atmosphere was buzzing with excitement, and I could hardly wait to step inside.

We danced to Gangakura and even though I wasn't the best dancer, I found myself swept up in the joy of it all. The infectious energy made it impossible not to smile and enjoy the moment. After the event wrapped up, we headed back home, buzzing with excitement to prepare for the Kai Amarya. The next celebration awaited, and I couldn't help but feel a thrill of anticipation as it was the last event.

I changed into a simple yet elegant blue Ankara off-shoulder dress with a peplum design that accentuated my figure. After tying my head tie, I gathered all my belongings and placed them in a light pink Prada handbag. Slipping into my nude slippers, I grabbed a matching veil to complete the look before heading out, feeling both excited and tired from the events.

We arrived at Tahir's parents' house on Lagos Street in GRA. Amna was promptly summoned to meet her mother-in-law for the traditional gifting ceremony. Afterward, we made our way to Amna's new matrimonial home, just a few blocks away from her in-laws. The excitement was palpable as we approached her new beginning, the atmosphere filled with warmth and love.

Amna's house is truly beautiful, mashallah. It features two spacious living rooms, four bedrooms, each with its own ensuite bathroom, a modern kitchen, and a stunning backyard that invites relaxation and gatherings. The attention to detail in the design reflects her taste, creating a warm and welcoming character.

We girls eagerly awaited the Sayan Baki, a traditional ceremony where the bride's friends stay with her until the groom and his entourage arrive to pay their respects and gifts. I wasn't entirely sure how the process worked, but I knew it involved money—and wherever there's money, you can count me in!

"We want 5 million only," Hajju declared confidently, her eyes sparkling with mischief. The room erupted in laughter, but there was a sense of seriousness beneath it. We all knew this was part of the playful banter that often accompanied such ceremonies.

Amna looked at us with a mix of amusement and disbelief, clearly enjoying the camaraderie among her friends. "You all are ridiculous," she chuckled, shaking her head. But deep down, I could see the excitement building as she anticipated the groom's arrival.

"Haba, reduce it to 500k mana," one of Tahir's friends chimed in, laughter bubbling up around the room. The atmosphere was light-hearted, but the stakes felt real.

"500k? You think we're joking?" Hajju shot back playfully, crossing her arms. "For our Amna, we deserve more!"

Everyone joined in on the banter, teasing the groom's friends while Amna blushed at the attention. It was all in good fun, but there was an underlying excitement as we prepared for the arrival of the groom to unveil his bride.

"Fine, we've reduced it to 2 million kawai, and that's final," I declared, trying to sound serious despite the laughter in the room.

The groom's friends exchanged glances, feigning disbelief. "2 million? You guys are tough negotiators!" one of them exclaimed, a grin spreading across his face.

"Well, we have to make it worth our Amna's beauty, don't we?" I shot back, unable to hold back a smile. The playful banter continued, creating a vibrant energy as we eagerly awaited the groom's arrival.

The groomsmen collected Falmata's details and quickly transferred the money, their laughter echoing through the room. As soon as the groom entered, a wave of excitement rippled among us.

"That's our cue!" I announced, nudging the girls. It was time to give the newlyweds their privacy. We gathered our things, exchanging teasing glances and whispers about the night's events as we made our way to the door.

Before stepping out, I couldn't resist turning back for one last look at Amna, glowing in her new role. "Congratulations, Amna! Enjoy every moment!" I called out, earning a grateful smile from her as the door closed behind us, sealing in their intimate celebration.

Hajju dropped me off at my house on Damboa Road. As I stepped inside, the warm chatter of family filled the air. I spotted Ammi, Ya Niimah, and Khalifa, along with a few relatives gathered in the living room.

"Assalamu Alaikum!" I greeted, a smile spreading across my face as I made my way to the sofa. I settled next to Khalifa, who was animatedly recounting a story to anyone who would listen. His energy was infectious, and I couldn't help but chuckle at his dramatic gestures.

"Did you have fun at the wedding?" Ammi asked, her eyes twinkling with curiosity.

I nodded enthusiastically, eager to share all the highlights of the day.

After the last guests left, Ammi turned to me with a purposeful look.

"Aidah, get ready. We are going out," she said.

"Ammi, ndaro lenyen? (Where are we going?)" I asked, my curiosity piqued.

"To your grandparents' house," she replied with a smile.

"Okay," I said, feeling a mix of excitement and warmth. I headed upstairs to freshen up, quickly changing into a comfortable outfit. The thought of visiting my grandparents always brought a smile to my face; their stories and warmth were something I cherished. After a quick touch-up, I made my way back down, ready for our little adventure.

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"Ushe kenshero (you are welcome)," My grandma, Baba's mom, said warmly as we entered.

"Nda dubdo, Kaka (good evening)," We greeted in unison, the familiarity of the moment filling me with joy.

"Klewa slai (fine)," She replied, her smile as radiant as ever.

"Nda fato (how's home)?" Ammi asked, settling into the conversation.

"Fato bai (home's fine)," Kaka replied, her voice steady and comforting. It's hard to believe that this incredible woman is over eighty years old; she looks as vibrant as someone in their sixties. Her energy and spirit have always amazed me, a true testament to her strength and grace.

I headed to the kitchen to grab a drink of water. The house was bustling with activity, filled with workers moving about, preparing for the evening. I opened the fridge and pulled out a bottle of cold water, the chill refreshing against my skin. After taking a moment to savor the coolness, I made my way back to the living room, where laughter and chatter filled the air, creating a warm and welcoming atmosphere.

"Kaka, we are leaving for Abuja tomorrow inshallah" Ammi said

She showered us with prayers, her voice filled with warmth and love, as we prepared to leave. "May Allah bless your journey and keep you safe," she said, her hands raised in supplication.

We exchanged hugs and kisses, cherishing the moment before stepping outside. As we made our way to the car, I felt a sense of comfort, knowing that Kaka's prayers were with us. The evening air was cool, and the familiar sounds of our neighborhood wrapped around us like a warm blanket.

We next went to Ammi's parents' house to say goodbye to Baba Umaru and Goggo Inna. The familiar sight of their home brought a wave of nostalgia, memories of childhood visits flooding my mind.

As we entered, Goggo Inna greeted us with her warm smile, her traditional attire flowing elegantly. Despite her age, her spirit was vibrant. She spoke in Fulani, her voice soft yet commanding. "Jam bandu, my children," she said, her eyes twinkling with affection.

Ammi replied in the same language, a smile spreading across her face. "Jam, Goggo."

"Sannun ku da zuwa," She greeted with a warm smile, her eyes shining with joy at our arrival.

"Miji na ne yau a gari," She continued, referring to Khalifa, who shares Baba Umaru's name with pride.

"Goggo Inna, jam bandu na," Khalifa replied, grinning widely as he greeted her.

"How are you, my husband?" she teased, her laughter filling the room.

"Oh, Goggo Inna, are we invisible to you?" Ya Niimah chimed in, playfully pouting as she crossed her arms.

Goggo Inna turned her attention to Ya Niimah, her expression turning mock-serious. "No, my dear, I see you well. You are all just too beautiful; it's hard to focus on one!"

We all chuckled, feeling the warmth of family and the comfort of home. It was moments like these that reminded us of the love that bound us together, even amidst the playful banter.

"Adda Niimah, don't mind her; it's just because he has her husband's name," I chimed in, grinning at the playful exchange.

Niimah rolled her eyes but couldn't help the smile that crept onto her face. "You're right, Aidah. Goggo Inna just loves her favorite grandson," she teased, nudging Khalifa with her elbow.

Khalifa laughed, soaking in the attention. "What can I say? I'm just that charming!"

Goggo Inna shook her head, her laughter ringing out. "Charming or not, you all know I love you equally. Now, come sit and tell me all how you have been!"

I turned to Khalifa and teased, "Big baby kawai!"

He puffed out his chest, pretending to be offended. "I'm not a baby! I'm just... very lovable!"

Ya Niimah and I burst into laughter, and Goggo Inna shook her head with a smile. "You two are relentless," she said, her eyes sparkling with joy.

Khalifa crossed his arms, a mock-serious expression on his face. "Well, someone has to keep the charm alive in this family!"

"You're doing a great job, but you might want to work on your seriousness," I joked, hitting him playfully as he swatted my hand away.

"I saw Ahmadu yesterday." Goggo said. Ya Ahmad came for the wedding Fatiha but left earlier today.

We shared more laughter and stories with our grandmother before deciding to visit our grandfather. The warmth of our conversations lingered as we made our way to his side of the house to greet him.

"Salamu alaikum," We greeted as we entered.

"Wa alaikum salam, gaye," he replied, gesturing for us to come in. Baba Umaru, Ammi's father, originally hails from Adamawa but moved to Maiduguri years ago. He speaks Kanuri fluently, often even more so than Fulani.

We entered the room and settled comfortably on the soft Italian rug that adorned the floor, enjoying the warmth and familiarity of our grandpa's home. The inviting mood made it easy to relax and soak in the family ambiance.

"Welcome, my dear children," He greeted us, his face lighting up with a wide smile.

"Nda dubdo, Baba," we responded warmly, our voices mingling in the air.

"Nda fato," He inquired, looking at us with curiosity.

"Fato bai," We replied, smiling back at him.

We chatted with Baba Umaru for a while, sharing stories and laughter, before deciding it was time to leave. We felt a sense of contentment as we prepared to rest, knowing that we had a busy day ahead of us tomorrow.

As soon as we got home, I headed straight to my room to prepare for bed. Fortunately, there wasn't much to pack since we would be returning soon for Adda Niimah's wedding. I only needed to grab a few essentials to take back to Abuja with me.

Feeling too lazy to shower, I simply slipped into my pajamas and climbed onto my incredibly comfortable bed. It was in that moment that exhaustion washed over me, and before I knew it, I was fast asleep.

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