MAIMAH: Sequel To Balqis

When I was a kid, I often used to wonder how I loved being around Ramadan, I would cry if someone other than him, my mum, or brother Mahmud attempted to carry me. Those three were my role models.

My grandmother, Hajiya Aisha was my enemy number one. She used to call me Tsohuwa, which means old woman in Hausa. She said I was too smart for my age, and that the real Umaimah whose name I was given reincarnated as me.

I would scream whenever she called me tsohuwa, and she would quickly cover her ears with her hands due to my piercing voice. My mum, however would only smile and shake her head.

People used to say I would grow to be a newscaster because of my sharp voice, and because I could speak for Africa, but brother Mahmud and my mum believed I would one day be a lecturer.

This is just a prologue. I would jump into the main story in the next part, starting from my first day at school. However, I would skip the places I can't remember. Thanks for reading.