His Vengeance

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“Buba!” Her voice echoed through the humungous compound of the mansion. She stood at the balcony, staring down at the car she had intended to go out with, frowning. Two seconds later, she opened her mouth and yelled “Buba! Can’t you hear me calling you?” Her voice could be heard two houses away, and she didn’t give a damn about that. Buba, being an elderly man in his late sixties rushed out of his room, which happened to be the gateman’s room and looked up at her with a sad expression on his face. “Hajia Jiddah, I’m sorry for not coming out earlier, I was in the toilet and..” Jiddah cut him off aggressively, scrunching her face in utter annoyance. She looked down at him, at how his body was slightly shivering and hissed. “I called you an hour ago and told you to wash my car for me and this is how I’m coming out to meet it? Really, Buba?!” She threw the words at him without caring about his age whatsoever. “I’m sorry, Hajia Jiddah, but it was Alhaji that asked me to wash his car then Hajia too did, so I slightly got carried away and forgot to…” “How dare you forget to wash my car?! Buba, what do you think of yourself in this house? Need I remind you that you’re nothing but a gateman and it will only take a single word from me for you to get replaced? What sort of nonsense is this? How dare you?” She shouted, visibly angry at him. “I’m sorry, Hajia Jiddah. I’ll get to it right now.” The old man uttered and rushed to fetch some water so he could get into it as he said. Jiddah hissed and threw him a condescending look before she walked back inside. It took her over fifteen minutes to finish getting ready and she walked out holding her phone in one hand and her bag in the other. She had a test to write today, if not, she wouldn’t have gone to school because she was a bit under the weather and to top of it all? She had cramps. Upon sighting her, Buba quickly opened the gate to avoid getting insulted by the lady he was more than old enough to father. Jiddah got into her car and was reversing out of the gate when she noticed something, or someone, pushing a cartwheel containing jerrycans filled with water. She didn’t need to be told that the jerrycans were filled with water as she could see them dripping with every move he made. Dan-Garuwa, that’s the name the men that sell water in jerrycans are called. And Dan-Garuwa is pushing his truck, or cartwheel, or whatever it was, into her father’s house. Nearly scratching her brand new Mercedes Benz C300. She stopped the car in a breath and bolted out of the door in a flash. “You must be insane! What the fucking hell?! Buba!!! Who lets this garbage inside? Have you two gone completely insane?!” She screamed at the pitch of her voice. Her eyes bulged as she stared at Malam Buba that was rushing to where she stood, ...

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