This is a true life story of a certain lady, way back in school. I still remember her, in my days on campus, she was one of the popular girl in class cos she was always covering her head. I still remember during our 100 level days, she had her head to her shoulder fully covered in hijab, different
designs of hijab, she was looking pretty and reserved. Friendly, cool headed and just there. Yes, i can never forget her name, Halimat. We do call her Alhaja cos she was always on hijab, she doesn’t do without it, at some point, i almost thought she would start covering her face all in the name of religion. She doesn’t wear trousers or tight skirt, she doesn’t expose her body. But then i noticed something, she was the odd one, i mean in the midst of her friend, she was the unique one in the amongst of her friends. Being unique doesn’t mean she’s better than her friends, what i meant is her friends are the exposed ones, they don’t cover their body not talk of their hair or head. They flaunt anything flauntable, those girls were hot and s*xy** in skinny trousers and short skirts. She mingled with them perfectly well, she was recognised as part of the cliq.
designs of hijab, she was looking pretty and reserved. Friendly, cool headed and just there. Yes, i can never forget her name, Halimat. We do call her Alhaja cos she was always on hijab, she doesn’t do without it, at some point, i almost thought she would start covering her face all in the name of religion. She doesn’t wear trousers or tight skirt, she doesn’t expose her body. But then i noticed something, she was the odd one, i mean in the midst of her friend, she was the unique one in the amongst of her friends. Being unique doesn’t mean she’s better than her friends, what i meant is her friends are the exposed ones, they don’t cover their body not talk of their hair or head. They flaunt anything flauntable, those girls were hot and s*xy** in skinny trousers and short skirts. She mingled with them perfectly well, she was recognised as part of the cliq.
Now in 200 Level, i noticed she began to wear trousers, was still putting on the hijab but the shorter one, not the longer one in 100 level days. What we all thought was, she’s growing up, we embraced and praised her new style. Fastforward to 300 level, she’s changed, her dress sense has changed, she was wearing different trendy clothes, from trousers to skirts but they were still decent. Less i forget, she was still covering her head and hair but not with Hijab this time, it was either a fancy scarf called ‘Pashmina’ or nice female caps. We still call her Alhaja cos she was still reserved but exposed i guess. She was fashionable, trendy but not exactly unique in the midst of her friends anymore, except for the fact that she was still covering her head as a religious girl.
Religious girl? Probably, i still remember how it all happened, it was like the biggest shocker in our department, the biggest and scandalous news of all time. I was in my room, watching movies, then one of my best friend called me on phone, don’t be surprised please, my best friends are all female, ”what’s up” i said, the next thing she told me on phone was ”Halimat is sleeping with my husband”, ”Which Halimat?” i replied. Sigh! She told me the same Halimat in our class, Alhaja? I couldn’t believe it, i thought she was making a terrible mistake to lie against her, how can Halimat sleep with her husband. I thought my friend was making false accusation but then i realise it could be possible cos Halimat and my friend lived in the same hostel on campus and my friend’s husband do visit almost every weekend. My friend is married, her husband is rich, he’s a big boy. Could this be true? I just couldn’t wait to see my friend to give me full gist as a lover of Amebo.
Some days later, my friend came back from Lagos, it was even my place she visited first. Trust me, i have already informed my other friends, as we all gathered in my room waiting and anticipating to hear the full gist. It was a full house, they almost exhausted my food stuff especially my decorated cornflakes and milk on trolley. She finally narrated the whole story, we all opened our mouth, she did what? A whole Alhaja? The shocking revelation was horrible, they truly had se*x, Halimat travelled down to Lagos all the way from Ago Iwoye to go meet my friend’s husband in cheap chalet, where they had se*x. How my friend got to know? She actually went through her husband’s phone and text messages and she found out about her husband’s infidelity, she traced the phone number and it was Halimat’s own, she even saw her account name and account number, meaning she requested for money from him. Trust my friend, she confronted her husband, some men are so stupid, especially my friend’s husband, this loose man confessed to her, he told her everything, he even told her things that are meant to be personal, eeew, some are better kept secret, why would a sane man tell his wife, someone gave him a blowjob. That was exactly what he told his wife, Halimat gave him a blowjob, he claimed she was so good at it. Serioulsy? Is that a man? Spits on his head.
We were all shocked about the whole story, my friend had already called Halimat and threatened her that she was going to expose everything and she would deal with her. She informed all her hostel mates, i call that place Dodan barracks cos students are too much in that hostel. More shocking, as it was revealed that my friend wasn’t even the first person Halimat would do such to, she has done it to one of their hostel mate, that one caught them red handed in a hotel room, without Halimat being remorseful despite being caught. Her hostel began to call Halimat, threatened they were going to beat he up, those girls meant it cos they are mean. Halimat couldn’t come to school, several weeks passed, she couldn’t come to school cos the whole department as heard about it, she was ashamed i guess. A whole Ahlaja, it wasn’t funny at all. More schocking revelations, some guy in my hostel was having se*x with her, trust people, they would start coming out to reveal dirty secrets about you. The news was everywhere but Halimat was no where to be found, she missed lectures and test.
After 2 months or there about, the whole thing had died down, examination timetable was out. In the class, lecturers was lecturing, then the most talked about person walked into the class and the class went ballistic with murmur, side talks, hissing. Surprised to see her, she sat in the midst of her friends or should i say cliq, well they accepted her, they couldn’t deny her, she’s still their friend. As for us, we had already moved on, we have forgotten about it, we shouldn’t beat or disgrace her in public anymore cos we have already tarnished her image, her image has been thoroughly dragged in the mud, even though she’s not the first person to commit such sin and she will definitely not be the last. Few weeks later, she brought her friends to come apologize to my friend, she apologized, she did and she was indeed forgiven. Its her life, her problem, life has to move on.
In our final year, the lady on Hijab has become the Brazillian hair freak, no more hijab, no more scarf, she was exposing her hair, exposing her weavon, wigs, she hardly cover her body, especially her bursty boobs. Her makeup was out of this world, she wasn’t unique in the midst of her friends anymore, they are all the same. I still remember that night we visited a popular club on campus, it was one of our friend’s birthday, i saw her, she was putting on bum shorts, with a cleavage revealing dress, putting on matching outfit with her friends, they came to greet us as coursemates, we couldn’t help but to notice Halimat, Alhaja. We were told they are regular visitor of this club, they were termed as ‘Olosho’.
I kept on wondering, Halimat that used to be unique is no more different from them. What happened to the Lady on Hijab? What happened to Alhaja? Is it bad influence? Or she’s just a hypocrite under the hijab?
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