Misfortunate

Misfortunate

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Labeebah Sheriff, known as 'BeebahShe' in the south and simply 'Beebah' in the north is your girl-next-door actress, likes to hide indoors but has enough vanity to see herself grace the screens. When tragedy strikes, Labeebah isn't surprised because to her, what could be more tragic that having an unsupportive partner? So she plunges herself harder into her work and leaves him to his antics. But how does she deal when she ends up in a wheelchair and has only her thoughts for company? What will she do? How will she even let light come back to her life? Misfortunate is Labeebah's fate.

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"Action!"

I turn to face Ali, and started with my index finger in his face, speaking Hausa. "You're being so unfair to ask me to move in with your mother so that you can move your other wife in. You're being unfair." He eyes me and gives me a signal to get out of the way, not touching me. I sigh for the camera and then observe the director's face. He doesn't look happy, so I am not surprised when he shouts "Cut!"

"Labeebah" He begins using my own name, not Amina which I bear in the movie. "You should say that to Ali as softly as possible. Don't be aggressive. That's not how a Hausa woman behaves, not even any woman anywhere. We'll take this again, don't shout at him, sound as pleading as possible." I blink at him, wanting to ask if I read the script wrong. I clearly read that the statement was supposed to be said aggressively. Then, I remember that the producer of the movie says he wants it to resonate with Hausa men, that he wants them to be able to watch it.

I don't tell him that, instead I nod submissively and adjust the purple floor length hijab I'm wearing, pulling it over my forehead a little more. If I'd known that the pace of the movie would be twisted this way, I might never have taken up this role, it's also too late to back out since I cannot pay back the advance I was paid.

"Ali! Come and start over." Ali walks in, juggling his keys and comes to sit arrogantly in the single person sofa in front of me. At the director's cue, we start the scene all over and when we're done, I've succeeded in shedding a few more tears and I can now go home.

I step over a lot of cables, big and small on my way to meet my assistant who is reclined in a small chair just off the set, out of everybody's way. Most of the set hands take their anger off on actress assistants whom they believe are an extension of actresses themselves.

I tap her, she rouses from her sleep slowly and wipes her eyes. I smile at her child-like movements. "Nafeesah. Sorry I took so long. Ready?" She nods and gets up, unwrapping my handbag and phone to hand to me.

"Your husband called." My heart stops, i stop walking too. "When?" She stutters before saying that my husband has called about six times. "Why didn't you signal me?" I ask her, a little miffed because Abdul will tear me to shreds today.

"Buy me some airtime will you?" I pass her a one thousand naira note and she rushes off to get it, no doubt from somewhere she found out earlier. So I lean against a wall and wait for her to return.

When I hear footsteps behind me, I turn to meet Ali whom I acted as his wife earlier. He is Ali in real life too. He is smiling weirdly and I instinctively pull my floor length hijab to myself in a bid for protection. I know him, he is a lewd, disgusting human.

"Labeebah, Labeebah." He says my name in a sing song tone that grates on my nerves. "Good afternoon." I greet.

"How are you?" He asks but I refuse to answer. I know from experience what he wants. "I can see you're fine. Very beautiful in fact." He laughs out loud and lets his eyes rake my body from head to toe in a nerve-racking manner.

"You know you're fighting a lost battle? Hmm Don't you?" I spy Nafeesah coming from a far distance and walk past him, sweeping up dust with my hijab's hem. I do not mind another wash, as long as I let him know he cannot intimidate me. I have other things to be concerned about.

I use the key I brought out of ny bag earlier to open my passenger door and wait for Nafeesah who has finally reached me. She hands me the card and I scratch it, copy the digits into my phone and when it works, I calk Abdul almost immediately.

"Assalamualaikum." I sigh when he begins talking. One of the first things i fell in love with about him was his voice, so soothing, so smooth. "Where are you?"

"I just left the set now. Nafeesah is driving me to the city centre and I'll bring myself home." I tell him exactly where and how I'll be getting home. Abdul doesn't like being lied to, no one does and I love peace.

"See you at home." He ends the call with a masalam and I smile. Abdul is good for my Iman, he never fails to imprint one tenet of Islam after the other on me with every encounter.

I spend the drive from Kuje to Gwagalada replying messages that people have left me in the course of the day. I'm not very popular but I already have my own league of fans, hence the many messages. When Nafeesah drives into a corner, parks and steps out of the car to let me get into the seat, I pout. I hate driving.

"Enjoy the rest of your day. See you later." I wave at her as she crosses the road and i press the accelerator. In about fifteen minutes, I turn my blinkers on and turn right into the area of Wuse that I live in. Soon enough, the twelve story building that houses, our three bedroom flat comes into view and I'm happy to see it. I want to just jump into the shower and wash the stress of today's set away.

When I get into the reception, I meet my neighbor Hadiza talking to a woman, so I greet both of them and walk past them to the elevator. I tap on it only to find out it's not working. I hiss lightly and turn to go to the back so I can take the stairs. When I have only walked a few steps, I hear the two women hiss, slap their hands together and laugh so wickedly.

I stop when I've left their sight and sigh. I ask my body to get thick skinned so that I can just fling insults off and move past them, only seeing them as obstacles. But I haven't gotten there yet, insults from people who do not know a thing about my life or how I've lived it still stings and I can only stop for a moment, exhale and lift my head up high as I walk over their words.

I'm panting after climbing the stairs to the third floor where my husband and I share a three bedroom apartment. I knock on the back door where the stairs connect to. I see a movement inside and soon, Abdul comes to slide the door open for me, I carefully pass because of the heavy curtains I put at that door.

"You're so late. And what is that scent I smell?" I sigh at the attack as I find my way to the purple plush chair I placed near the sliding door to take off my sandals. Not today Abdul. There is no scent, he's only trying to get details of my day.

"I don't have anyone's scent on me Abdul. You know it. My day was fine, the director shouted at me only theee times today, that means I'm getting better. You don't ask me these things, you just want to know if I've been with a man. Because those are the only thoughts that cloud your mind; How your beautiful wife who doesn't have a mind of her own will be taken away by another actor. Just calm down and be a strength to me, not a drawback." I pick of my sandals after my tirade and push it forcefully into the shoe rack resting against the hallway leading to the bedroom.

After jamming my foot wear in, I try take off my hijab as I walk into the room but I stop at the door and try to calm myself down because as usual, Abdul has left articles of clothing strewn everywhere. The bed, the padded bench, the ottoman. Everywhere.

I untie the string holding the hijab at my nape and finish taking it off. Not today, I'll sleep in another room other than pick up Abdul's clothes. I change my mind as I fold my hijab, so I begin to take each cloth and place each back to where it is supposed to be. In spite of how tired I am.

When I reach the living room again, I walk to his side and sit with him. "How did your day go?" He sighs and tells me how he looked around Abuja for a job and didn't see but was called for an interview in Kano. And that he might go.

"Not bad, Kano isn't too far away. You can come home whenever you like. I can come visit you whenever I like." He nods and I kiss his temple before getting up to go cook. As I open the kitchen door, i ask, "What would you like for dinner?"

"Rice and beans?" I nod and walk into the kitchen, turning on appliances as I go. I've successfully averted another wahala. I whistle out a song I performed in a movie very early on in my career and begin to pull out things to make a stew for the rice and beans mix.

As I pull out the boiled peppers and tomatoes mix I put in the refrigerator from the freezer this morning, i wonder how life would be if Abdul would just help with something. The sink is piled with plates he used to eat, the dustbin with bottles of soya milk and bread packs.

Many times, I want to come home to cooked food and just go straight to bed, or talk to someone really sympathetic who isn't worried that I'm about to leave him for a petty dirty actor. I've long resigned myself to being alone while in a marriage, while together with someone who is supposed to complete my Deen.

It's just ironic. Really ironic.

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53 Bab
One
 "Action!"     I turn to face Ali, and started with my index finger in his face, speaking Hausa. "You're being so unfair to ask me to move in with your mother so that you can move your other wife in. You're being unfair." He eyes me and gives me a signal to get out of the way, not touching me. I sigh for the camera and then observe the director's face. He doesn't look happy, so I am not surprised when he shouts "Cut!"     "Labeebah" He begins using my own name, not Amina which I bear in the movie. "You should say that to Ali as softly as possible. Don't be aggressive. That's not how a Hausa woman behaves, not even any woman anywhere. We'll take this again, don't shout at him, sound as pleading as possible." I blink at him, wanting to ask if I read the script wrong. I clearly read that the statement was supposed to be said aggr
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Two
      "So, when is she giving you the money?" Abdul's question stops me in my tracks. I was pulling off my hijab just after praying Zuhr prayers. I let the orange stretchy material drop back unto my body before slow "What money?" He sighs and looks everywhere but at me. "The recommendation money fa. You're supposed to have collected it by now." I make a face at him and he points at me, shaking his index finger from his seat. "And don't give me that face. You're too slow." I shake my head. It's been two days since Ali's insistent pushing and Abdul told me of his trip to Kano and a single moment of peace has not been my own since then. He talks about money at any available time. Money! Money all the time. 
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Three
"That's all for today's shoot people." I internally do a jig when the director says we're done for the day. I intentionally helped rush the shoot because I have to travel to Kano. Need to go visit Abdul who left for Kano a week ago, I miss him.    I step out into the cool morning air, we'd been shooting since four am. I left my house at an ungodly three am to get here early, the only downside is that I have to follow the minivan that brought the rest of the cast. So I lean against a pillar and wait for the rest of the cast to finish, right there I imagine myself frying eggs and plantains with hot spicy noodles for breakfast. The thought keeps me company and helps be less angry at the stalling actors.    "Labeebah." I sigh. I can't even fault him for calling my name right. There's no Nafeesah here to save me today. The worst thing is, I didn't hear him walk so close
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Chapter Four
                          The door opens as I pull off the old threadbare navy blue hijab I used to pray Isha¹ and wear my scarf. My aunt comes in holding my favorite large mug with my face on it, I giggle as I climb the bed, leaving space for my aunt to climb in.  She hands me the mug and the scent of Lipton tea, Milo and three crowns milk and a little sugar tickles my senses. I lift the cover and stir it with the spoon in it to take a dainty sip. I smile at my aunt thankfully, safely keep the mug on my bedside table and lean on the wooden headboard.  "Labibi? How are you?" I shut my eyes and exhale. "Nothing Ma. I'm fine." I call her Ma and she calls me Labibi because when my parents just died, many things reminded me off them, I tried not to let myself forget their memories, so I made new
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Five
6:50 pm, The Lamido house, Life Camp, Abuja.   I responded to greetings as I shut the door of the Uber I ordered and watched it drive out of the gates that Baba Sarah opened. I waited to greet the gateman who i knew was itching to talk to me. He quickly shut the gate and ran to me. "Oga soldier." He greeted, mimicking the attention stance my battalion soldiers gave when they saw me. I just nodded and waited for him to stop trembling enough to speak. "My daughter had the baby yesterday. She is still at the hospital because there is no money to use for discharge." He said in Hausa, tear clouded his eyes and I sighed. His daughter had been raped by some boys in their area who thought she was playing hard to get, I personally reported to the assistant inspector general who sent the police there to get all three boys arrested. I tapped Baba Sarah's back as I
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Six
"I have some free time between ten and twelve later, so please get ready to go to the bank." As I spoke, a ping came on both our phones, I know because I saw him walk to his and open his message.   I took a leisurely stroll to where my phone was and tapped on it, heart literally falling into my stomach when I saw it was from the bank. "Abdul? Another five hundred thousand? Why?" He just hisses and walks to the room we once shared, my whole self is trembling as i follow him at a more sedate pace.   "Why would you withdraw another five hundred thousand naira? Zuwaiya isn't getting married ba? It's you? You're using my money to fund your marriage. How cruel can you be? That you'll take an orphan's money to fund a frivolous thing. I didn't say don't get married, I didn't ask you a single question. Why then are you punishing me?" I furiously wipe tears that gathered on my lower lids.   "What your money? Last time I checked, i
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Chapter Seven
I keep swallowing the expensive Ben's and Jerry's ice cream we were given as souvenir at the Kamu I attended yesterday. I don't even look Abdul's way, I instead stick my short spoon for another scoop of ice cream. "Can't you hear me?" I finally raise my eyes to look at him. "What did you say?" I ask stupidly. I pat myself on the back, the acting was superb. "Don't sit there acting stupid Labeebah. You transferred all that money, even cancelled the account. Why kind of human does that? Ehn? Tell me. How am I supposed to pay for the wedding when you take all the money." I don't say a word, I just keep scooping the chocolatey goodness into the spoon and into my mouth next. "Aren't you going to answer me?" I lean against the sofa, smiling like I didn't hear a word. He throws his hands up and leaves the room, my face changes immediately he leaves. If he were full of fake apologies, I might have listened, but slapping me over
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Eight
"Was that all he said?" I hummed to my aunt as I prepared my own mixed cocktail using a fizzy non alcoholic drink. I pick the two cups and a beautiful wooden tray I use for my advertisement pictures and do the difficult to my room with my phone balanced on my ear. "What do you suggest Ma?" My aunt sighs. "I'm short of words. If your uncle heard this, he'd ask you to move back home, I can condone anything but fetish things. That one is too much." I set down the tray on my filming table and sit in the brown leather chair. "I do not know what to do Ma. Tired is an understatement for how I feel. He keeps showing me sides to him everyday, I'm scared for my own life." I sigh. Putting down the cocktail cup cover I was holding. "Just be careful. Since you said you use camera in your room, keep using it till you find another apartment." I shut my eyes in tiredness. "But Ma, I paid for this house, with my mone
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Nine
If I remembered today was the wedding, I might not have stepped a foot outside the house then. But then, I could not have taken delivery of the sinasir and soup I sent for.         "So, how are you faring?" I sigh and lean against the fire escape railing, electricity went out earlier so the elevator isn't working.I could have avoided questions like this from my one-floor-up neighbor.         "I'm fine. I need to pay the delivery person, so please excuse me." I turn and climb the stairs to the last floor, taking the back into the door room lobby.         "Hello." I greet the delivery person. "Ma, good afternoon, oh my goodness. It's you." I smile at the young lady who doesn't look older than my twenty four years.         "Yes, it's me." I smile wid
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Ten
"Why didn't you refill the gas cylinder? What kind of human being are you?" I shift the chinese food package in my left hand to my right, while I went out to get food, Abdul and his new wife came home. "I didn't even know it finished." He looks at me murdereously, making me smirk, I didn't even know that anything of that sort was happening. "Well, you can call the all night service, they'll bring gas as long as you have money." The amarya comes out of her room, scratch that; mine and Abdul's former room. I click a glance in her direction, just saying the salam. She gives me a look that immediately makes me wish I had kept quiet and walked away at the same time. "Ab darling, is this her? The Uwargida?" She wrinkles her little nose and walks to Abdul's side, putting an arm around him and I watch Abdul do the same. "Yes my dear, that's her. She's Labeebah Sheriff." Amarya sniffs and wrinkles her lips. "
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