20-year-old university student Maliyah Tijjani is independent and fierce, yet damaged. She's been damaged for many years of her life and she is trying her best not to bring her past traumas into her new profound freedom. She avoids dating to maintai...
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"Yama you know damn well you have absolutely no business coming with me. I don't even know why you tried to ask Ma" I said.
"Okay but you could have taken me as your date, I just want the food," Mariama pouted.
I was in the back of an Uber and was on FaceTime with my sister the entire time. I didn't want to take my car.
The event started at 5, but- actually, I had no excuse. I just didn't want to be the first person there. Didn't feel like it.
"I was surprised Ma even let you go to begin, it's not fair. I barely get to go out." Mariama complained.
"Bitch you're tripping. Ma was ten times more harder on me than she is on you right now. Consider yourself lucky, I lowered her expectations for you."
It was true. Ma didn't treat Mariama the way she treated me. Then again I didn't have an older sister to defend me back then either.
I always jumped into their arguments and defended my sister whenever she had a valid point.
Ma and I had our good moments, but it was often out of guilt.
"Text me the pictures you don't post on your story, always cover your drink, I left some condoms in your wallet, you got your taser right? "
"Gir- bye Yama, I love you",
"Wait I love you to-"
I hung up. She was a character.
I wasn't worried about tonight anymore. After I got home from Athena's and got ready, my confidence skyrocketed and my alter-ego unlocked.
I had on a thin material leopard dress, with thin straps and my back was exposed. The dress hugged my waist perfectly, and my back was exposed.
I paired it with a pair of nude heels and very minimal accessories. I was the main attraction.
I had meditated after my shower, just to lock in some good energy for tonight. Also, Ma said like 50 million prayers over me before I left, so I felt protected.
Soon, I arrived at the hotel, and I was shocked. The door was opened for me by the valet, and he kindly helped me out of the car.
I could walk in heels, but I was nervous.
Don't trip. Don't trip. Don't fucking trip.
There was a red carpet that led up to the grand entrance of the hotel, and the red and cream floral placements matched the aesthetic of the place.
I checked through security, allowing them to check my spend-the-nights bag along with my purse, verify my ID, and I was cleared to go.
The lobby was quiet. I knew I was in the right place, but I hope I wasn't too late.
