A big woman was seated in a very large and luxurious living room filled with all kinds of modern comforts. She was about fifty years old, but she looked like someone in her mid-thirties. Her eyes were covered with glasses, she looked calm as she worked on a computer while sipping tea.
A young lady, about twenty-seven years old, walked into the living room and sat beside her. Without even lifting her head, the woman said,
“What happened? I know something is bothering you. I can see it on your face. What is it?”
The girl touched her face slightly and said,
“Mummy, do you know something?”
“No, tell me,” the woman replied.
In a complaining tone, the girl said,
“Mummy, look at how big and rich this house is. Look at all the wealth inside it. Yet I own only one car, and I don’t even have a personal driver. But look at the landlord’s daughter—how many cars does she have? How many drivers has she hired and fired just recently? She even uses the house owner’s cars whenever she likes. Honestly, we are being treated with discrimination. We are insulted and humiliated as if we were slaves.”
The woman removed her glasses and said,
“Ramlah, what do you want me to do? Alhaji doesn’t listen to anyone or consider anyone except his daughter. Whatever she wants, he does. Besides, all these things are temporary. But what exactly do you want?”
“Mum, I want my car changed, and I also want a driver. Not just one car—cars! I want to live in luxury the way I deserve. Look at the empire we live in, yet everything is controlled by a small girl. Mum, I want to celebrate my birthday, and I need a lot of money to impress my friends. I also heard the government will be auctioning some lands in GRA—you should own some.”
The woman sighed.
“Ramlah, all these things are easy to get in this house, but you know everything requires either my husband’s permission or his daughter’s approval.”
“But Mum, isn’t there any way you can get money on your own? You’re his wife yet everything depends on his daughter? There should be a way for you to control some money,” Ramlah said.
“There is no such way. Every single kobo I spend must be approved by his lawyer. But don’t forget, we have a good plan in place. That’s why I’m not worried. Right now, I want to convince him to send Amal to Turkey to continue her studies.”
Ramlah said,
“Alright, but we must act fast before this chance slips away. But what about my car?”
“You must talk to the house owner’s daughter. If she agrees, even ten cars won’t be a problem. I will send you money into your account, but you have to get her approval for the car.”
Ramlah frowned.
“No Mum, you should talk to her. You know I don’t get along with her. I don’t want humiliation.”
The woman replied,
“Do you think she will listen to me? It has been five days since she even looked at me. Just leave her alone.”
Ramlah said,
“Let me call her. Please talk to her.”
The woman nodded.
“Alright, may God make it successful.”
---
The girl (the landlord’s daughter) was sitting in front of her dressing mirror, wrapped in a towel, trying to comb her hair. The room was filled with makeup and beauty products. The door opened and another young lady entered without greeting.
“Mum says she wants to see you,” she said.
The girl ignored her completely.
Angrily, Ramlah said,
“Are you deaf? I’m talking to you!”
The girl calmly stood up, walked to her wardrobe filled with countless expensive clothes arranged neatly like in a boutique. She picked a sleeveless red top and, without turning around, said arrogantly,
“Tell whoever sent you that I have no time for her now. If it’s important, she should come herself. Otherwise, she should wait. Now get out, I need privacy.”
Ramlah exploded,
“How dare you? You expect my mother to come and beg you? Who do you think you are?”
The girl turned sharply and said,
“Enough! Your mother is just a human being like anyone else. This is my father’s house. I will do whatever I want. If you are tired of it, pack your things and leave!”
Ramlah stormed out angrily.
Back in the living room, her mother smiled and said,
“You look angry.”
“Mummy, that girl is extremely rude. If not for fear of consequences, I would have strangled her.”
The woman smiled mysteriously.
“Be patient, my daughter. Everything will soon change. Those on top will fall, and those below will rise. I will personally change your car and get you a driver.”
---
Yusuf’s Side
Yusuf was sitting at home watching the news after Isha prayer when his mother returned.
“Why are you angry?” she teased.
“Umma, you left since afternoon and came back late. I was worried,” Yusuf said.
He expressed how much he loved his mother and how she was the only one he truly trusted after his father’s death. She was deeply moved.
Later that night, Yusuf thought about the job he had been given—to be the driver of a certain arrogant girl. He couldn’t tell his mother because he knew it would hurt her.
The next day, Yusuf and Abbas went to the mansion of Alhaji Nasir Daula.
Security was tight. They were searched before being allowed in.
The house was unbelievably luxurious.
They were taken inside where Alhaji Nasir, his wife, and two daughters were sitting.
“This is the new driver,” Abbas said.
Yusuf introduced himself.
Alhaji Nasir smiled warmly.
“I have never seen a bad Yusuf in my life.”
He sent for his daughter.
After a long wait, she finally appeared — stunning, elegant, but cold and proud.
She ordered everyone out of the room except Yusuf.
She then asked him,
“What is your level of education?”
“Secondary school,” Yusuf replied nervously.
“What is your job?”
“I work as a shop assistant.”
She sipped her milk calmly and said,
“You seem sensible. I can accept you as my driver — but I have conditions…”
A big woman was seated in a very large and luxurious living room filled with all kinds of modern comforts. She was about fifty years old, but she looked like someone in her mid-thirties. Her eyes were covered with glasses, she looked calm as she worked on a computer while sipping tea.
A young lady, about twenty-seven years old, walked into the living room and sat beside her. Without even lifting her head, the woman said,
“What happened? I know something is bothering you. I can see it on your face. What is it?”
The girl touched her face slightly and said,
“Mummy, do you know something?”
“No, tell me,” the woman replied.
In a complaining tone, the girl said,
“Mummy, look at how big and rich this house is. Look at all the wealth inside it. Yet I own only one car, and I don’t even have a personal driver. But look at the landlord’s daughter—how many cars does she have? How many drivers has she hired and fired just recently? She even uses the house owner’s cars whenever she likes. Honestly, we are being treated with discrimination. We are insulted and humiliated as if we were slaves.”
The woman removed her glasses and said,
“Ramlah, what do you want me to do? Alhaji doesn’t listen to anyone or consider anyone except his daughter. Whatever she wants, he does. Besides, all these things are temporary. But what exactly do you want?”
“Mum, I want my car changed, and I also want a driver. Not just one car—cars! I want to live in luxury the way I deserve. Look at the empire we live in, yet everything is controlled by a small girl. Mum, I want to celebrate my birthday, and I need a lot of money to impress my friends. I also heard the government will be auctioning some lands in GRA—you should own some.”
The woman sighed.
“Ramlah, all these things are easy to get in this house, but you know everything requires either my husband’s permission or his daughter’s approval.”
“But Mum, isn’t there any way you can get money on your own? You’re his wife yet everything depends on his daughter? There should be a way for you to control some money,” Ramlah said.
“There is no such way. Every single kobo I spend must be approved by his lawyer. But don’t forget, we have a good plan in place. That’s why I’m not worried. Right now, I want to convince him to send Amal to Turkey to continue her studies.”
Ramlah said,
“Alright, but we must act fast before this chance slips away. But what about my car?”
“You must talk to the house owner’s daughter. If she agrees, even ten cars won’t be a problem. I will send you money into your account, but you have to get her approval for the car.”
Ramlah frowned.
“No Mum, you should talk to her. You know I don’t get along with her. I don’t want humiliation.”
The woman replied,
“Do you think she will listen to me? It has been five days since she even looked at me. Just leave her alone.”
Ramlah said,
“Let me call her. Please talk to her.”
The woman nodded.
“Alright, may God make it successful.”
---
The girl (the landlord’s daughter) was sitting in front of her dressing mirror, wrapped in a towel, trying to comb her hair. The room was filled with makeup and beauty products. The door opened and another young lady entered without greeting.
“Mum says she wants to see you,” she said.
The girl ignored her completely.
Angrily, Ramlah said,
“Are you deaf? I’m talking to you!”
The girl calmly stood up, walked to her wardrobe filled with countless expensive clothes arranged neatly like in a boutique. She picked a sleeveless red top and, without turning around, said arrogantly,
“Tell whoever sent you that I have no time for her now. If it’s important, she should come herself. Otherwise, she should wait. Now get out, I need privacy.”
Ramlah exploded,
“How dare you? You expect my mother to come and beg you? Who do you think you are?”
The girl turned sharply and said,
“Enough! Your mother is just a human being like anyone else. This is my father’s house. I will do whatever I want. If you are tired of it, pack your things and leave!”
Ramlah stormed out angrily.
Back in the living room, her mother smiled and said,
“You look angry.”
“Mummy, that girl is extremely rude. If not for fear of consequences, I would have strangled her.”
The woman smiled mysteriously.
“Be patient, my daughter. Everything will soon change. Those on top will fall, and those below will rise. I will personally change your car and get you a driver.”
---
Yusuf’s Side
Yusuf was sitting at home watching the news after Isha prayer when his mother returned.
“Why are you angry?” she teased.
“Umma, you left since afternoon and came back late. I was worried,” Yusuf said.
He expressed how much he loved his mother and how she was the only one he truly trusted after his father’s death. She was deeply moved.
Later that night, Yusuf thought about the job he had been given—to be the driver of a certain arrogant girl. He couldn’t tell his mother because he knew it would hurt her.
The next day, Yusuf and Abbas went to the mansion of Alhaji Nasir Daula.
Security was tight. They were searched before being allowed in.
The house was unbelievably luxurious.
They were taken inside where Alhaji Nasir, his wife, and two daughters were sitting.
“This is the new driver,” Abbas said.
Yusuf introduced himself.
Alhaji Nasir smiled warmly.
“I have never seen a bad Yusuf in my life.”
He sent for his daughter.
After a long wait, she finally appeared — stunning, elegant, but cold and proud.
She ordered everyone out of the room except Yusuf.
She then asked him,
“What is your level of education?”
“Secondary school,” Yusuf replied nervously.
“What is your job?”
“I work as a shop assistant.”
She sipped her milk calmly and said,
“You seem sensible. I can accept you as my driver — but I have conditions…”