Must Read: Behind The Veil

Episode 7 years ago

Must Read: Behind The Veil

And so he kept reading, flipping through pages, reading the writer’s emotions and thought and
getting stuck to his world, loving the experience the writer was exposed to. At a point he would
smile at some funny incidents and another point fall instantly in love with the people the writer
described. For a moment he wondered if this was just fiction or a true incident. He wondered why his mum gave it to him, and who owned it.
The following day he arrived at his father’s company. The secretary was a Yoruba lady with a
rather not too good looking spectacle. She rushed to collect his brief case from him and led the way to his office.

“These are the list of the employees and their roles sir.” She handed a paper to him.

“Tell them I would be having a meeting with them in the conference room….” he checked his
wristwatch. “In an hour’s time.”
“Okay sir.” She replied and made to go.
“What are these?” Mustafa asked, pointing towards the desk.

“They are letters for your dad.” she replied.

“In that case make the meeting in three hours. I have to go through every single one of the
letters.”

“Okay sir.”

There were about sixty of them. Most of which weren’t so important, which was probably why
his dad had not seen the need to go through them. But a particular one caught his attention.

It
was the address on it that had his attention. It was same address that he saw in that diary. He
opened the letter and went through it. At the end was Alhaji Najib. The man had indicated that this was his eleventh letter, and judging from his words, all he wants was just a little favor, a little push so as to get foreign buyers.

This was going to be his first project. He dialed the number on the letter and Alhaji Najib picked
up. He told him who he was and if he could come over so they could discuss business.

Mustafa
could tell that the man was at first stunned and couldn’t believe it. Alhaji Najib had been trying for years, almost ten years to see his father, but he couldn’t. So this was like some miracle to him because he had given up and decided not to write any more letters to him.

Hours later Alhaji came. They talked for hours and the next step was for Alhaji Najib to show
Mustafa his farm before they enter into any agreement.

“Tell them the meeting has been moved to tomorrow.” he informed his secretary as he
departed with Alhaji Najib.

They first went to Alhaji Najib’s house.

Mustafa could tell that it was the address on the dairy.

The description of the house matched the one on the diary. For a moment he could have sworn
that he was here before, but he knew he has never been here before. Maybe it was what he
read from the diary that had made it feel so surreal.

Moments later the man exited with a lady carrying a bag for him. She was dark skinned and
those eyes, they were something! She was beautiful! As soon as she put the bag in the car,
she disappeared into the house and all the while her gaze dodging that of Mustafa. The lady
matched the description of the girl with the charming eyes that he read in the diary. There
were two ladies the writer talked about. This girl with the charming eyes and another one, another one that was light skinned.