Sally’s Blog

  Salima's arrival at the Airforce base in Kaduna was a mix of excitement and apprehension. As she approached the base gate, a stern soldier demanded her identity card. She explained she was a new student and handed over her admission letter, gaining entry. The base buzzed with activity, typical of a Monday morning. A fleet of navy-blue tricycles adorned with dashes of white stretched before her, and she hailed one. Her fellow passengers, it appeared, were seasoned students, discussing the challenges of balancing work and study. Salima couldn't help but overhear their conversations. Salima arrived at the Airforce Institute of Technology, her heart pounding with anticipation. Making her way towards the bursary to submit her documents, she was greeted by a sight of confusion—several queues stretched before her, leaving her unsure which one to join. Hesitating, she mustered the courage to approach a fellow student for assistance. "Excuse me, which queue should I join?" S

  Who is Salima? She's slightly tall, An 18-year-old standing on her own. Not a great beauty, But a cool beauty she's known. Her smile steals hearts, Innocent and ravishing, it glows. Her dark skin is radiant, Even in the darkest of shadows. An introverted ambivert she is, Loving her space, craving understanding. She sacrifices for others, Sometimes to her own heartrending. Independent she dreams to be, Making a difference in her own way. Yearning for love, yet scared to feel, A gentle soul with fears in disarray. She has one true friend, Always there, herself to depend. With a heart full of love, Expecting the worst around the bend. Salima, the best soul you'll ever meet, A girl with strength, kind and sweet. So who is this girl I speak of? Her name is Salima, full of love.

  After completing her prayers, Salima checked the time on her phone—6:05 a.m. Imran's message appeared, but she resisted the temptation to open WhatsApp, knowing that engaging with him could stir up unresolved emotions. However, deep down, she couldn't deny that Imran's message had sparked something within her. She finally admitted to herself that her feelings for him lingered, despite the heartbreak they had endured. His message seemed to imply a desire to reconcile and build a future together—a path he had always avoided. Yet, Salima remained cautious, afraid of going through another heart-wrenching experience. She knew all too well the pain she had endured when she ended things with Imran. As thoughts continued to whirl in her mind, she carefully selected her outfit for the day. Being a simple and unassuming girl, she opted for a lemon green top, a high-waisted skirt, and a black headscarf. Doubts crept in, and she sought reassurance from Herself, asking, "This wil