It was a few minutes after 8:00pm. The evening looked serene as Fahad sat on a pew, a few yards from his car and held a bottle of Kunun aya (tiger-nut juice). He had no appetite but he was famished so when he saw the kunu in the refrigerator, he knew he had to go for it.
He had over two hundred missed calls in his call log. It was not easy refusing to pick his parent's and he knew that was wrong but he just could not bring himself to pick any call. He did not know what to tell them. That afternoon, he was in the mosque. After prayers, after many congratulatory salutations in advance, selfies and photographs, he smugly absconded before the marital rite. It was funny though. He had heard of brides running away for unwanted marriages but today, it was a bridegroom absconding.
Then his pho
