Khalidat.

   "Barka da safiya Baba." I greet my father as soon as I walk into his room after being summoned by him.

(Good morning father.)

"What is so good about the morning Khalidat?" He hisses a reply unsurprisingly and I stand still, watching him sit up straight on his bed with a furious expression on his face.

"What have I done wrong Baba?" I ask, pretending not to have any idea as to why he'd be furious with me so early in the morning. 

"Are you really asking me what you have done wrong?" He yells furiously in his thick Hausa accent that made him sound less scary and more...