<p><span style="font-family:Tahoma, Geneva, sans-serif;font-size:22px;"><strong><u>TUBALI BOOK 2 COMPLETE </u></strong></span></p><p><strong>Kano State: Twenty-Two Years Later</strong></p><p><strong>The conference hall of Arewa 24 TV, located in the bustling city of Kano, was silent. Staff members were seated on elegant chairs arranged around a large table that could accommodate over fifty people. In front of each person was a chilled bottle of Faro water, Nutrimilk, Maltina, and Chivita Exotic. Beside these, glass cheers cups were neatly placed, and each person had a tall microphone in front of them.</strong></p><p><strong>To the right sat the senior staff, to the left were their deputies, and at the back were the junior staff. Their overall boss was addressing them, explaining some changes in the company's operations they planned to implement for the new year.</strong></p><p><strong>Adjusting his seat and glancing to his right, he cleared his throat and asked,</strong></p><p><strong>“Where is the host of Guest of the Week?”</strong></p><p><strong>Calmly, Jannart Idris Saleh Dakata raised her head and replied in a soft, composed voice, “I’m here, Sir.”</strong></p><p><strong>The soothing sound of her voice drew the attention of nearly everyone in the hall, and they turned to look at her. It was evident that her composure was one of the reasons she had been chosen to host the show. The program often featured notable and reputable individuals, requiring someone who could uphold the show's dignity and prestige.</strong></p><p><strong>The boss, with a focused gaze, continued,</strong></p><p><strong>“The Guest of the Week show serves an essential purpose. It seeks out remarkable individuals, engages with them, and gives them a platform to share their achievements and the challenges they’ve faced. This is to inspire our youth, helping them build solid foundations for their lives, stay away from bad influences, and embrace education and skills development to one day become role models for others.”</strong></p><p><strong>He paused to take a sip from the Chivita Exotic juice in front of him.</strong></p><p><strong>Meanwhile, Jannart absentmindedly ran her henna-adorned fingers over the microphone in front of her, moving them up and down gently. The rest of the attendees sat in silence, waiting for their boss to continue.</strong></p><p><strong>“But now, I’m sorry to say, Jannart, the show has significantly weakened. The restrictions and security concerns surrounding you have made it difficult for you to invite notable guests—reputable figures who can captivate the audience. As a result, the show has become repetitive, often airing past episodes.</strong></p><p><strong>“This has led to orders from above, giving us two options.”</strong></p><p><strong>Hearing this, Jannart lowered her gaze, fully understanding the implication of his words. She realized she might be on the verge of losing the show, her only source of happiness. It was the only place where she felt free—away from escorts and her overprotective older brother, Yah Junaidu. Slowly, she adjusted her hearing device, nervously biting her lips and causing her dimples to deepen, while her red-tinted lips glistened slightly as she licked them.</strong></p><p><strong>A’isha Lawal, seated beside her, placed a reassuring hand over hers, offering silent support. Salman, sitting across from her, closed his eyes briefly.</strong></p><p><strong>The boss resumed,</strong></p><p><strong>“The first order is this: This time, we have been given the name of the guest we must invite to the show. He is the only one who can restore the program's status. If you cannot secure his presence, we will have no choice but to remove you as the host and find someone else who can.”</strong></p><p><strong>Calmly, Jannart looked up and, with a voice filled with determination, replied, “I will do it, Insha Allah.”</strong></p><p><strong>The boss gave her a sharp look.</strong></p><p><strong>She nodded affirmatively, “Yes, I will.”</strong></p><p><strong>He nodded in acknowledgment and continued,</strong></p><p><strong>“The second order is that the interview must happen in two weeks. That gives us just ten days to make all the arrangements.”</strong></p><p><strong>Asiya, who had long coveted Jannart’s role on the show, quickly straightened her posture and interjected,</strong></p><p><strong>“Sir, who is the guest? Where is he located?”</strong></p><p><strong>Raising his voice slightly, the boss replied,</strong></p><p><strong>“Dr. Rayyern Bashir Muhammad Mai-Nasara.”</strong></p><p><strong>A wave of surprise swept through the room as everyone exchanged stunned glances. Aisha Lawal, visibly shocked, exclaimed,</strong></p><p><strong>“Sir! Dr. Rayyern Bashir Muhammad Mai-Nasara? He is…”</strong></p><p><strong>The boss raised his hand, silencing her.</strong></p><p><strong>“I know. He is not like any ordinary person. His approach to life is unique. Even BBC has never succeeded in securing an interview with him.”</strong></p><p><strong>The attendees responded in unison, “Yes! Yes, it’s true!”</strong></p><p><strong>Taking a deep breath, the boss continued,</strong></p><p><strong>“Now, securing him for this show would be a historic achievement for us. It would make Guest of the Week the first program to feature him—his face, his story, his journey. This will elevate the program to unprecedented heights.</strong></p><p><strong>“So, Jannart, can you do it? Or should we give Asiya the task?”</strong></p><p><strong>Eagerly, Asiya interjected,</strong></p><p><strong>“Sir, I can do it! I have no security restrictions or privileges to hold me back. My work speaks for itself.”</strong></p><p><strong>Many in the hall stared at her, astonished by her audacity, especially as she cast disdainful glances at Jannart.</strong></p><p><strong>Meanwhile, Jannart adjusted her glasses, lifting her head as the boss addressed her again.</strong></p><p><strong>“Jannart, can you handle this? Or will your father’s strict security measures prevent you?”</strong></p><p><strong>In a calm voice, suppressing her anxiety, she replied,</strong></p><p><strong>“Sir, I can do it, Insha Allah. Please provide me with his profile.”</strong></p><p> </p><p> </p>
