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Wednesday, June 27, 2018

The Stupid Zone 4

The Stupid Zone
Episode 4
My sisters usually laughed when mom disciplined me but that day I could see even they were scared. I loved my sisters and I knew they loved me too but for some strange reason, we all rejoiced when one of us was getting punished.
That night however, I saw my two sisters hug each other in a corner, their action made me hug myself as well as I huddled in a corner awaiting my impending doom.
My mom stood up from the corner she had been sitting with Bana Muzo and looked at me tauntingly. It was as if she enjoyed beating me because I could see a glint of excitement in her eyes.
She picked up the mulberry branch with one hand and started hitting it in her free hand gently while looking directly at me.
"So Lijat you think you are a man now huh?" she asked.
I couldn't respond because I didn’t know what exactly I was in trouble for. Could it be disrespecting Bana Muzo or maybe walking with a girl on the street? Or maybe even both.
"You are not answering?" My mother shouted.
"I don't know what I have done," I quickly responded.
"Eh so you are even answering me?" she thundered.
What was wrong with this woman? She shouted at me for not responding but she did the exact same thing after I responded.
"Since you want to pretend not to know, I will lay all the facts down for you Counsel," she said teasingly.
I had told my mother I wanted to be a lawyer and whenever I did something she was proud of, she would call me Counsel.
But that day, I knew it was not from a place of parental pride but absolute mockery. Just what exactly had Bana Muzo told her? I kept asking myself.
"How dare you have sex with a girl? And on the side of the road for that matter?" My mother asked me.
I looked at her in confusion.
Did she just say sex? As in S.E.X sex? I could not process that information let alone believe I had heard it. I mean, I was a virgin, wait that was not even the issue here, why would she.......?
Then it dawned on me, Bana Muzo. I lifted my head to look at her and found her smiling.
"Is that what she told you?"
I asked the question to mom but my eyes were fixed on Bana Muzo.
"So you know, huh Counsel?" My mom asked me.
"It is not true." I chocked on my own words.
"Are are saying Bana Muzo is lying?" mom asked
I wanted to say yes but I would be beaten for calling an elder a liar. On the other hand, saying no meant I admitted to the charge of having sex along the side of the road. On the third hand, if it exists, keeping quiet meant I was ignoring my mother. While I was still weighing my options, I felt the mulberry branch meet my flesh and I flinched not really because of the pain but from the unexpectedness of the beating. I had not seen it coming that soon. I shot my eyes at mom who whipped me again
"You will make a girl pregnant over my dead body. I will whoop your ass and then the instrument with which you were thinking when you decided to sleep with whatever poor girl agreed to sleep with you," she shouted.
"I didn't do it," I shouted back.
"Oh you will see God today my son." She said as she switched to the cooking stick and then the belt. I saw Bana Muzo lift the frying pan and she was about to hit me with it when I slapped her and she fell to the floor.
"Don’t ever touch me." I shouted at her.
My mother was in shock but only for a few seconds. She then regained her composure and whipped me some more for disrespecting and hitting her friend, for calling her friend a liar and for having sex along the road.
My sisters cried as I got hit and when my mother was done, she sent me to bed on an empty stomach. My sisters sneaked me food though but I had no appetite at all. The following day, I was too bruised to go to school. The same mother who gave me the wounds, gave me painkillers and massaged my body. I could tell she was not proud of her handiwork but she did not apologize either. She just told me she would tell the school I was sick and that I could rest.
I didn't study with Naomi that week and I assumed she had looked for me like a needle in a hay stack.
She knew where I lived but she couldn't just come and knock and we didn’t have handsets then so she couldn't call me either.
The following week, I was back on my feet and I just told Naomi I had been sick. She didn’t seem to believe me but there was nothing she could do. I refused whenever she wanted to escort me hone as we left the school premises from studying and she didn’t like it one bit.
The two months elapsed and Naomi sat for her end of term tests. We hang out a couple of times during the holidays but I made sure it was not anywhere near my home.
Schools opened and Naomi had done exceptionally well. Her parents changed their minds about sending her to boarding school and I remember how she jumped on me with joy when she broke the news to me.
That day, I made up my mind to tell her how I felt. We took a long walk around her neighbourhood walking hand in hand until we stopped under a tree because the sun was too hot.
"You know what?" I started.
"Yes," she said turning all her attention towards me.
I looked into her beautiful eyes and my fears returned. Was I capable of making such a girl happy? I didn’t even have any money or anything to offer a girl of her class. What made me think she could accept a guy like me? My mother’s words rang in my mind, ‘the poor girl who would accept to sleep with you.’ Maybe mom was right, there was no way Naomi would date a guy like me.
Suddenly, my stomach tied in a note and I developed instant diarrhoea. My face changed and I started sweating profusely, firstly, from the near volcanic eruption in my pants and secondly, the whole situation and how it made me feel emasculated.
"Rich are you OK?" She asked me after I bent down in the hope of delaying the inevitable.
“Mumala mwanichita,” I said.
*My stomach hurts*
I did not want to tell her I needed to answer the call of nature, I was too embarrassed.
“Do you need to use the toilet?” she asked instead.
I quickly nodded.
“Hold on for a while, I have a friend who lives close by maybe you can use theirs,” she said and ran off before I could respond.
I contemplated running into a nearby but there was a foot path there and I couldn’t risk someone finding me. Also I could not run anywhere, period. So I stayed in my position praying that my bowels didn’t let loose.
After what seemed like forever, Naomi returned with a guy that I did not look at because I didn’t want him to see how my face was tied in a knot.
“What is it my guy?” Naomi’s friend asked me.
“I want to answer the nature of call,” I said.
“The call of nature,” he corrected me.
“Whatever man, this is not time for grammar correction,” Naomi answered him.
“Come with me.” The guy offered and we went to his yard.
He showed me the toilet and I quickly rushed in. No sooner had I sat on the toilet pan, than the contents of bowls got emptied. I made a lot of uncomfortable sounds and I wondered how close Naomi and her friend were, if they could hear or smile my business. After I was done with my, I could not find any tissue in the toilet and I searched and searched but there was nothing. I opened the toilet door a little and called for whoever could hear me.
“Hello,” I yelled.
It seemed Naomi was the one who heard me because she came to the door almost immediately as if she had been waiting for me to call her.
“Are you ok now?” she asked me.
“Naomi!”
“Yes, were you expecting someone else?” she asked me sending me into silence.
“Its ok, you don’t have to feel embarrassed about it. It happens to the best of us,” she said but I did not feel better.
“You wanted help?” she continued.
“Ah yes, there is no tissue,” I said after swallowing hard.
“I have some in my bag, I will be right back,” Naomi said.
I closed the door and the smell from the mess I had made was choking. It was then that I looked at the poor toilet pan and I hoped there was enough water to clear the mess. Naomi knocked timidly on the door and I let out my hand. She handed me a roll of tissue and I asked her to wait a little bit. I got some of the tissue and wiped my rear end then flashed the toilet but there was no water in the cistern.
“You gotta be kidding me,” I said out loud.
“Is everything ok in there?” I heard Naomi ask.

To be continued

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