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Wednesday, June 27, 2018

The stupid Zone 6

The Stupid Zone
Episode 6
After the diarrhoea incident, I made sure never to see Naomi again. I avoided her like a plague and it worked because for some reason we never even met accidentally. One day amake Malita the lady who sold vegetables down our street told me a girl whose name she did not remember had come looking for me and I knew it was none other than Naomi but I never made an effort to follow it up.
I was actually a little peaceful without the Naomi drama but I was extremely miserable and unhappy. To top it all, my relationship with mom had gotten worse but I had reached a point of not caring.
Mom would occasionally slap me but she didn’t beat me anymore after she saw me hit back Bana Muzo. I think it dawned on her that I let her hit me because she was my mother and not because I was helpless as I thought she assumed.
The year came to a close and we had a mini Christmas party at home. It was a basic Christmas party with juice, chicken, rice and potatoes, we also had new clothes. However, all of that didn’t excite me as it did the previous years because I kept missing Naomi. I didn’t understand how someone I had known for such a little amount of time could have such a huge impact on me.
Schools reopened and I was glad I had only one more year to go after that. I even hoped I would be chosen as a prefect by the end of the year and I was determined to work hard so I could win a scholarship to study abroad.
I had made up my mind to work on myself so that no one ever took me for granted or took advantage of me. So you can imagine the shock I received when after a whole week of peace in school I saw Naomi walking up towards me wearing our school uniform.
I had to rub my eyes a number of times to make sure I was not seeing things. I had been standing at a place we called "Zanzi" which is short for Zanzibar because women from the nearby community conducted business there selling all sorts of food stuff to the students.
I had a freezit in my mouth that I had held with my teeth and it fell out because my mouth gaped open at the sight of Naomi.
“Are you that Happy to see me?” she asked as she waved her hand in front of my face as if to see if I could see her.
“I..... I ...... what? Huh” I stammered unable to find words.
Naomi laughed and in that moment I realized I was still not over her because her laughter did the same thing it used to do to me before we separated for almost a year. I felt an excitement in the pit of my stomach which was both pleasurable and nerve wrecking.
“I missed you too,” she said with a smile.
“I didn’t say I .....” I began.
“You didn’t have to,” she interrupted.
“Can you show me where 10 C is?” she asked me.
“Yes.” I said but didn't move an inch.
“Chashupako kwati mwe,” Naomi said before tagging on my hand.
*This is a little awkward *
I walked Naomi to her class while I interrogated her about why she was at my school.
“You said it’s a good school,” was all the answer she gave me and she didn’t barge no matter how much I prodded.
The weeks that followed involved Naomi coming to my class daily during break time so we could go to zanzi together. I normally just had enough money to buy me a bun and a freezit and so I didn’t like going to zanzi with other people because I didn’t want them thinking I was stingy but Naomi followed me and either shared my bun and freezit or bought us food.
She could see I was uncomfortable but she would always tell me it was just food and it was OK for me to eat her food since we were friends.
One thing that I noticed though was how she openly flirted with boys in my presence and I was sure she had no feelings for me whatsoever. She probably just had boundary issues, which was the reason I sometimes thought she liked me.
The year ended and two big things happened. I was chosen as a prefect and Naomi told me she was dating Lazalo. The guy who had embarrassed me in my diarrhoea moment. I hated that guy with a passion and it hurt me that he was the one with Naomi and not me. I mean he was clearly a jerk and she knew it, why was she with him and not me? But I knew the answer, it was right in front of me: I had never asked her out, I had never told her how I felt about her. But the jerk had.
The New Year came and I was finally in my last grade of school. Naomi and I were still friends but I was officially in her friend zone she would tell me about Lazalo and how romantic and nice he was.
I almost chocked on a sweet potato one day when she told me he had kissed her lips. In that moment, I felt a lump build up on my throat and it was not the sweet potato. I pretended my network was failing me so I could cut her call. Oh yeah both Naomi and I had handsets then. You know those little phones that bear the names of the network providers? Yes those same ones.
I had run a number of errands for people during the holidays and managed to buy one. My mom had just looked at me with a not so pleased eye but she had not said anything about my new phone. My sisters on the other hand had marvelled at it and I had earned their respect.
The night Naomi told me she had kissed Lazalo, I cried like a little boy until I fell asleep. The following day, I didn’t feel like going outside the class for the mid-morning break but so I stayed in class and dozed off.
I felt someone tap my shoulder and when I looked up it was Naomi. It was the first time she was entering our class room and it was shocking because the 12th graders didn’t take lightly anyone from a grade below entering their classrooms; if she was found, she would be bullied.
“What are you doing here?” I asked her.
“I have come to get you so we can go and eat,” she said but not with her usual smile.
“Is everything ok?” I found myself asking her.
“Can we talk from outside?” she asked me.
“Sure,” I said as I stoop up, wiped the drool off my check and rubbed my eyes.
Naomi chucked softly and I was embarrassed.
“I thought I was the only one that drools,” she tried to lighten the moment and it worked.
We walked out of class talking about drool until we reached zanzi.
We bought boiled cassava and ice blocks and ate as we walked back to class.
“Lazalo broke up with me,” Naomi said abruptly.
I stood dead in my tracks amazed at the development. It was a bitter/sweet moment and I did not know how to react.
“I’m sorry, I’m sure muzakabwezana” I said.
*You will get back together*
Naomi gave me a look I could not explain and ran to class. She never spoke to me the whole of that week and I had no idea what I had done wrong.
By the end of the following week, Naomi was back to her usual self and we started hanging out again. I tried to as what had happened with Lazalo but she made it clear she did not want to talk about it and so I didn’t ask anymore.
The week was uneventful until on Friday when a guy walked up to Naomi and I and asked if he could talk to her. Naomi looked at me as if for approval but I pretended not to notice.
“My name is Richard,” the guy said and both Naomi and I looked at him in shock.
“He’s Richard too,” Naomi said tapping my chest.
To be continued

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