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Wednesday, June 27, 2018

The Stupid Zone Episode 13

The Stupid Zone
Episode 13
"Lucy right?" I asked as I recognised the lady from the bridal shop earlier and she smiled at me shyly.
"Yes, you are the man who was asking about our customer,” she said.
"Yes," I said calmly.
This was my chance to ask her about Naomi.
"Are you ordering to go or you will eat from here?" I asked.
"I will eat from the store." she said.
"If you eat from here I will pay for it," I said hoping she would take the bait.
"You want information about Naomi?" she asked.
"Beautiful and smart,” I said with a smile.
"I am sorry sir but I can’t help you. I don't know the lady."
"Come on Lucy help a brother out."
"I am sorry," she said before she was called in line to make her order. I tried bribing her and sweet talking her but it didn't work, it seemed I still didn’t have game. I had confidence though because I figured if a woman like Tamia who could get any man she wanted chose me then I gave myself way too little credit.
I got my pizza but I could only eat half of it which was so unlike me because I was capable of finishing two large pizzas on an empty stomach.
I then went to the movie I had paid for but did not pay any attention to it. Up to date, I still don't know what movie it was that I watched. I felt miserable and I even fail asleep during the movie.
It had gotten late though and I didn't want to get in trouble with Tamia so I went back to the hotel. She was not yet back when I reached and so I showered and slipped into bed. I had hardly fallen asleep when I heard the door open and someone stagger to the bed.
"My Zambian dude, hello." A drunken Tamia said.
I sat up and looked at her trying to asses which drunken alter ego I would be dealing with this time. There was violent drunk Tamia, extremely sexy Tamia, whining and annoying Tamia and argumentative Tamia, depending on the type and level of alcohol she drunk. I bet I could add Zambian Tamia to the list because I could not tell which one this was.
"Move over, I want to sleep," she said but pulled me towards her
Zambian Tamia was very confusing.
"You need to take a shower," I told her.
"I don't want to. It’s my body and I choose when to wash it," she slurred.
"You smell like a beer hall, go and bath," I tried pushing her to the bathroom but she launched on me with wet sloppy kisses that almost made me puke.
"You need to brush your teeth," I told her after I broke off from the kiss
"I will bath if you join me," she said.
I nodded and carried her to the bathroom. I put her in a tub of warm water but she said she didn't want me in with her. So I waited for her to finish but she fell asleep in the tub. I had to lift her out, dry her and put her to bed.
I couldn't sleep however as I kept thinking about Naomi and the possibility of meeting her again after four long years. She was bound to graduate from university that year if everything had gone according to how she had planned. We had so much catching up on to do and most importantly I had to tell her I loved her, that I had done so for the last 7 or so years and no matter how I tried to get her off my mind, I couldn't. But once again, I had been a coward and instead of walking into that bridal shop where I had seen her, I chickened out with thoughts of what if she was getting married? Or would she even remember me? And I had lost her again.
I was a zombie that week and Tamia noticed it.
"If I didn't know better, I would think you didn't want to come back to Zambia." she told me as we had gone apartment viewing.
I had accepted the job I had been offered and was told to look for a house that the company would pay for so Tamia and I had gone apartment hunting because we had time. We ran into a number of agents that duped us of a lot of money especially after they heard Tamia's accent and we got tired so we decided to do so on our own. I was scheduled to start work on Monday and I was going to be given the company car then so we hired one to drive us around in the meantime.
We didn't have Zambian driver's licences but for some reason, we managed to navigate without getting in trouble with the police.
"Why do you say so?" I asked her.
"You have been off and you are normally absent minded. You don't make love with the same passion and at first I thought it was me but I think you have underlying issues here." Tamia said.
She was right but I was not going to admit that obviously. I had turned into a man any woman would have been proud to call her own but underneath all that, the frail skinny and timid Richard was very much alive and kicking.
"I just have a lot on my mind," I said.
"Yeah no kidding." she said.
We found a house in Rhodespark and we bought a few things for it. My mom also gave us some kitchen ware and we got settled it.  I started going for work and things seemed to normalize except Tamia who would spend the whole day at home could not clean or cook.
She had insisted on getting a maid but I was against the idea. I mean what did we need a maid for? Tamia stayed home all day and our house was very little.
"I told you I don't cook, if you expect me to do so, then you have another thing coming," she would always say whenever I complained about eating pizza all the time.
I resorted to going to the restaurants in Thorpark so I could have nshima. Sometimes I went home to my mother's and ate before going home to Tamia. She would throw tantrums if I refused to eat her pizza but I didn't care. The only thing she was good for was sex and honestly I was beginning to lose interest in that too.
I was tired of her nagging and how messy she was. Tamia was the kind to leave hair on a bar of soap or a comb and she would leave pizza boxes lying around the house. She never did laundry or anything at all. She was the kind that would move clothes to one side of the bed and sleep on the other side.
My mother had told me to get rid of her time without number but I didn't know how.
It had been two months since my return to Zambia and I had still not met Naomi so one day I decided to drive to her old house to try my luck. I packed my car at the gate for a long time before I finally had the guts to knock.
An elderly woman who I recognised at Naomi's mother from photos Naomi had shown me  years back came to the gate.
"Good evening ma'am," I greeted her
She looked at me from head to toe but not in a bad well.
"Yes my son, how may I help you?" she said with a smile.
"Is Naomi home?" I asked.
She scanned my face with her eyes for a while before asking me why I was looking for her daughter
"I am an old friend of hers and I wanted to check up on her." I said trying as hard as possible to keep my nerves calm.
“She has gone out with her fiancé,” she said emphasising the ‘F’ word.
I felt my once broken heart break into more pieces and my countenance fell. It seemed I was destined to be in Naomi’s stupid zone but this time I was not going to give up without a fight.
“May I please have her phone number?” I asked as I took out my phone in readiness to save it.
“Give me yours instead and I will have her call you,” she said.
I felt defeated as I called out my phone number. I then thanked her and walked out of the gate. As I was about to drove off, I saw a maroon jeep pull up close to the yard and Naomi stepped out from the passenger’s seat. A tall buff guy stepped out from the driver’s seat and leaned Naomi on the side of the car. He attempted to kiss her but she turned her head causing the kiss to land on her cheek. That seemed to anger him as he held her face in place by her chin and made her face him. He then forced a kiss on her until she succumbed and kissed him back.
I was about to open my car door and go defend her but when I saw her kiss him back, I drove off. I wasn’t sure what to think. I guessed that was her fiancé though I wondered why she would sway kissing him. I also thought he seemed abusive but maybe I was just jealous.
I drove home to Tamia and as usual I found her watching TV with the house in a mess. I pounced on her with kisses shocking her in the process but because we hadn’t been intimate for a while she didn’t turn me down. Al I wanted to do was drown Naomi out of my head and Tamia’s body seemed like a good diversion.
****
I could feel a rift growing between Richard and I and I didn’t know what was causing it so I didn’t know what to do about it. I had tried talking to him but he did not seem to barge. He was no longer interested in making love to m and at first I thought it was because he was settling in into his new job and country after being away for a long time but I was beginning to doubt that. He would eventually zone out and even though I continuously asked what the problem was he never talked about it. He would just get angry with me for nagging him as he put it.
One day, I was at home keeping up with the Kadarshians and all other people worth keeping up with when he came in looking like he had been run over by a truck of emotions. I thought he would ignore me as usual and go to shower so I didn’t bat an eye but he instead walked up to my seat and kissed me without warning.
I had missed him in all honesty and so even though we had a lot of unresolved issues, I chose to live in the moment. That night, I met a Richard I had never known, he was vulnerable and passionate and I liked everything about the time we spent together. And unlike other times when he would roll over and sleep, he engaged in small talk with me after which he told he was going to bath. I offered to follow him but he said he wanted a quick bath so he could rest in readiness for work the following day so I let him be.
While he was in the shower, his phone rang persistently and so I picked it up thinking it was his mother or sisters seeing how late it was.
“Hello,” I answered.
“Hello, I am sorry this must be a wrong number,” the lady on the other end said.
“Maybe not, who do you want to talk to?”
“Richard,” she said more as a question than statement.
“This I his wife speaking, I can take a message.” I said.
“Wife,” he chocked and I laughed silently wondering who she was.
“Yes, is there a problem with that?”
“No, I just didn’t know he was married.” She said.
“Well now you do.”
“Alright thanks.” She said resignedly.
“Who should I say called?” I asked.
She paused for a while before answering.
“Naomi.” She said and cut the line before I could respond.
‘Why did that name sound familiar?’ I asked myself. But before I could do anything, I heard Richard turn off the shower so I quickly deleted the call from the log and started preparing to go and bath.

To be continued

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