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Thursday, June 28, 2018

The Stupid Zone Episode 20

The Stupid Zone
Episode 20
I could feel Richard slipping out of my fingers and I was determined not to let it happen. I knew I nagged him too much sometimes but I just wanted to keep him in check. I had heard a lot of Zambian women complaining about how Zambian men were chronic cheats so I was determined to keep mine all to myself. On the contrary though, it seemed all my nagging drove him further away.
And ever since we came to Zambia, I could feel him slip even further. There had to be another woman, I just knew it. And it didn’t help matters when that woman called him the other night. Even though I sabotaged that call by not telling him about it and deleting the contact, I knew they either had something going on then or maybe in the past.
I hoped it was not that Naomi girl he had told me about because if it was her, so help me God, I was going to show her afro madness. Everybody knows you don’t mess with an African American.
I could sometimes see how detached he was and I tried to cook, clean and do other things for him which I hated but had heard Zambian women did but he was still distant. Even when we made love, I knew he was just doing it because I would throw a fit if he didn’t. I knew how passionate Richard could be and that passion was gone.
I was determined to win him over so this day I decided to go and surprise him with lunch at work but for some reason his phone was off. I kept calling and calling but I couldn’t get through. I couldn’t just drive there because sometimes he didn’t work from the office but the field so I had to really be sure.
After trying for many hours, I finally got through and before he could even explain what had happened, I told him I was on my way and dropped the call. I was not going to give him a chance to evade me. I called my cab driver and he drove me to Richard’s office.
I bought pizza on the way and walked into the company majestically like I owned the place or I was the Mrs to the owner. I knew I looked good and all heads turned as I catwalk into the building in my red stilettoes, denim high waist jeans and a Gucci crop top.
I could tell every man wanted me and every woman wanted to be me. I should have just been a model, Richard had told me that a number of times but that was nowhere on my plans.
I walked to the receptionist and presented my request but she kept on looking at me all sassy before she told me Richard was not around.
“How can he not be around? I just spoke with him and he’s expecting me.” I said.
“Well I’m not in a position to know why but he is not around.” She said sternly and faked a smile.
It took every ounce of courage I had in me to resist slapping the smile off her silly. She resumed writing whatever she had been writing in her book before I started talking to her.
“Then I demand to be taken to his office, I will wait there.” I said.
It seemed the receptionist wanted to show me she was a bad ass, but oh well, two could play that game.
“Ma’am, I’m sorry but you will have to come back some other time.” She stood her ground and literally stood up to face me.
She had a small stature but she was overly confident. I could see on top of her head but her aura was way taller than mine and for a moment or two I felt intimidated. But I was Tamia and Tamia never backs down from anything.
“If you know what’s good for you, you will let me through,” I said but she was adamant.
I raised my hand to slap her when a man held it mid- air. He then pulled my hand and I was forced into following him. He led me to an office and closed the door. Just the look on his face was enough for me to sit down, he didn’t have to ask me, I was scared shitless.
“How may we assist you?” he asked me with a straight face.
“I am here to see my husband but that receptionist was giving me shade,” I said while still trying to catch my breath.
The man looked at me unflinchingly and I was getting intimidated by the minute.
“Who is your husband?”
“Richard Siwila,” I said avoiding eye contact.
“According to o

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