THE SPARKS WITHIN :CHAPTER 8

Zulai:

I made my way to the safest place I could think of, it was just behind our house. A quiet peaceful place with long dark mango trees planted neatly around the place. I sat there in silence staring at a very ripe mango up on the tree while I thought about all the things that have happened yesterday. How I have been scolded for leaving the house without telling anyone, how I made them panic to the extent of fainting and our deal with my mother. We made a deal yesterday after she had recovered from the shock she had because she thought I was turned into a chicken by her friends brother Iro. She sat me down and we had a talk, a deep talk. She asked me what happed between me and Iro and I gave her a detailed explanation of the full event.


I clearly stated that Iro is not my type and that I’d never marry him. Then she said “I know that marrying Iro is now out of the question after what had happened, but you know that sooner or later you’re going to pick a suitor and get married eventually. I give you my word, you will not marry Iro or any of the other suitors you didn’t like but you have to consider meeting Sani. you’ve met him a few years back, It didn’t go as expected because you were both too young. He is a different person now, I know you’d like him. It’d work out this time. But I hate Sani, I’ve met him once. He is just an arrogant bitter chameleon. He thinks the world revolves around him, I hate the way he talks, His words repel me I said. My mother spent hours trying to convince me to meet him, she finally succeeded. I agreed to meet Sani but under the condition that I would not marry him if he hasn’t changed. I then asked my mother how she is planning to get rid of Iro, but she didn’t tell me, all she said was “let me worry about that”. Go and have some rest you had a long day, she added.


I was pulled out of my thoughts when someone called out my name. I quickly looked at the person, to my surprise it was the mysterious guy. I wonder why He seem to be everywhere. I answered without wasting any time looking straight into his bold brown eyes, i liked the view. He stood there tall, devilishly handsome and gave me a smile that sent my pulses racing, I was almost hypnotized by its intensity. I liked the way My name rolled out of his mouth like a sin. His voice was deep and sensual, it sent a ripple of awareness throughout my body. The set of his chin suggested a stubborn streak and his lips were thick, firm and sensual. He asked me what I was doing there but I couldn’t answer his question, I was busy thinking about how good and sweet he was that I forgot how to answer a simple question. I just stood there looking at him like a pervert, I was so embarrassed by the way I was looking and admiring him. I quickly looked away. When I didn’t talk he said something that annoyed me, he called my mango his own. I was so angry that I started walking away. He got my attention when he said it’s all mine if I told him his name. I gathered all my courage and shyly said “Tanimu”. He looked so surprised and happy at the same time. It immediately sent him into action, He climbed the mango tree so fast and with practiced ease. I just stood there watching, The grace and fluidity of his movements reminded me that he has a perfect physique. He’s just full of energy and happiness, how adorable. He gave me the mango, he kept his word and I was impressed. I thanked him and gleefully resumed walking without waiting for anything.


My heart skipped a beat when I saw Marka leaving our house, I knew she came to talk about me and her brother Iro. I hid myself and watched from afar as she walked away, I didn’t want her to talk to me about Iro. As soon as I reached home, my mother reminded me about our meeting with Sani. It’s happening today and I’m sure it won’t go well. I rested for a while, ate, took a bath and got ready for the so called meeting. A few minutes later I was informed about Sanis  arrival. I took my time, I didn’t want him to think that I like him, I’d only boost his oversized ego.


Sani Is an arrogant bitter man who looks like a malnourished chameleon. He Is the type of person that talks any how and every word he Spit out is like poison, a venom from a poisonous, dangerous snake. He is indeed a deadly snake that infects innocent happy souls. He talked like his mouth came from a garbage dump, his mouth needs to be soaped and cleansed from the things that came out of it.


After wasting about thirty minutes, I finally got up and headed to the sitting room where Sani was seated. I took a seat at the opposite direction and then I greeted him casually with my eyes not leaving his. He has grown into a man, he looks older and more polished than the last time I saw him. He bent over and kept the cup of water he was holding. His skinny frame was covered in wrinkled skin and it made him look as if he would snap in half if he bent over. It took him a few minutes to respond with his eyes like a hawk shamelessly assessing my figure from head to toe. we sat there in silence for a while, then He asked in a harsh raw voice “what took you so long?”. I replied “I was taking a shower”.  then he said and you look like you just came back from the bush after hours of unsuccessful hunting with light bitterness in his voice, “you shouldn’t have bothered, because if you’re trying to impress me, it didn’t work”. his statement should have offended me, but It didn’t. I know the type of person he is, so all I said was “you know I bathe twice a day, I like to stay clean and fresh. it might seem weird to you knowing that you only bathe once a month. He looked at me with burning reproachful eyes, I must have bruised his oversized male ego. I didn’t care, i gave him the taste of his own medicine.

We spent the whole evening having bitter conversations, exchanging bitter words. He has infected me with his bitterness. He finally lost his temper, he was so angry at me for talking back at him. He said “how dare you talk back at me like that, don’t you know that I am a superior being?”. He stormed out of the house and left me there speechless. I was glad he left.