Kissing John and his wife Joy goodbye, Aziza sneaked out avoiding everyone from seeing her leave. If she announced her departure, everyone would want to say their last words and it always ended up being a full conversation about memories of her father and uncle. She just did not want to hear those stories today. In the parking lot, she exhaled, relieved that she managed to dodge everyone.
Hey sexy. A husky voice said behind her as two broad hands snaked in, resting on her waist.
Get your hands off me Jerome, she said annoyed.
A man can’t touch his wife anymore now? he said licking her earlobe.
I am not your wife and if you don’t get your hands off me, I will kick your balls again.
That’s not funny Az, the last time you kicked me I spent the whole day with ice on my balls, wishing you could come and lick them better.
She rolled her eyes. It was useless talking to Jerome, he never listens to anything she says. Bye Jerome. She said opening her car door and sliding in but did not close fast enough.
Jerome was standing between her and the car door blocking it from closing. What happened to us Az, we were so in-love. We were going to spend the rest of our lives together, remember that?
You happened Jerome, I was in-love, you were fooling around making babies everywhere, putting my life at risk.
I was hurting Az and dealt with grief the wrong way. I’m a better man now.
I was hurting too, they wiped out my whole family but you didn’t see me sleeping around and hurting you. Please move, I need to go, she said, getting emotional. It’s been ten years but talking about her family still got to her.
Az, I didn’t mean to bring it up. He cursed under his breath moving away to allow the car door to close. He knew her too well, there was no way he could talk to her now.
Aziza climbed the last stairway fast. A lot had changed since Asherway became a democratic country but she still hated coming to the state department. The Mayer had called several times asking her to come in and she had ran out of excuses and agreed to come. Opening the door, she collided with someone and felt hot liquid sipping through her coat.
Oh, for heavens sake, look where you are going, she snapped, brushing her silky navy coat.
I am sorry but we collided in each other, okay. Steve snapped back and froze when he saw who was in front of him.
You were saying? Aziza asked,folding her arms on her chest, eyebrows raised, daring him to continue.
Steve took in a deep breath and looked straight at her, standing his ground. We collided in each other, no one is to blame here.
What a gentleman, your Mother must be proud. She said, walking away leaving him speechless.
Advocate Marlone, do you notice anything different with me today. Natasha asked blinking and pushing her breast up to accentuate her cleavage.
Sorry Tash, I’m late for a meeting. He said absentminded.
Will you tell me later? She said making puppy eyes at him. She had spent a lot of time on her look to impress him.
Sure, anything. He said rushing back to his office.
Good morning Mrs Payne. Sorry I’m late, I met some irritation at your door.Good morning Advocate Grey, thank you for finally agreeing to meet. Please take a seat.Sorry, I have been busy, she lied. Please call me Aziza, she said sitting down.I presume you busy so I will get to the point. There has been a lot of racial incidents in the country and the tension is evident everywhere. If ignored I’m afraid we could end up with a civil war. I have been tasked by the president to bring in a team of leaders and influencers who can look at our policies and give constructive advice on changes that could lead to healing of old wounds and bring all races together. I would like you to be part of that team.Thank you for considering me Mrs Payne. I am really humbled but I’m afr
Steve Marlone, I believe I just saw your heart jumping. What was that? Dolly asked narrowing her eyes.Come on Mrs P, I’m just messing with her.Careful with her, she could completely destroy you.How so? He asked curious.You saw how everyone followed her when she walked out of court?MhmmShe has an ability to start war on her own that one, that’s why we need her on this team.You sound certain about that, is there something you not telling me? Steve had thought about the way the audience was cheering Aziza in court. It was almost like she was an inspiration of some sort.I’m late for a meeting Steve, just don’t mess with her, okay.Yes Ma’am, he said but deep down he knew there was n
Aziza climbed the stairs slowly, she had no intention of getting her there on time. She had to show the white boy her irritation in using her favourite coat as bait to make her come to some stupid meeting. She still couldn’t believe that he actually called her a racist as if she was capable of being one. She opened the door to the conference room, intentionally banged the door and took a seat near the exit.Steve noticed her the moment she walked in. She was wearing black suit that fitted her perfectly. The peach silk top underneath her coat complemented her flawless skin. Her hair was neatly tied in conrows, he could see the precision of the straight lines on her head. Thank you Advocate Grey for finally joining us. I would appreciate you being on time on our next sessions. He said with a smile. The rest of the guest turned to look at her, clearly disapproving of her being late.Aziza glared at him, she did no
Steve and the rest of conference guest rushed out to investigate the commotion outside.Aziza was standing proudly in the centre with Seth and at least forty bikers riding their bikes slowly around her. She was surrounded but didn’t look bit worried.Steve swallowed hard, sweat already coming down his brow. He retied the strapping to secure Naomi who was fast asleep on his chest. If Aziza, a black woman was injured or worse in front of states department by a group of white bikers, there will definitely be war and his vision for the city and country would be completely destroyed. There was no sign of police, he had to do something but what could he do?Aziza looked at her watch and smiled. It was
Steve walked around for the the third time through John’s basement. He forced himself to look at the horrific pictures, read through the horror stories and the shocking end of Aziza’s family. He wiped the tears from his eyes with his shaking hands. How does anyone get over this? he wondered, her words echoing in his head “We are the generation that saw it all, felt it all and we lived with the physical and psychological scars”. Dolly was right, Aziza could start war on her own. She was the gasoline that would fuel the racial tensions and the recent targeting of blacks by Seth’s bikers and framing of John was enough to tip her over. Now she was a time ticking bomb that could go off anytime. He had hoped that knowing more about her would help him confront and reason with her but now he was terrified to even look at her in the eye.He walked up slowly, emotiona
It was a Sunday morning, Aziza was seating with James eating popcorn, playing computer games while waiting for her laundry.Do you really think we are all racist? James asked uneasy. Aziza was on the news a lot lately and he thought some of her views were extreme.Who is we? she asked.Us, you know, white people. He said shrugging his shoulders.No, just the ones whose parents were born here. Your parents moved here six years ago, I don’t have a problem with you.What about Steve, he asked curious.What about him?He was born here, his parents were born here but you like him.And what gave you that crazy idea? she asked, stuffing
Aziza turned off the alarm and got out of bed. She had no work to go to since Judge Laymore suspended her practicing licence for six months but Dolly and John had called her a multiple times last night begging her to come to Steve’s meetings at the state department. She had eventually agreed but she was already regretting that decision now. She was getting tired of meeting, listening and hearing about Steve. Her mind seems to be also playing tricks on her. Not only were images of him playing in her mind, now there was also that kiss. Even when thinking about something else, he just creeped in. She has to actively block him from her mind, it can’t be that hard, she told herself.Taking a deep breath, she opened the door and braced herself for the comment Steve was going to pass about her being late. She looked around expecting to find everyone seated but everyone was standing and chatting over tea. John saw her
Where are you taking me? Aziza asked. Steve had insisted that she leaves her car and drive with him. Small talk was exhausted and the conversation between them was becoming awkward. They had been driving for two hours already on a route she was not familiar with and she was getting suspicious.Are you always this impatient and suspicious? he asked amused. He was caught off guard when she took a photo of him. What are you doing?Sending my friend your photo incase I go missing, she said typing on her phone. His heart sank, her words piercing deep through him. Do you really think I would do you harm Az? he asked, unable to hide the hurting in his voice. At that moment he wanted her to say it was all a joke, that she trusted him but she just stared at him. He sighed, why would she trust him after everything some sick psychos put her and her family through because of their skin colour. Tell your friend we are going to Joe’s at P