Attai Episode 6

9 years ago

Attai Episode 6

TITLE: Attai
EPISODE: 6

''Ehm...ehm... My sister'' I spoke, taking a deep breath. My lips shaking. Her
reaction the first time had created a lasting
impression in my mind. She turned to look at me, her
eyes becoming a shade darker as she recognized
me. ''Yes, na wetin you want'' She asked her voice becoming a pitch louder. My
heart tripled its rate of beat sending more blood
through my veins and making my face turn bright
red and sweat forming on my forehead. I swallowed
hard, my adams apple resisting the flow of saliva
down my gullet. What is the next word I had rehearsed because I was not expecting the shout
from her though I knew the reception would be
cold. ''I want you'' I spitted out. This drew a scornful laughter from her
as she clapped her hand in amazement before
proceeding to scrutinize me from my head right
down to my toes like a dress inspector. I gazed at
her and wondered what was going through her
mind. ''Ehm, what do you say your name is again?'' She asked. I was caught off-guard by that question too. What
has my name got to do with what I had just said or
the manner at which she had looked at me. ''Attai'' Came the reply, my heart in my mouth expecting the
bomb to drop. ''I'm Patricia'' She told me. My eyes blinked severally surprised at
the sudden turn of event and my confidence
boosted. So she now has a name. Why had she
treated me the way she did the previous day I
wondered. I extended my hand and she took it into
a warm handshake winking at me and biting her lower lips in the process. ''Nice meeting Attai'' She was taking the lead when all of a sudden: ''I resemble who you go come dey toast abi I look
like your level. Common to wear better cloth you no
sabi and to even keep ur nose clean na job. See eh, if
you ever come disturb me again, na water I go
carry baff you'' I jumped back as if I had been stung by a scorpion,
pulling my hands out of hers in the process. Her voice
was gaining momentum as it poured out abundantly
with passion.

''See as you come here dey smell of sweat and
alcohol yesterday, your eyes red as if you smoke
Igbo. See you, you think say I be fool wey go fall for
you abi. Carry you self go another place because I no
dey chop fine boy for house, agbero for outside'' I had taken some steps backward at the mention of
Agbero. She might even know I deal in weed.
Before I could restrain myself, my hands shot out
from my side landing a slap squarely on her face. I
had broken my golden rule, but in that situation I
believed that some rules are meant to be broken. She screamed. Came out from her kiosk and started
imploring people to come and help her as she
stepped closely and grabbed my shirt. I tried pushing
her hands off but instead she held tightly, rumpling
my fine shirt and causing stains on it as people
gathered watching my humiliation. I went mad with rage and landed a few more slaps on her face
before I was pulled of her while she was held down. ''You go see, na me you slap abi, no even sleep for
house self'' She threatened. I just arranged my shirt, turned round and walked
home my head down and my steps unsteady. I kept
asking myself what had prompted my going there
that morning forgeting all about the fact that I
wanted to make her mine.

''Ah ah, Attai, na wetin happen na, why you dey
sweat and your shirt dey like this'' Ekaite asked as she rushed at me leaving the
vegetable she was washing. I ignored her, opened
my door and walked into my room lying on the bed
turning all that happened in my head. Ekaite walked
into the room and sat at the foot of the bed, her face
a mask as she kept asking over and over again. ''Let me be for now please'' I pleaded with her. She stood up and went out
leaving me to my thoughts. Soon there was
commotion outside as I heard voices, male voices
and then a farmiliar voice shouting above the male
voices in a cry. ''Na the house be this, na the house be this'' I jumped up quickly as I smelt the trouble in the air. I
was truly in for a rough day. I came down from the
bed, lifted the far edge and brought out my base-ball
bat, walked to the door and locked it from the inside.
Soon the gate made squeaky noise as it was b@nged
around, the compound outside was filled with shout. ''Na where him room dey, wey that person wey no
fit hold himself carry hand touch my sister'' A farmiliar voice screamed. Deep and husky. I had
heard that voice before but could not place where I
heard it from. A hand b@nged at my door with full
force with Ekaite's voice at the background pleading
for things to be taken easy. I braced up my club,
removed the hook from the door and waited for the door to jump open. The adrenaline in my system
already sending bitter bile of hatred to my mouth as
I remembered who has the deep husky voice. Watchout for episode 7