TARASHA
EPISODE 18A
** 01.12.2030 **
Tarasha inhaled a huge quantity of the the
moisture filled air as she parked her bike close
to the bush, she removed her helmet and hung it
on the bike. She gently brushed back part of the
long hair which covered her left eye with her
hand. She looked right and saw another bike
approaching, ignoring it she began to walk slowly
towards the narrow path of the bush which
probably led to a village.
After riding the expressway for about two hours
she decided to take a break, walking around the
bush a little. She surged forward through the
narrow path, playing with the leaves as she
moved.
She suddenly stopped midway on hearing the
sounds of some movement behind her, she
looked behind her, nobody was there. She took
another two steps and paused, she bent to pick a
stone. She turned backward and aimed
something at the left side of the bush.
‘Yaaay!’ Someone moaned and came out from
the bush, using his hand to massage the part of
his forehead where the stone hit him. Tarasha
ignored and kept walking forward.
‘That was cruel’ he shouted at her.
‘What was cruel?’ She stopped and asked,
without turning back. ‘Why have you been
following me?’
‘Huh? Did you look now I was following you?’ He
trotted closer , still rubbing his forehead.
She turned back and proceeded out of the bush
path without looking at him. He paused and
stared at her before following.
‘Your bike started following me from the Solid
Quarry junction’ Tarasha stated, heading for her
bike. His bike was parked just behind hers.
‘Huh? You knew? Why didn’t you stop then?’ He
was perplexed, his shoulders dropped as he
stood still after getting out of the bush part. He
wondered why Tarasha did not take a look at
him, he walked further closer to her.
‘What?’ Tarasha growled, offended as his hand
was on hers resisting her from putting on the
helmet.
‘Why are you shy? You can’t even look at my
face’ he mocked.
‘Shy?’ She took his hand away and wore the
helmet.
‘If you aren’t shy, then why are you hiding your
pretty face? You don’t want me to see it clearly?’
He taunted.
She ignored him and sat on the bike, after
wearing her gloves well she started the engine.
She attempted to ride off but he stopped her,
standing at the front with the front tyre in
between his legs.
‘Come on, I won’t hurt you. I just want to have a
little chat. Let’s get to know each other’
She raised her head and stared into his face
through the helmet transparent cover. She spoke
in a harsh voice, ‘Your name is Henry and you’re
a rider, I have no time for your association’
She pushed him with her right hand gently, but
powerfully enough to make him stagger
backwards. She reversed the bike and drove off,
narrowly missing him as he jumped away
quickly.
He stood still watching as she raced off,
wondering what type of girl she was. Her
declaration of his name affirmed to him that she
was the same girl he had met on the same
expressway some few weeks ago.
Since that day, he had been riding through that
location every Sunday evening, hoping to meet
her again. Now that he had the opportunity, she
didn’t give even listen to him, rather she put up a
wild behavior.
Maybe she was scared that he was dangerous or
that he might harm her. But he was just a rider
who wanted to make friends with a female rider
who he viewed to be very skillful. He wished she
could see that his intention was pure.
He heaved a sigh and headed for his bike, he
bent to dodge a nylon of sachet water thrown at
his direction as an inter-state passenger’s bus
sped past.
He tried to picture Tarasha’s face in his mind as
he sat on the bike, putting on the helmet. He
didn’t get a very clear view but he could
conclude with the little he got that she was
pretty and had a light skinned complexion.
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
‘Officer James’ James stood up from the cell’s
cold rigid floor as he heard his name. He saw a
uniformed warder with the approaching with
Officer Segun.
He moved closer to the room bars, the warder opened the door and motioned him outside.
Segun saluted him, trying fruitlessly to hide the look of pity in his face.
'You are free to go, Officer James' the warder said, handing over his clothes in a nylon bag to him.
**few minutes later**
Segun drove in the black camry, with neatly dressed James at the front seat with him. He glanced occasionally at his boss, trying to figure out the right way to begin a conversation.
'You said Oga is waiting for me?' James began, using Oga to refer to his immediate superior.
'Yes, he says he wants to speak with you as soon as you're out' Segun answered.
James heaved a sigh and paused a moment before talking again.
'What about Emeka?' He asked of the stout officer who drove with him in the jeep that picked the Ghananian minister.
''He should also be released today' Segun replied.
'So he was put in detention too?' James posed a rhetorical question.
'What about officer Tunde and others?'
To be continued....
Previously on Tarasha Season1 Episode17c
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