Tarasha - Season 1 - Episode 37

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Tarasha - Season 1 - Episode 37

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Henry ushered Evelyn into the living room after
turning on the light. She walked in briskly and
sank into the sofa before he joined her.
He walked past her and proceeded into the
kitchen. He returned thirty seconds later with a
chilled bottled water and a glass cup. Kneeling
beside her, he poured the water into the cup
and handed it to her.

He stared at her exposed thighs in the mini
gown and licked his lips as she gulped the
water. He immediately rebuked himself as he
tried to return his mind back to the matter at
hand after it had drifted to sex.

Evelyn returned an empty cup to him and
relaxed back into the sofa. Henry got up and
dropped the cup and bottle on the centre table
before taking his seat beside.

‘Are you okay Evelyn? You seem to be
destabilized since I mentioned “God” in the
car.” Henry begun, with great concern heard
in his voice.

Tarasha swallowed hard as she tried to frame
up something. Except for the first outburst she
made which even took her own self by
surprise, the rest of the emotional trauma she
had been performing were all acting to cover
up the outburst.

She gave a scream when Henry talked about
God’s love, does that mean she still had some
emotions in her. No, she thought. Her
emotions had been killed, she was supposed to
have no feelings.

Her scream at Henry’s mention of God had
been prompted by a bad memory that flashed
back through her mind.

‘Is there any problem? Talk to me, I can help
you’ Henry asked again when he got no reply.

***Flashback – 17 years ago ***
May 27, 2014.
‘Happy birthday you, Happy birthday to you,
Happy birthday to you Taraaa… Happy
birthday to you’ little Omotara blushed as her
family sang and danced around her joyfully. It
was her eight birthday and the family was
celebrating her in their usual manner of
celebrating each other.

Omotara was blessed to have a very joyous
and family. She was the only girl amongst the
four boys, so she was somehow treated
specially.

‘How old are you now? How old are you now?
How old are you now Taraa… How old are you
now?’ She beamed with smiles as they waited
for her reply.

‘I’m eight years old now, I’m eight years old
now…’ She sang back in response and as
cheered by everyone.

‘Now, you’ll cut the cake at the mention
of the name JESUS’

‘J..E…S…U…S. Jesus!’ Everyone called as Tara
slid the knife through the small cake. The
family moved close to her and hugged her one
after the other. After which they proceeded to
the dining room.

After few minutes of enjoying the fried rice and
chicken specially prepared by the mother of
the house, Lydia, the family moved to the
sitting room and settled down with their bottles
of soft drinks. As their custom was, the
celebrant, Omotara sat on the rug in the
middle of the sitting room. She would be
answering questions from every member of the
family that had one for her after which they
would answer her own questions and then she
would wrap it off with a wish , which would be
provided if possible immediately and prayed
for together by the family if it was for the
future.

‘Aunty Tara’ Joe, the youngest boy began. They usually begin in ascending order of their ages.

Everybody stared at the four year old boy
wondering what he had to say. The boy
became shy as he noticed that everybody’s
gaze was on him.

‘I don’t have any question’ the four year old
boy said in his babyish voice and quickly
buried his face in his mother’s lap.
Everybody’s moved their gaze to Jerry who was
sitting with his legs crossed, a small pillow was
on his laps and his arms were resting on it.
‘Ask your question’ Tara sneered at Jerry who
was delaying.

She and Jerry had always been like rivals. The
young man who was just six always tried his
best to bully his sister with his manpower, but
Tara who was a girl with unusual strength
refused to allow him ride her anytime he tried
to, she always confronted him boldly.
The recent duel between them had been three
days ago when their Dad had gotten “Puff puff”
for them from work. Their parents had left
them to share it amongst themselves while
they proceeded to the room.

Tara did only rebuke Jerry for picking his
portion before her, his elder sister and Jerry
had aggravated the matter by rubbing his oily
hand on her nose. She didn’t take it lightly
with him as she pushed him hard and he fell
on the sofa. He dashed with speed towards her
and before their older brothers could say
anything, they were already rolling over each
other on the floor, kicking and hitting
themselves hard.

‘Do you love me, Tara?’ Jerry broke the silence
with a question that surprised everyone.
‘Yes, I love you Jerry. You’re my brother’
Omotara replied.

‘When would you stop fighting me and respect
me like a boy?’ Jerry continued, with a serious
look on his face.

‘The day you start respecting me and treating
me like your elder sister’ Omotara answered
again. Everybody turned their eyes to Jerry
again, expecting the next question.

Their father spoke when he was sure there no
other question was coming from Jerry. ‘ Jerry,
you see… Tara is your elder sister and you
have to start treating her with respect, if not
even I , may have to start forcing you with my
cane’

Jerry sq££zed his mouth, he stared at his
father’s face for a while before getting up and
walking towards Tara. He pecked her on the
left cheek and apologised. ‘I’m sorry’
‘Good’ everyone clapped and cheered as the
two hugged each other.

On and on went questions and answers until it
was the father’s turn. He asked Tara what she
would like to be in future and why?
Tara cleared her throat before she began. ‘I
would like to be a medical doctor. I don’t like
seeing people sick or dying. I like to save lives
and save people from pain. I want to discover
the cures for so many diseases which has kept
people in bondage’

Danjuma listened to his daughter in silence, he
knew she would do all she said. She was
intelligent and had a strong will also, he had
seen her display it several times. It wasn’t long
after that he became distracted by some
strange sounds.

He stood up and walked to the window, he
slightly opened the blinds to check what the
sound was, the rest of the family were still
listening to Omotara with keen interest.
‘Get into the room, all of you’ Danjuma
suddenly ordered in a panicking manner.
All eyes turned to him for an explanation for
he continued to stare outsidpe the window.
‘U zobu zobu, U zobu zobu!’ Strange distant
chants were heard approaching.

Danjuma looked horrified as he saw several
people who tried to run fall down as bullets
pierced into their bodies.

‘Get inside!!!’ He shouted louder this time.
Lydia picked her children and led them as they
scampered in fright to find an hiding place in
the house.

Danjuma began to fasten all the locks and
close every light entry into the house. He never
imagined that a day like this would come..
…