Turning Table

Part 164

** A Nigerian Chess Game ***

Rosetta

There is something about the beauty of a black full figured woman, you know that beauty that shines in the whites of her eyes and the pearls of her teeth, I think it is in the melanin of her skin, and the black of her hair, it is in the warm browns, midnight blacks shaded of her face, and the pinkness of her hidden flesh.
There is something about a typical black woman, that makes me stare without blinking, the natural pheromone scents, that engulf my nostrils and makes me take deep breath. That is the feeling I always get whenever I'm in Ngozu's presence, she has the disguised aura of making her presence known, I look at her step out of her car, you could swear she is royalty with her animal print balloon sleeves long maxi dress with a matching head wrap of cause, no doubt my sister in law is gorgeous, her exotic features of being typical black women, no makeup or what's so ever makes her stand out, damn this women ages like fine wine.

"You do not look surprised to see me? "She asked the minute she walked up to my doorstep, I just looked at her with my arms folded leaning on the frame of my front door,

Me: should I be Suprise? "

I said when she was close enough for me to respond.

She fakes a laugh and walks past me making her way inside my house, I breathe out loud and ask god to give me strength.

I then followed her and found her inside my house sitting comfortably on the couch, she scanned me from head to toe and raised her left eyebrow

Her: pants ... tight pants and a skimpy top, mmmm whose wife, are you? "

I knew that she was going to complain about my dress code, she is such a conservative and a ridiculous control freak, I know this because Oyama and I had a semi-traditional marriage and I had to stay in Nigeria for a few months after our wedding and Ngozu got an opportunity to groom me to be the perfect Nigerian wife, she took it upon herself to monitor what I wear, what I say and how I handle myself in public. She made me get rid of many of the clothes I used to wear saying it attracts unwanted stares from men. She discourages me from wearing nice perfumes, letting my hair open...even wearing lipstick, I felt suffocated to the T! And whenever I spoke to Oyama about her sister's treatment, he too would just scold me every time. I wanted to run away from my marriage many times back then ... lord if only I did, I would have not endured such a life I lived there after...

Me: I'm the wife of the notorious drug lord who decided to put me in jail to display his undying love for me ... "

Her: mmm .... Touché "she said clapping her hands slowly, she is ridiculing me, I bite my inner chic suppressing any angry reaction that is threatening and forcing to come out because I know that alone will fuel her fire.

Now I feel like I was too overly ambitious trusting myself to handle this woman all by myself, but I had no choice, I had to ask Zuko and Sandile to wait for me in the other room while I put Ngozu in her place, since there is a lot in stake riding on this meeting being successful, so I cannot fuck it up by having any destruction around, so fuck this disturbing anxiety whispering fear in my head, I decided to take few silent deep breaths as I seek strength within, not to be greater than her which I obviously want to be one day, but for now I just want to fight my greatest enemy, the doubts and angry Rose within myself, I looked at her now with my game face on, thank you lord I, I'm in control again. .. I got this.

Me: what brings you here Ngozu? "

I asked as I sat down looking at her straight in her brown beautiful eyes.

Her: my brother is in jail "

Me: Oyama was wanted in 7 counties. It's a given that he is finally caught, and not that it's my business but what do you care? "