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Refuge: Chapter 10

Posted on 07/11/2018

He hadn’t dated Zoey for long; barely over a year since the hurricane that nearly tore his city apart. But Eli prided himself in knowing the woman he was dating. He wouldn’t have traveled clear across the world if he didn’t know her well.

But he couldn’t recognize the woman sitting across the room, legs crossed and back straight, with a stiff smile tacked on her face. Several times during the course of the evening, Eli tried to catch her gaze–he needed to talk with her, check her pulse. But her gaze never wandered to his corner of the room. It was as if they were in two different parties.

Zoey epitomized native opulence after changing to native clothing similar to her cousin, the one getting married. Makeup and jewelry adorned her, erasing the carefree and bare-faced beauty that he was so fond of. Even her laugh sounded fake, barely reaching the eyes that would always light up upon hearing a joke. She wasn’t comfortable; that much was clear… and he sought to rescue her, if only she would look his way.

“Hey, Lover boy,” Nwando’s stern voice pervaded his thoughts, followed by an elbow shoved against his side.

He barely caught the plate from sliding off his lap and glared at Nwando who sat beside him. “What?”

Both her brows raised inquisitively. “Chill. You’re staring.”

Eli scowled. “I can’t stare at my own girlfriend?”

Nwando frowned and leaned in to whisper. “She’s not your girlfriend here, remember?”

His scowl only deepened, recalling the plan they’d settled on without his input. “This is ridiculous.” He didn’t travel all the way here to be hidden.

“Well tough, EJ.” She gnawed at the large cowbone. “You’re here and you can either make the best of it or go home.”

Eli squinted at her, knowing he had little choice on the matter. “That’s not my name.”

“It is for now,” Nwando replied and sucked noisily on the bone.

He grimaced at the sound and shifted in his seat, gaze skimming Zoey as he turned toward the television where a soccer match was playing.

The younger guests, except Zoey and her cousin, had congregated to one side of the room to watch the game. Law and Dom sat in the middle of the group, adding colorful commentary on the live action.

Although Eli had no interest in the game and would’ve preferred going to Zoey for an explanation, he couldn’t do anything about the situation except mope. He hated moping.

“Stop moping.”

Eli tossed a glare over his shoulder at Nwando. “I’m not.”

Nwando snorted. “Yeah right, dude. Do you need me to explain–”

“I’m Law’s friend visiting the city from Brooklyn and have never met any of his family members before tonight. Got it.” He returned his gaze to the television.

“Well, you’re a smart cookie. Don’t worry, a week will come and go faster than you think.” Her greasy hand patted his shoulder and it took everything in him not to push her hand off. The dinner plate was like dead weight on his lap; his appetite for copulent goat meat and seasoned rice lost.

His smartwatch vibrated and he took it as a sign to escape from the disorganized noise. Holding the plate, he stood and set it back down on his chair.

“Where you going?”

“International call.” He strode past her, this time succeeding in not glancing Zoey’s way as he sought out the nearest exit.

Cars packed like sardines filled the veranda outside and with a drawn-out sigh, Eli manuevered around the vehicles to seek a quiet, empty corner. Finding one near the gate, he leaned against the brick post and unpocketed his phone.

Darah’s number flashed on the screen. He hesitated only a moment before answering. “Hello?”

“Oh great! It works!” her voice came out clear.

“Of course it works. It’s wi-fi.”

“Brat. How are you?”

Eli shrugged even though his sister couldn’t see. “I’m okay.”

“Sounds like you’re not. I was expecting loud tribal music and laughter but it sounds so quiet over there.”

“I’m in the middle of nowhere.”

“What?!”

Eli huffed a sigh. “Zoey’s parents, they…” He paused, not sure what words he could use to describe Zoey’s wealth.

“What, Eli? Are they treating you bad? Eleazer, are you okay?”

He shook out of his reverie. “Yeah.”

“They’re treating you bad?!”

Eli shook his head. “No! It’s not that.”

“Ugh, I knew you should’ve stayed home. I’ve heard about Nigerian parents looking down on us and act like we’re nothing… I should’ve said something before you got that visa.”

Eli frowned. “Wait what? What do you mean they look down on us? Who’s us?”

Darah paused a little too long and then sighed. “J.R.’s giving me a look. I should stop.”

“No, you can’t do that.” He pushed off the post and placed one hand on his hip. “Tell me now.”

“There’s no point telling you now. Ugh, I need to learn when to shut up. Darn it, Darah.”

“Hey!” he interjected, not in the mood for her introspective sililoquies. “Tell me.”

She groaned. “Leave me alone, Jay, he said he wants to know. I can’t stop him from–” she sighed again. “So apparently, Nigerian people–well, to be fair, the older generation–don’t really care for us. And I mean, African Americans as a whole. They even have a word for us. Dunno remember what it’s called but I’m pretty sure it’s not a nice word.”

Eli frowned. “But don’t they get called African-booty scratchers?”

“Well, that’s true. Yeah… I guess we both have issues with each other.”

“Not me,” Eli countered, frowning at the mansion before him. He recalled the strange but curious looks he’d received upon arrival. “I’ve never met these people before in my life, why should I have an issue with them?”

Darah sighed. “You’re so naive, Eli, and I love you for it, but that doesn’t change things, sweet one. J.R.’s extended family used to look at me funny whenever I came around. I remember asking him about it and he said they’re just not used to black girls. It’s almost impossible to see an Indian man marry outside his race, much less a black woman. Maybe it’s the same over there.”

“But I’m black, Darah, just like them.” Zoey’s words from earlier echoed against his and Eli’s frown deepened. “How are we different?”

“Well, you could honestly pass for a white man, especially in winter!” Darah chuckled and Eli’s mood soured. “Anyway, I’m worried about you, Eli. What if Zoey’s parents are that kind?”

“What kind…?”

“The kind that have preconceived notions about people they don’t understand. The kind that’ll make your relationship with Zoey difficult. In my case, both J.R. and his dad were supportive and firm when we received any pushback. If Zoey’s not firm enough, it’ll be hard for you. Now tell me, are they treating you good?”

“EJ!” Nwando’s voice interrupted before Eli could answer. He squinted as the young woman squeezed through the jam-packed cars to reach him. “Goodness, what’s going on with you, man?”

“Who’s that? Zoey?”

“No.” He eyed Nwando who bent over to catch her breath. “Darah, let me call you back.” He disconnected over his sister’s protests. “What is it?”

Nwando released a breath and straightened. “Well you’ve done it. I knew your staring would blow your cover. Someone wants to see you.”

Eli frowned. “What are you talking about?”

“Zoey’s father wants to see you. Now.”

Under the weight of her father’s glare, Zoey was tempted to seek an escape but she remained firm, annoyed that she even had to hide. Beside her father, her mother scowled at her. She couldn’t even pay attention to Aunty Sophia’s hand on hers as silent support. Her attention was focused on the door, awaiting the arrival of Nwando and Eli.

“So you guys are really pausing my door-knocking because Zoey brings an American guy home?” Paula shrugged off her fiance’s hand off her shoulder. “Are you serious?”

“Cool down, Paula,” Aunty Sophia said gently.

“This is crazy! It’s my wedding!” Paula burst into tears and rushed off towards the kitchen. Her frazzled fiance hurried after her.

“I can’t believe you, Ezinne,” Aunty Nneoma practically screamed, her face tight. “How dare you usurp my child’s happiness?!”

“Abeg, sharrap,” Zoey’s mother shouted back, piercing her sister’s face with her dark glare. “This is my house and I can do whatever I want.”

“You’re selfish, Ezinne. Always have, always will be. I don’t even know why I bother with you.”

“I don’t know why I bother with you either. Ungrateful–”

“Enough!”

The women flinched at the loud bark of Honorable Festus Smith. In all the years Zoey lived under her father’s discipline, he hardly raised his voice.

“Zoey.”

She lowered her head. “Y-yes Dad.”

“In all my years at the bank and in the court, have you ever heard of me cheating anyone?”

“No, sir.”

“Have you seen me tell falsehoods or deceive anyone?”

Zoey swallowed hard. “No sir.”

“So when did you start telling lies?”

“It’s because of that akata.”

Zoey cringed and squeezed her hands together. That word had never hurt like it did now.

“Ezinne, that will never be a word we use here. Not now, not ever. Understand me?”

Her mother kissed her teeth in muted rebellion. She may be a chief’s daughter but her husband’s authority would always supersede hers.

Her father sighed. “Where is he?”

“I think Nwando went to find him,” Law answered.

“And you,” her father growled. “Adding to the deceit. So what did she offer you? Don’t you look at me like that, I know you.”

Law didn’t answer, undoubtedly evading his father’s stern glare pinned on him.

“I had always prided myself as a man of integrity. To think that my own children are sneaky and deceitful is beyond disappointing.” His feet shifted to turn and Zoey looked up.

Her stomach somersaulted. Nwando stepped inside with Eli in tow. Zoey’s father gestured for Eli to come forward.

When Eli stepped around Nwando to approach her father, she tried to catch his gaze and somehow give him strength–perhaps garner some for herself.

Eli didn’t look anywhere but her father’s face.

“I want the truth and nothing but the truth. Understood?”

Eli nodded without blinking. “Understood.”

“Are you my son’s friend?”

“No, I’m not.”

A chorus of muttering filled the silence that followed, and Eli’s shoulders visibly stiffened. Zoey wished to go near him but Aunty Sophie’s hand rested firmly on hers.

“Then who are you and why are you here?”

Zoey silently pleaded for Eli to look her way; she needed him to pin his beautiful hazel gaze on her.

Eli shifted his weight, the only visible sign of his nervousness. “My name is Eleazar Teka, from Houston. I was invited to Zoey’s cousin’s wedding.”

“So who are you to Zoey?”

Eli’s hazel gaze finally shifted to her, expression unreadable. “Her boyfriend, I guess.”

“You guess?” her father prodded.

Her mother clucked her tongue in disapproval.

Eli’s gaze remained on Zoey for only a second before he swung it back on her father. “With all due respect, may I ask one question before I answer yours?”

The sound of a pin dropping to the floor could be heard in the silence that followed Eli’s question. Everyone, including Zoey, gaped at him.

“Go ahead,” Zoey’s father answered a moment later.

“If I was one of yours and not an ‘akata’, would I be treated this way?”

Zoey nearly staggered back, Eli’s use of the word piercing her deeper than her mother’s. Her widened gaze swung to Nwando who wouldn’t meet her eyes, confirming her one of her fears.

Eli had come to understand the definition of that very ugly word.

“In what way are you treated, Eleazar?” her father inquired, his tone steady as though speaking to a client.

“From the minute I stepped inside your house, some of y’all were staring like I was some strange creature.”

“We can’t help the way some ignorant people choose to behave, Eleazar. Did I look at you as though you were a strange creature?”

There were times Zoey appreciated her father’s moderate tone, but at this moment he sounded painfully placating. She was sure Eli would only be provoked.

“No, Mr. Smith, you didn’t.”

“So I would appreciate we speak like man to man. Have I or my children treated you in a way that made you ask that question?”

Eli’s jaw tightened visibly and Zoey squeezed her hands together. “No, I can’t say you had the chance to form an opinion about me. But I would say that the opinion was made for you.” His gaze skimmed over Zoey’s mother, Aunty Sophia, Nwando, and Law. “Like I don’t deserve to be anything but her brother’s friend from America.”

Zoey’s heart tripped over when his hazel eyes pinned hers.

“If that’s true then, I’m wasting my time here and I think it’s best that I go back home.”

Her stomach dropped, Eli’s pained gaze and words confirming her other fear. She’d made him feel as unwelcome here as those she worried would not accept him.

<<Chapter 9 || Chapter 11>>

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Refuge: Chapter 6

Posted on 11/10/2018

“Enjoy your stay in Lagos,” the flight attendant said cheerily.

Zoey tamped a sigh, knowing Eli was watching her every move, and stepped off the plane.

The feelings upon landing in the international airport was often the same every time she stepped off the plane; a mixed bag of anxiety, annoyance, trepidation, and nostalgia.

Eli stayed so close behind her as they walked up the narrow hallway, the bags he held lightly hitting the back of her legs.

As usual, there was noise everywhere and the hallway was warmer than the plane. Lights overhead flickered as they walked down the ramp.

Passengers brushed past them, scurrying toward the growing line in front. Zoey pulled out her phone and re-adjusted her bag over her shoulder.

“Should we be walking faster? Everyone’s rushing to the front.”

Zoey glanced over her shoulder, spotting the wrinkle in his brow. “There’s no need for that, actually.”

“You sure?” He frowned and looked over her head. “That line’s kinda long.”

“You’ll be alright. Got your passport right?”

“Yeah…” His tone betrayed hesitation and she looked at him, noting the furrow deepening. “I just saw a guy from U.S. get on that line. Isn’t it for foreigners–”

“You’re with me,” Zoey countered, cringing at her haughty tone.

Eli must’ve noticed because one brow arched. “Okay…?”

Zoey sighed. “Don’t make this weird–” her phone rang and she promptly answered. “Hello?”

“Baby Z!”

A smile formed at the familiar voice. “Aunty! Are you here?”

“Of course. Where are you?” Voices and the sound of bustling traffic filled the air.

“Walking up now. We’ll see you in a bit.” Zoey grabbed Eli’s wrist and tugged forward. Thankfully, Eli didn’t resist and followed her forward.

“So, your oyinbo boyfriend came too?”

“Excuse me.” Zoey manuevered around a group of travelers. “Aunty, you’re sounding like Nwando. Yeah, he’s with me.”

“Okay, I’ll let Cyrus meet you there. C, they’re waiting.”

Zoey circled around a family with their stacked boxes. “Aunty, who’s Cyrus?”

“Leave me, jor,” her aunty laughed.

Two uniformed men stepped forward just as Zoey approached the express lane.

“Madam,” one of them said with a stern expression, holding up one hand.

Zoey fought the urge to roll her eyes. “I’m a citizen.” She turned the back of her phone to flash her passport.

The two men looked her up and down, then lifted their curios gazes to Eli behind her.

“He’s with me.” Zoey started forward, still holding to Eli’s wrist.

“Hold small,” one said, putting a hand between them. “Na him citizen?”

The skepticism in his voice almost made Zoey laugh.

“Z,” her aunty’s voice sounded in her ears. “Wait for Cyrus. He’s coming.” A horn honked loudly and she shouted her annoyance in the distance.

“All foreigners go to that line,” one of the officers said, pointing at the growing line behind them with his chin. “You can wait here for him.”

Zoey gritted her teeth. “We’ll just wait here. My uncle is coming to get us.”

The two officers glanced at each other, silently communicating their next plan of action. Zoey looked past them, searching for this uncle Cyrus.

Eli tugged on her hand. “Maybe I should just–”

“Don’t move a muscle,” Zoey answered sternly, spying the crowd for a familiar face. “My aunty said we should wait.”

A tall, bespectacled man dressed in fitted native clothes emerged from behind the immigrations barrier and strode towards them. Zoey didn’t have time to inspect the man and pointed at him. “There’s my Uncle Cyrus.”

The two officers turned toward the man and immediately straightened their relaxed stance. “Sir,” they said in unison, walking up to meet him as he stepped forward.

Zoey watched in curiosity as the man murmured something to them and reached into his pocket for his wallet. The officers shifted their bodies to cover the transaction and Zoey sighed heavily, turned to Eli who watched the scene with widened eyes.

“Did he just …?”

“Don’t ask questions.” Over Eli’s shoulder, Zoey could see some travelers gawking at the transaction with open scorn. She pulled her gaze back to Eli.

“Zoey?”

She turned around to see only the tall man standing where the officers stood. Zoey took in his salt-and-peppered beard. “Uncle Cyrus?”

The man smiled, his eyes hidden behind his sunglasses. “Is that what Soph called me?”

He resembled a Cheshire cat with his grin. Zoey frowned. “Not really but…”

Cyrus chuckled. “It’s okay. Ready?” He didn’t wait for her to respond and turned toward the immigration barrier that seemed to part as he walked forward.

Zoey followed, still holding onto Eli’s hand.

“My boys are getting your bags,” Cyrus instructed, leading the way past the crowd milling about in the airport’s lobby. “We’ll meet your aunty up front.”

The tension in Zoey’s shoulders eased up a bit. “Thank you,” she replied, relieved to avoid the chaos of baggage claim. Falling a step back, she presented a smile to Eli. “Saved by Aunt Soph.”

The reluctance remained in his expression. “Is this the only international airport?” He shifted to avoid bumping into a traveler barreling past them.

“There’s one in Abuja also. Why?”

Eli shook his head. “Nothing.” He gestured for her to look forward and she did, noting that Cyrus greeted another officer with a handshake before walking through the double doors.

Zoey followed and drew in a sharp breath. She halted in her steps and gaped at the sight before her. “My goodness!”

Distracted by two officers standing in the entranceway harassing a visibly-troubled woman carrying a clear bag jam-packed with loaves of bread, Eli walked at a short distance from Zoey.

His footsteps stalled a bit, watching the woman gesticulate with one hand while the other kept the bag propped on her head. He couldn’t hear what they were saying, but he was sure the officers barred her from entry and demanded that she turn back. From where he stood, he could see desperation on her face that shone with sweat from standing out in the sun too long.

Eli frowned, quietly counting how much bread was in her bag.

“Eli!”

He glanced over to where Zoey stood on the other side of the door, gesturing wildly for him.

He looked once more to where the officers crowded the bread peddler and hurriedly made his way over to Zoey. “Hey, how much is…” the rest of his words fell off as he took in the scene before him.

Three cars lined the sidewalk; all expensive even in America. He recognized the latest model of a Mercedes SUV sandwiched between two Jeeps and whistled.

Zoey tucked a hand under his, pulling his attention back to her. “Eli, this is my aunt Soph.”

He blinked, only just noticing the couple beside Zoey. Their escort Cyrus stood beside a curvaceous woman with a bemused smile on her face. Her black eyes focused on him. “Hello Eli.”

Eli’s face burned. There was no doubt she’d watched him gawk at that peddler. “Hello Mrs. Sophie.”

Zoey nudged him with her elbow. “Aunty Soph, Eli. She’s my dad’s youngest sister.”

The woman laughed, revealing a slight gap between her front teeth–a feature Eli loved on Zoey. “You can call me whatever you want, dear. You’ve met my beau, Cyrus?”

“Beau indeed.” Zoey looked slightly annoyed. “Aunty, why are three cars necessary?”

Aunty Sophie’s shapely brows arched. “Because one belongs to Cyrus, the other belongs to me and the other is for you.”

“Aren’t we going to the same place?”

“And so? Will we stay there with you?”

Eli glanced over the cars, watching the peddler hobble across the street. “Excuse me, how much is bread here?”

Zoey frowned. Cyrus squinted at him. Aunty Sophie smirked. “Are you hungry, Eli?”

“Not really.” He pointed to the peddler standing on the other side of the traffic. “But how much is that?”

“Oh dear, if you want bread we can get it on the way.”

Zoey sighed. “He’s not asking to eat it.” Her eyes moved over Eli’s face, her expression clearly amused. “My guy’s a local hero. How much is the whole thing, Aunty?”

Cyrus arched a brow. Aunty Sophie clucked her tongue and shook her head. “That bread looks too old. She’ll probably take less than 100 Naira just to get rid of it.”

Eli looked to Zoey and she smiled gently. “Give her whatever you want, babe.”

He nodded and reached in his pocket when Cyrus put a hand over his to stop him. Then he looked over Eli’s head, gesturing for one of the officers responsible for chasing off the peddler.

The young officer jogged to meet Cyrus. “Yes sir,” he answered, glancing once at his companions.

Cyrus pulled out a few bills and handed it over to the officer, gesturing to the peddler across the street.

The young officer blinked, obviously confused.

“Go and give her,” Cyrus said firmly and pointed to the street with his chin.

Nodding, the young officer reluctantly turned away.

“Thanks C,” Aunty Sophie said, patting her beau’s arm.

“Yes, thank you Uncle Cyrus,” Zoey answered with a smile in her voice and she squeezed Eli’s arm.

Cyrus merely grunted, pocketing his wallet.

Eli didn’t respond yet, watching the officer flag down the peddler who hobbled to him, thanking the disgruntled officer who shoved the money in her hand. He frowned and turned back to his companions only to find them staring expectantly at him. “Uh, thanks… thank you, Mr. Cyrus.”

The man eyed him curiously. “This is your first time in Nigeria?”

“Yea.” Zoey’s hand tightened on his arm. “Yes sir,” Eli corrected himself.

Cyrus nodded. Aunty Sophie smiled. “That was very nice of you, Eli. Are you usually this kind-hearted or is this a show for us?”

“Aunty,” Zoey interjected before Eli could ask what she meant. “Eli’s a bleeding heart. In fact, his whole family is. Remember they allowed a stranger like me stay with them during the hurricane, no questions asked.”

“I remember,” Aunty Sophie responded and smiled at Eli. “We are truly indebted to you, Eli. You won’t believe the wahala watching the news about Houston. Thank you for taking care of our girl.” She draped an arm around Zoey and pulled her into a hug. “My precious girl.”

Zoey smiled up at Eli. “Basically they were frantic watching the news about Harvey.”

Eli nodded. “It was nothing.”

“It was everything to us.” Aunty Sophie smiled. “Her parents are looking forward to meeting you, no doubt about that. Speaking of, let’s be going. Eli and Zoey, you’ll ride with us. The drivers will get our cars to the house.”

Cyrus rounded the front of the Mercedes SUV to take the driver’s seat. Two men appeared from behind Eli and Zoey, towing their luggage to the trunk of the SUV.

Aunty Sophie opened the front passenger door and paused to enter. “My friend Eli, do you have any idea what you’re getting into by coming here?”

“Aunty, please don’t scare him. We barely made it here,” Zoey interjected and grabbed Eli’s hand. “Don’t mind her, E. Everything’s gonna be fine.”

Except that Aunty Sophia’s ominous words echoed louder and longer than Zoey’s reassurance and as Eli settled in the backseat, he couldn’t shake off the strange feeling that he wasn’t the least bit prepared for what awaited him at the end of this long drive across town

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