Are you Afraid of the Dark?

She faced the dark forest with a new look of fear in her eyes. The forest had once been lighted by his smile, but now she lay there alone. She was still in the same position that she had pushed his hands away with a loud “No!”.
He stood a few metres away, hidden by a large bush. He watched keenly to see what she would do next. He knew his intentions might be considered ill by many, but he could justify them in any court of law. How could she expect him to give no more than light cuddles after he used all his money taking her for a hike in the Ngong hills? He had hoped that the encroaching darkness would soften her stand. It, therefore, surprised him to find that she had remained firm and pushed his hands away when he tried to roll the orange skirt that covered her chocolate thighs.
He had walked away, after his pleas to even hold her hand and protect her from the cold had bounced back straight onto his face. She did not even turn to watch him go. She had continued lying on the ground with her legs spread out and hands folded across her bosom.
“She must be one brave girl.” He thought to himself.
How wrong he was. Inside she shook, and wished that she had succumbed to the heat that had now turned into a cold fear. She remembered the dark stories she had heard of Ngong forest. She heard the loud voice of J.M Kariuki pleading for the landless, before taking his last breath, and she was not sure whether it was real or imagined. She thought of following him and pleading with him not to leave her alone, but her pride could not permit her. The branches of the tall trees surrounding her danced vigorously in the evening wind mocking her meagre form that lay helplessly below. She reached for her phone and scrolled for numbers that she could call for help. Numbers of brothers who would ask a million questions on what she was doing alone in the middle of Ngong forest at seven pm, and friendzoned Eddies who would only be glad to laugh at her predicament.
All of them scared her.
She would have been more scared, however, had she seen one of the trees turn into a muscular man carrying a machete in his hands and start to approach her. By the time she saw him, it was too late to let out a scream or move. She lay there, still, waiting for whatever the future beheld. She would now have to lose that which she had denied him, and perhaps more.
Mwangi held his breath behind the bush, and started planning his moves. He could not claim to love her, at least not on the first date. Still he could not allow her to be raped. He had heard of women haunted by rape for the rest of their lives. Pained women who denied their husbands conjugal rights or played dead fish in bed. Others resulted to taking away their lives. It was this reason that he had restrained himself from raping her and walked away. A big femur bone was the only weapon that he could find in the forest. He could not allow Zipporah to go through such horror.
The first blow hit the man on the right kidney, just below the ribcage. He screamed and turned, clutching the hurt side with his hands, his face twisted in agony. The next blow was heavier and crushed into his temple splitting the bone into two. His bulk weight dropped with a heavy thud, dead.
Zipporah could not understand what was going on around her. She had willingly opened her legs into a big V-shape, and removed her pants in order to avoid any physical confrontation with her assaulter. The last thing she saw was him fumbling with his belt and dropping his trousers. She had closed her eyes and waited for the worst. She had clenched her teeth, determined not to scream. But it seemed she had, though she could not understand why her mouth had remained shut. It seemed that the man had gotten angry with her for screaming and was now punishing her, for she had heard the loud sounds of ‘hit’, ‘crack’ and a final ‘thud’. She could not understand why she did not feel the pain or the impact.
“You are safe Zipporah.”
She recognized his voice at once despite having been with him for only a few hours. She could feel him besides her, in the same position that he had lain before she had pushed him away. She felt his hand go around her waist, and this time she did not resist. She was ready to give him anything, if only as a fraction of gratitude for saving her. But he did not have any further plans. He only wished to protect her from the biting cold and the evil forest darkness forever. Soon, their tired muscles gave into sleep, and they snored deep into the night, their arms around each other.
She woke up first, and found the full moon high up in the cloudless sky, the stars shooting around it in a heavenly dance. Startled, she felt her surroundings in a wild haze; her hands, eyes and mind working together to recollect the earlier happenings.
Then she saw him. Her bundle of joy slept peacefully on the ground beside her. She admired his dark face against the glowing moonlight and caressed his neck with her long bony fingers. Slowly, she bent down and kissed his lips. He responded by throwing his hands around her. They rolled together several times, immune to the sticks, pebbles and thorns that grazed their skins. They only stopped after hitting a tree stump, and by then their hands were busy removing the remaining shreds of clothes. Their minds blank, their souls dictated their movements and led the bodies into each other. The rhythm of their rocking bodies played many genres of music; sometimes fast rock and at other times slow classical music. At other times his thumping would correspond to the bass drums in Congolese music, and she would writhe her hips on the ground, dancing to coastal Taarabu. Whichever music their bodies played, it was all sweet. They would reach the climax and converge in one huge crescendo, outpour themselves into one another before getting thirsty immediately and starting the music all over again. Theirs was a song sung by two interlocking mouths, a rhythm that even the universe danced to. Finally, their bodies exploded into an eternal tune that echoed throughout the entire Ngong forest. Their bodies collapsed on to the ground, their souls merging into one.
An hour later, they led each other home, arm in arm, unafraid of the dark.
Are you afraid of the dark

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s