Steve was happy to be out of court and distressing with his friend Dane.
Hey Steve, I heard that a girl whipped your ass in court today. Dane said passing a cold beer to Steve.
She is full of crap that one but she might be right about the case being a plot. We had DNA evidence and fingerprints putting Mr May at the scene, everything was wrapped up in a package for us to try this guy. Everyone just missed the fact that they have him on camera crossing the border more than a thousand kilometres away when the crime occurred. It bugs me that I didn’t see it coming, now I’m part of some sick racist psychos.
Your job is to represent the state, you did, it was just a job.This has nothing to do with you.
Steve took a sip from his bottle, enjoying the cold liquid going down his throat. Tell that to Advocate Grey, she was so disgusted with me she wouldn’t even shake my hand.
It seems Mr arrogance met Miss arrogance today. In the long time I have known you, this is the first time someone crawled in your skin. Since when does opposition get to you like this? Dane asked amused.
Steve gulped on his beer and banged the empty bottle on the counter. I just hate this crap about race all the time. If this is truly a setup, I don’t want some sick basted thinking I’m in their team because I am white and I took this case.
I know man, just mind what you say from now on. Everything will be analysed and soon you will be a full blown racist. Dane said sympathetic.
Great, just great. My worse nightmare. Anything anyone says has a potential of sounding racist. Dam that woman! he cursed. She did this on purpose and enjoyed every second of it.
At least she did it with a dazzling smile, laughed Dane.
Steve licked and bit his lower lip. It’s not just the smile, the photos you saw don’t do her much justice.
Dane could not believe his ears. I know where you are going with this. Are you crazy, Steve? That woman inferred that you are a racist, she is clearly crazy and you thinking of hooking with her?
To be fair, this case does look like it’s racially motivated. You should have seen her giving the judge that innocent smile and puppy face. Steaming hot! He said closing his eyes bringing back the image of Aziza in his mind.
Let’s go to a club, you can pick any girl there and satisfy whatever it is that’s making you like this and forget about Advocate Psycho.
Steve laughed at Dane’s attempt of solving his problem. It’s the passion in her eyes man, makes me wonder what else she’s passionate about.
Dane threw his hands in the air. I give up, you’ve lost your mind.
John May lifted his glass. To Aziza.
To Aziza! families and friends responded lifting up their glasses.I know Mike wanted you to be a doctor, if he saw you in court today he would agree that the court is where you belong. You inherited your Father’s defiance kiddo and I’m glad. He said lifting his glass again. To my good friend Mike.
A loud cheer followed as everyone toasted to Mike.
Aziza blinked preventing tears from rolling down. Not today, she told herself impatiently. Today they were celebrating victory, she did not want to ruin it with her tears. Being with all the activists and their families warmed her heart. Each one of them had played a very important role in her life but being with them was also a reminder of everything that was taken from her.
Kissing John and his wife Joy goodbye, Aziza sneaked out avoiding everyone from seeing her leave. If she announced her departure, everyone would want to say their last words and it always ended up being a full conversation about memories of her father and uncle. She just did not want to hear those stories today. In the parking lot, she exhaled, relieved that she managed to dodge everyone.Hey sexy. A husky voice said behind her as two broad hands snaked in, resting on her waist.Get your hands off me Jerome, she said annoyed.A man can’t touch his wife anymore now? he said licking her earlobe.I am not your wife and if you don’t get your hands off me, I will kick your balls again.That’s not funny Az, the last ti
Good morning Mrs Payne. Sorry I’m late, I met some irritation at your door.Good morning Advocate Grey, thank you for finally agreeing to meet. Please take a seat.Sorry, I have been busy, she lied. Please call me Aziza, she said sitting down.I presume you busy so I will get to the point. There has been a lot of racial incidents in the country and the tension is evident everywhere. If ignored I’m afraid we could end up with a civil war. I have been tasked by the president to bring in a team of leaders and influencers who can look at our policies and give constructive advice on changes that could lead to healing of old wounds and bring all races together. I would like you to be part of that team.Thank you for considering me Mrs Payne. I am really humbled but I’m afr
Steve Marlone, I believe I just saw your heart jumping. What was that? Dolly asked narrowing her eyes.Come on Mrs P, I’m just messing with her.Careful with her, she could completely destroy you.How so? He asked curious.You saw how everyone followed her when she walked out of court?MhmmShe has an ability to start war on her own that one, that’s why we need her on this team.You sound certain about that, is there something you not telling me? Steve had thought about the way the audience was cheering Aziza in court. It was almost like she was an inspiration of some sort.I’m late for a meeting Steve, just don’t mess with her, okay.Yes Ma’am, he said but deep down he knew there was n
Aziza climbed the stairs slowly, she had no intention of getting her there on time. She had to show the white boy her irritation in using her favourite coat as bait to make her come to some stupid meeting. She still couldn’t believe that he actually called her a racist as if she was capable of being one. She opened the door to the conference room, intentionally banged the door and took a seat near the exit.Steve noticed her the moment she walked in. She was wearing black suit that fitted her perfectly. The peach silk top underneath her coat complemented her flawless skin. Her hair was neatly tied in conrows, he could see the precision of the straight lines on her head. Thank you Advocate Grey for finally joining us. I would appreciate you being on time on our next sessions. He said with a smile. The rest of the guest turned to look at her, clearly disapproving of her being late.Aziza glared at him, she did no
Steve and the rest of conference guest rushed out to investigate the commotion outside.Aziza was standing proudly in the centre with Seth and at least forty bikers riding their bikes slowly around her. She was surrounded but didn’t look bit worried.Steve swallowed hard, sweat already coming down his brow. He retied the strapping to secure Naomi who was fast asleep on his chest. If Aziza, a black woman was injured or worse in front of states department by a group of white bikers, there will definitely be war and his vision for the city and country would be completely destroyed. There was no sign of police, he had to do something but what could he do?Aziza looked at her watch and smiled. It was
Steve walked around for the the third time through John’s basement. He forced himself to look at the horrific pictures, read through the horror stories and the shocking end of Aziza’s family. He wiped the tears from his eyes with his shaking hands. How does anyone get over this? he wondered, her words echoing in his head “We are the generation that saw it all, felt it all and we lived with the physical and psychological scars”. Dolly was right, Aziza could start war on her own. She was the gasoline that would fuel the racial tensions and the recent targeting of blacks by Seth’s bikers and framing of John was enough to tip her over. Now she was a time ticking bomb that could go off anytime. He had hoped that knowing more about her would help him confront and reason with her but now he was terrified to even look at her in the eye.He walked up slowly, emotiona
It was a Sunday morning, Aziza was seating with James eating popcorn, playing computer games while waiting for her laundry.Do you really think we are all racist? James asked uneasy. Aziza was on the news a lot lately and he thought some of her views were extreme.Who is we? she asked.Us, you know, white people. He said shrugging his shoulders.No, just the ones whose parents were born here. Your parents moved here six years ago, I don’t have a problem with you.What about Steve, he asked curious.What about him?He was born here, his parents were born here but you like him.And what gave you that crazy idea? she asked, stuffing
Aziza turned off the alarm and got out of bed. She had no work to go to since Judge Laymore suspended her practicing licence for six months but Dolly and John had called her a multiple times last night begging her to come to Steve’s meetings at the state department. She had eventually agreed but she was already regretting that decision now. She was getting tired of meeting, listening and hearing about Steve. Her mind seems to be also playing tricks on her. Not only were images of him playing in her mind, now there was also that kiss. Even when thinking about something else, he just creeped in. She has to actively block him from her mind, it can’t be that hard, she told herself.Taking a deep breath, she opened the door and braced herself for the comment Steve was going to pass about her being late. She looked around expecting to find everyone seated but everyone was standing and chatting over tea. John saw her