The mosquito sat still on the wall.
I saw it immediately NEPA brought back light.
Both of us had spent the last four hours of the sweaty night playing hide and seek.
I knew it was inside the room.
It could not hide its hum.
That’s why it’s a mosquito, a useless being, without an iota of sense.
If I were a mosquito, why would I make any noise?!
I would just fly silently, like a Tomahawk long range cruise missile, and hit whoooop!
And vanish like a puff of smoke.
But no, these mosquitoes are stupid: they must hum!
They are the town criers of the night.
At the lagoon, I swear, there are one million mosquitoes to each star in the sky.
The humming is sometimes worse than the bite.
You and I are trapped inside the same cell.
Bite what you want and go away: just stop keeping me awake all night, humming, not biting.
Which was the game I had been playing with this loser mosquito all night long.
Several times, after NEPA took the light and this animal started humming, I flashed my torch in its direction, and the humming stopped.
So, I knew it knew I knew it was in the room.
It was just waiting for me to doze off, so it could catch me off guard and have its bite, the cursed thing!
And voila! NEPA brought back electricity.
I scanned the room, as my eyes adjusted to the light.
Ha! There it was.
Like a tiny line drawing scrawled by a restless child on the wall with a pencil.
I rose carefully and tiptoed to the wall where it was.
I slowly reached towards it, and as my strong right palm closed upon it, I increased the speed so that as it landed on with a THUD, the whole mosquito was just a mess on the wall!
Thud! My hand landed.
The loser—God forsake it—had somehow shifted off a fraction of a second before my hand landed on it.
I lunged at it where it rested.
I missed. Tried couple of times and missed.
Then, I couldn’t even find the damn thing again!
But I wasn’t about to give up, just like that.
So, I returned to my bed, laying back to better survey the entire room.
I must have dozed off.
When I woke up with a start, I found the mosquito sitting exactly on the right side of my scrotum, looking at me with a dare:
“Go on. Give me your best shot!”
