She Dies - Season 1 - Episode 9

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She Dies - Season 1 - Episode 9

The early morning of East Legon was alive
with activities. The atmosphere was friendly
and astonishingly welcoming and the singing
breeze carried a tantalizing mixture of scents
across the area. Horns of cars stuck in the
traffic jam filled the air. Pedestrians walked to
and fro the streets, each hurrying for the day’s business.

Traffic police stood at strategic
points in the streets, their hands controlling
both drivers and pedestrians. It was the
beautiful city of Accra, the capital of Ghana,
having a total area of 200 square kilometers
and today one of the largest and fastest
growing cities of Africa.

East Legon, a predominantly residential and
business area situated in the Northern Accra
is one of the most prestigious residential
surburbs of the city. It’s adjacent to the main
campus of the University of Ghana and only
about twenty minutes drive from the Kotoka
International Airport. East Legon is a name
that conjures up another world of beauty and
glamour with a dazzling cornucopia of things
to see. It’s a city that leaves behind
fascinating memories for every first time
visitor and is a high-income area that houses
the affluent, comprising: the rich citizens of
Ghana, well-to-do foreign residents and
wealthy immigrants from America, Europe,
Asia, including African nationals from all over
the world. The area is well planned and has
well developed infrastructure with spacious
and landscaped ground.

East Legon is filled with captivating designs of
classic buildings that seem more of tourist
attraction than apartments. 13 kilometers
from the university lines series of attractive
monuments which add to the beauty of the
area. In the middle of the buildings stood the
late Williams’ estate. It was among the best in East Legon. It was fenced with high concrete
walls and had a massive gate on which
barbed wire tangled.

The estate occupied fifteen acres of land and consisted of ten large concrete buildings.

The compound was completely appealing with two lawn tennis
courts and swimming pools at the both ends
of the compound. Half of the floor was done
with marbles while the other half was
beautifully carpeted with flowers.

Several guards were stationed in a booth inside the front gate and four guard dogs roamed the compound.

The estate was built by Williams
before he became the President of Genna. He
stayed in the estate whenever he was in
Ghana for a conference or other political
business. One of the houses served as a
rendezvous for Thelda and the senate
president.

Thelda Bruno sat gloomily on a duvet, which
covered the double bed in the bedroom of one
of the buildings. The room was spacious and
lavishly furnished. From the extreme right of
the bed, about twelve inches, stood an elegant
wedding portrait. In the picture, her late
husband’s lips and hers were held together in a passionate kiss. Another large portrait came next to the wedding portrait. It was a family photograph. In it, Stella stood in-between her parents, their faces sparkling with smiles.

Directly above the portraits was a plasma
screen held in place to the wall. Few inches
from the TV, was a wine rack. It contained
various brands of wine, ranging from foreign to local brands. An en suite bathroom was
located at the left of the bed and immediately
after the bathroom was a fitted wardrobe. On
its rail hung Thelda’s numerous expensive
clothes. A full-length mirror stood next to the
wardrobe, followed by her make-up kit.

The walls were tiled and the floor was done with fitted carpet. The room looked entirely plush.

Thelda was fair, slim, with a pretty face and a
smooth skin. Her sensuous lips, straight
cheeks and pointed nose made her beauty
outstanding. She had fine legs and an
outstanding height that contrasted sharply
with her husband’s. She was simply dressed
and heavily made-up. Her smooth skin was
hidden in a pink blouse with blue spots on its
shoulder straps. The blouse spread to her
chins, revealing only her ankles. She wore a
black jacket over the blouse and a pair of long
dangly earrings fastened her ears. Her left
wrist was encircled with a golden bracelet.

She was wearing a diamond pearl necklace
round her neck and her blonde hair was pulled
back in a stubby French braid. A crooked
smile rested on her lips but she wasn’t aware she was smiling. Much was preying on her mind. Her daughter was gone forever. That thought tightened her chest and increased her heart beat. She never expected it would come to this.

A feeling of guilt began to stir in her
and she stood shivering and pulled across the
room to the window, then pulled back the
drapes and gazed out into the rising sun
which shimmered on the horizon. Soon, tears
welled up in her eyes and she let out a muffled cry.

Her once beautiful make-up suddenly
became disheveled. Her legs grew wobbly and
she shuffled back to the bed. She threw herself violently on it and lay stretched out. She tried to stop her tears by wiping it away but it kept on flowing profusely and she allowed it and started brooding over the past. She thought of her beautiful daughter with pains. She was a replica of her mum.


She had her mum’s
attractive face and penetrating eyes. In
addition, she was intelligent and daring. Her
daughter was a lady that controlled men’s
eyes with her unique charisma. She remembered the day her daughter was born,
her happy childhood and the fondness that
existed between them. Her meekness and
lovely voice were what she missed most about
her. “You’ve the voice of an angel.” She had always told her. As she progressed in her
thoughts, she made every effort not to think
about her late husband. That was the part of
her life she didn’t like going to. At last, she
dwelt on that dreadful day, the day her
daughter came to know what was not meant
for her, the day she made the highest decision
of her life; a decision that had changed her
life and made it miserable. Although Thelda
believed that trying moments called for hard
decisions, she knew the decision she had
made was gradually taking breath out of her.

Had she not eavesdropped to that phone call,
she wouldn’t have died. She blamed. I had no other alternative. She tried to console herself.

It was a hard decision but I had no choice.

She flicked a tear off her cheek, her face
becoming red with anger. Her throat felt dry
and she wanted a drink. She managed to her
feet and stood for a while to gain strength.

She took off her jacket, draped it over a vanity
table in the room and walked to the wine rack.

I have to get over this. She determined
forlornly and pulled the rack open. If I don’t
control my emotion, it will control me and I’ll
end up getting myself exposed. Stella is gone
forever. I’ve to go on with my life. After all,
every war has casualties. Unfortunately, my
daughter has been added to the list. She
wiped off another tear as she scanned the
brands, then she selected Madeira. Holding
the bottle tight under her armpit, she took a
glass from the rack and returned to the bed.

She placed the bottle on a stool and poured
some quantity into the glass. She quickly
guzzled it down with a grimace and poured
another. I murdered my only child. She
muttered. She lifted the glass to her lips, took
a slug and relaxed the glass on her laps. Will I
be able to get through this? “Oh my God,” She said and wiped her tears with the hemline of her blouse. He poured another quantity into the glass, raised it to her mouth but returned it to her laps. She closed her eyes and tried to blot out the image of her daughter from her imagination, but the memories of their vacations around the world suddenly raced through her mind. She finally and reluctantly let her thoughts drift back to the very last vacation she had with her daughter barely a year ago