She Dies - Season 1 - Episode 12

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She Dies - Season 1 - Episode 12

“National spelling bee.” Thelda said calmly.
Stella’s eyes lit up, “Spelling bee?” She
gasped, “You’re wonderful mum.”

“You’re more wonderful my darling.”

“Thank you mum.” She embraced her mum
again, “Where_” A knock came on the door.
“Who’s that?” Thelda asked.

“Morgan.” A voice sounded. Morgan was
Thelda’s chief guard; a strongly built and
dark-skinned man, with an intimidating height
and deep-seated confidence, in his early
thirties. He looked more of a wrestler than a
guard.

“Come in.” Thelda signaled.
He opened the door and walked in briskly,
“Someone from housekeeping is here to
change the toiletries.”
“Let him in.” She said and dismissed Morgan with a wave of her hand.

A lady, about the same age with Stella came
in immediately with some items in a basket.
She greeted Thelda with a bow and went into
the en suite bathroom. In some minutes, she
was out of the room and closed the door
behind her.

“Where’s the spelling bee holding?” Stella
demanded.

“University of Nigeria Nsukka.”
“I can’t wait to be there.” She said happily.

“You’ll enjoy it.” Thelda said and they turned off the light and went to bed.

Seven O’clock the next morning, Thelda and
her daughter were seated in the limousine,
heading to Nsukka. They stopped over at
Shoprite for breakfast and the guards kept
close watch on them. In fifteen minutes, they
were already done with the breakfast and had
gone back to the car. After about an hour and
half drive, the driver reached the campus gate.

In the next ten minutes, he applied the brakes
in front of Princess Alexandria Auditorium, the
venue for the national spelling bee. The time
was 9:00AM. A guard opened the door and
Thelda got out. She stepped aside for Stella
and waited until she was out. Stella gazed
around,

“This school is very beautiful. I’ll like to have my university education here.” She glanced up at her mum and she was smiling.

“We shall discuss that with your dad when we get back.” Thelda said and slipped her fingers in hers, and they entwined as they walked up the slope passage that led to the door.

Two guards hurried ahead of them.
Princess Alexandria Auditorium of the
University of Nigeria Nsukka is a household
name in the campus. The large hall serves as
venue for symposiums, colloquium, receptions
and events of the sort.

The hall was almost filled to the brim when
they got in. The master of ceremonies
recognized them immediately they stepped in,
“Ladies and gentlemen,” his voice echoed in the microphone, “it’s my pleasure to welcome the first lady of the Federal Republic of Genna and her beautiful daughter to this unique occasion.” The hall went wild with thunderous cheers from the audience and finally died down after about ten minutes. An usher walked them to the stage and showed them seats among other dignitaries who
immediately started exchanging pleasantries
with them.

How’s your husband?

Is this your daughter?

You’ve a beautiful daughter.

How’s Genna?

The current happenings in your country are
purely miracle.

Your husband is really making Africa proud.
How’s the family?

Hope you had a nice trip?