She Dies - Season 1 - Episode 43

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She Dies - Season 1 - Episode 43

Skannish Restaurant was a renowned
restaurant originally owned by a British
restaurateur during the colonial era but was
eventually sold to Laudi State government in
1946, after Genna gained independence. The
restaurant was excellent with all kinds of
dishes and drinks that boosted customers’
appetite and it also offered a friendly
atmosphere and astonishing relaxation.

Their service was superb and the restaurant
attracted the affluent from Laudi State, other
states of Genna and across Africa.
A guard came out from the front door and
opened the rear door of the limousine. He
stood aside as Williams and his family
stepped out of the car. They moved into the
restaurant and a waiter showed them to their
table. They sat and another waiter came
immediately with a tray of plates of egbeii (a
popular dish in that part of the country), cans
of water and two bottles of wine. He served
them, bowed and left.

When they finished eating, Williams said, “I’m contesting for the presidency.”

Stella and her mum were both visibly stunned,
with their gazes on Williams. Thelda exhaled
and said slowly, “That’s not possible. It’s too dangerous darling, your life will automatically be in danger once you announce that.

You know the politicians of this country better than I do. They’re over ambitious and dangerous and I don’t want you to get_”
Williams held her palms in his, “I understand
what you’re saying. I understand your concern and fears. But it’s time this nation is liberated from the shackles of backwardness and underdevelopment. It’s time this nation got a pragmatic leader who can face the challenges of this country boldly and decisively.

All this while, we’ve lived in a country where
democracy is only spoken of but not put into
practice. We’ve lived in a country where
citizens have kept silent while their resources
are being embezzled. We live in a country
where few individuals determine who should
live and who should die by the kind of
inconsiderate policies and laws they formulate
and implement. Since we got independence,
we’ve not made any remarkable progress.
We’ve had rabble-rousers who’re more
interested in murdering rather than upholding
democracy as leaders. Every sector of this
country has been negatively affected and they
have all been brought to a pitiable state of
chaos by the military and civilian presidents
we’ve had until now. Ten years back, when the military miraculously handed power over to civilians, we all thought that a new dawn of
positive transformation had come, we thought
it was time Genna found her place at the helm
of African leadership for the enormous
development that would come with the change of government, but as years went by, we found out to our uttermost dismay that the civilian government is even worst. What we practice in this country is best termed manipulative government, which I can say to mean a system of government where the chief executive acts as a military and manipulates the other arms of government for his selfish interests.

Take the judiciary for an instance, the court is
supposed to be the last hope of the common
man, but in this country the reverse is the
case; the court has rather become the first
hope of the common man and his eventual
miserable death, his last hope. In this country,
if you have money, you have justice and if you
don’t have money, you have injustice and
these are exactly against the tenets of the
ideal democracy. Each year, thousands of
students graduate from our universities and
are pushed into the society but are provided
with no employment. Many frustrated youths
have taken to all sorts of crimes against the
state because they feel marginalized and
betrayed and eventually, the poor innocent
masses are the ones that are left to suffer and
not the state. The disheartening thing about
all these is that the leaders at the centre seem
not perturbed by the confusion which has
overtaken the entire nation and because of
that, most state governments have chosen to
imitate them. The difficulties Genna is passing
through are disheartening. I think I can
contribute to making this nation what it ought
to be. What this nation needs is a leader
who’ll set the pace, a pace of progress.” He paused, watched his wife and daughter and saw they already looked convinced. They were staring at him in admiration. Thelda was
impressed with her husband, she always was.

He liked Williams for his charisma in
everything he did. Whatever he did, he was his
best at that. Stella was smiling; her dad had
always been an orator and her mentor.

Williams smiled, “It’s time I rose above all
odds and transformed this nation. It’s time I
found this nation its deserved place in both
the African and world politics and it’s time for Genna to lead so that other African countries can follow. I know it will be risky vying for the most important position in this country but I believe I’ll pull through. My faith had always led me, it has never failed me and it will see me through this. There won’t be any problem.”

He smiled broadly and released his hold on
Thelda’s palms.

Thelda was lost in thoughts, her head slightly
bent. After some seconds, she slowly raised
her eyes to Williams, “Have you announced it
to your party?”

Williams said, “Not yet. I decided to seek your approval first,” he smiled, “and now you’ve approved of it, I’ll make it official.” He looked at Stella and gave her a playful punch on the arm, “Hope we’re on the same page?”

Stella flicked a smile at him, “Yes dad.” She
fondled his tie, “I know you’ll win. I also
believe you’ll liberate this country and take us to that height everyone has thought
impossible. Dad, you’ll definitely make….”
***

Stella heard footsteps outside, quickly stroked
away the tears on her face and immediately
shut her eyes. Reagan opened the door and
got in. He stood before her and regarded her,
“Still unconscious.” He mumbled and looked at the clock. It was 1:30AM. He had only
thirty minutes to get rid of the lady. He
decided it was time to force her back to
consciousness. He stared at her smooth
straight legs and salivated. He would spend
every minute of the remaining time satisfying
his libido on every part of her beautiful body,
then at 2:00AM on the dot, he would do away
with her. He decided to start with her fine
legs. He squatted, stretched Stella’s legs apart and slowly ran his tongue through her right leg.

Stella was nauseated and held her breath.

Reagan held her left leg and repeated what he
did to the other. He felt his manhood hard
against his trousers and swallowed. He made
to undress her but decided to have a quick
shower first, for his body was stinky from the
assignment he just completed. He stood,
licked his lips and hurried into the bathroom.