Episode 3
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FOOL’S GOLD
Nwata kwocha aka
It was a party for the ‘who is who’ in town. Strictly by invitation and held in Hilton Hills, a five star hotel that books a room for half the salary of a sitting Senator. Queeneth his wife would settle for nothing else except it was creme de la creme and here they were, having a time of their life, living the dream.
World most expensive Champagnes like Armand de Brignac, Don Perignon Rose Gold Methuselah, Juglar Cuvee were the drinks for the occasion. A top Chef in the country had been contracted to prepare the food. He wanted everything in Perfecto and so did his wife.
It was their five years wedding anniversary and they couldn’t settle for less.
“Odogwu himself…” His friends praised.
“Nice party…” Pretty ladies gushed at him.
He took the numerous compliments with warm smiles, his ego inflating as the night worn on. What people would do to be in his shoes. They will slave for it, kill for it and even die for it. Just like he had done. Who wouldn’t?
He was envied and admired, this he knew. Many, both friends and foes wished to have a taste of the life he led. He smiled at the thought, his eyes casting round the glamourious event.
“Honey…the party needs more wine.” Queeneth said her bone straight hair crowning her beautiful face perfectly. She was dressed in a delicious looking roxy gown that had cost him a fortune. Her skin was glittery and her hour glass shape more defined. He was pleased the numerous liposuction she had underwent after the birth of their children have paid off well.
“Ring the hotel manager.” He said to her observation.
“They’ve ran out of quality stocks. I think we should call a distinguished winery to make supply for the rest of the night.” Queeneth offered.
“Do as you wish babe, you are the hostess.” He conceded without protest. He had mapped out enough mad money for the occasion.
Arguing with Queeneth over such issues was unnecessary. Class and quality were her watch word and he had the money to get her the moon if she as much as requested for it.
The party ended in the wee hours of the night. He kissed his wife good night as her personal driver took her home. She didn’t ask why he wasn’t coming with her, neither did she care. She had come to understand and accept his life style just as he has done hers. They complimented each other perfectly, a quality that kept their union strong. As long as he provided all she desired, he could do anything he wishes.
He got to the room he had lodged in the hotel feeling energized and ready for the second phase of the night. They were already in bed, eagerly waiting for him, the two beauties he had singled out from the party. He loved them beautiful and they flocked after him like moths to light.
This was the life, he smiled hurriedly ripping off his clothes, let no one state otherwise.
By Judith Oraka.
