Six days later
I stood on the mirror not sure if I wanted to let go of Wane, it had been six days since her death and my life had shifted drastically from what it used to be to something I couldn’t even recognize.
‘Do you really have to be in black?’ my wife asked
‘Mevis leave me alone.’ I said softly taking in the image that I was staring into
I had aged, for the first time I questioned my f position as a president. So this was it? I was expected to just forget her and continue leading the nation? Was it worth it? Sacrificing my love and heart? But for what? A love that didn’t even last? A love that was felt and yet experienced behind closed doors? A forbidden love?
My mind drew me to the day she cornered me in a hotel room after we had a meeting with the French ambassador
‘Wane what are you doing? I had asked her
‘We need to talk, I can’t take this anymore.’ She told me as she held the door for me to go inside
I didn’t want people to notice anything so I walked in
‘Make this short, I have a country to run.’ I told her as I looked deep into her beautiful eyes
‘I still love you and I can’t take this anymore.’ She began without even facing me
I felt my heart torn in two, I felt joy take over my being at the same time. How is it possible to hate the only person that you love? She had picked a different man from me and that had tormented me but somehow I still longed that she felt me as much as I did her.
‘Are you going to say something?’ she asked
‘What do you want me to tell you? That I have loved you since the day you chose money over love? That I have loved you since the day you betrayed me? Is that what you want to hear?’ I had asked her
‘You know I did what was the best for us.’ She said kneeling before me
‘Wane I loved you, sacrificed my life for you. Whatever joy I found I gave it to you and you took away the man I was meant to be when you left.’ I told her reliving the pain and anguish
We got so lost in tears and the next thing I remember was her giving herself to me, it was the first time and it felt right. We were so engrossed in each other’s arms without realizing when my wife walked in. she was hurt, her heart torn beyond repair. I tried to stay away from Wane but when I just couldn’t, I allowed the emotions to take over.
She was not just a great lover but a good vice president too.
I let out the tears, pouring down as I hit on the mirror. It is my fault that she is dead I constantly screamed with each punch. I should have never allowed her to be Vice President. I shouldn’t have been this close to her, now I had to leave with the fact that she was gone and her murderer was somewhere living a happy life.
I got hold of myself and washed my hands that were now bleeding due to the glass I had been hitting.
The Presidential motorcade was already waiting outside when I walked out. One of the officers came and opened the door for me when I drew near.
‘Finally accepting defeat?’ Mevis said sarcastically
‘Don’t you have a heart?’ I asked her feeling the pain in my fists
‘Don’t be dramatic hubby, I lost my heart the day you chose her over me.’ She said causing the driver to look at us through his mirror
‘We will talk about this when we get home.’ I said as I turned to look at the other side
‘There is nothing to talk about, she’s gone. Even in death you want her to give me a headache.’ She said before clicking her tongue
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Mass was being held to celebrate her life here on earth at Cathedral of the Holy Cross because she was a born and bred Catholic. It was already packed when we got there, we were led inside as the first family and we sat on the left side whilst on the right her family.
The casket was put just at the entrance of the door and the Priest began with the sprinkling of the coffin with holy water as a reminder of baptism and said, ‘With this water we call to mind Mrs Musoni’s baptism. As Christ went through the deep waters of death for us, so may he bring her to the fullness of resurrection and life with all the redeemed.’
A crucifix was carried by one of the alter boys then placed on the coffin.
‘The grace and peace of God our Father and the Lord Jesus Christ be with you.’ The Priest said when he faced the congregation
‘And with your spirit.’ They responded
‘Let us pray.’ The Priest said
‘O God, whose mercies cannot be numbered, accept our prayers on behalf of your servant Mrs Musoni, and grant her an entrance into the land of light and joy, in the fellowship of your saints; through Jesus Christ your Son our Lord, who lives and reigns with you in the unity of the Holy Spirit, one God, now and for ever. Amen.’ He had continued
He went on and read some scriptures from John 14:1-6, reminding the congregation not to be troubled because the deceased was in a better place.
A short sermon was preached and personal remembrances of the Vice President by friends and family were offered. The priest concluded mass and him and his procession walked out of the church before sprinkling the Casket again with water and having it incensed. The sprinkling is a reminder that through baptism the person was marked for eternal life and incensation signifies respect for the body as the temple of the Holy Spirit.
Body viewing was done and we all drove to Memorial park which was her final resting place. That side a few prayers were offered and the casket was laid in the earth. As this was done I kept thinking of the many ways I would eliminate the person that took her from me. As I laid the wreaths I just asked for strength to be able to avenge her death.