It was rumored that both the architecture and the building engineers that built the house died the same day in a ghastly accident and no trace of the plan was seen elsewhere in the country and beyond.
That afternoon, she had chosen the most convenient part of the house and sat having some good times. It was the only thing she could do now , sleeping, waking up and entertaining visitors when she was not going out. She dressed in great panache in white purple and mini blouse, with well-groomed hair to match. She sat lovely and fair, looking reflectively to the open air. She was in her nature beautiful with fairly accuracy of intelligent rare for her age. She was so much a woman of the world, different from poor untidy ones. Her well-groomed hair was still looking good with glint in it, for it was a day just made. Her lovely skin had flushed to a soft golden ivory, and her lovely eyes had become deeper by contrast. She looked like a goddess in her seat, charming, and irresistible for any man. As for fashion, she knew it well. She knew where everything should be kept making a perfect woman for every outing.
Uka drove in and made his way to the garden. He no longer gives details and fill forms on the gate before he could see his mother or pass the gate to the compound. It was a rule that governed the quarters in defense to security. Thorough searching, interrogation and lots of questionings were always carried out before one could make an entry.
“Good day mom” he greeted.
She smiled and stood up elegantly in her sumptuously beautiful cloth. She had seen happiness. Another happiness. Something that would keep her all day without much thinking. Her son, her beloved which she trusted always, now with her. Many things were in her heart to be discussed.
“Good day son. You are heartily welcome. How are you today? She asked passionately and hugged him with a torch of kiss by his mouth side.
“Fine”
“And your wife?”
“She is well thank you”.
“Your wife is good enough. She was content to smile and look beautiful. I think she like me. She looked liking at me that first day she came and whispered I think I love you like I love your son”. She complimented.
“She made me to take her all over the place. I asked her about her general impression about this place, she said the climate was excellent, the food was good, and the people were most friendly. It was far from what I heard about Africa. Just yesterday, she asked to see you for African dishes and talk, but I refused because I want to have a private time with you. There are many things to talk out and because of the many engagements I have on hand with His Excellency it would be difficult for me to have the whole time to talk. We will come here together tomorrow. I think that would be fairly better. She asked all sort of questions, who our friends are and why you belong here. She also commented on the strict policy guiding the whole house and lots more saying she was not too comfortable with it. Such does not exist in England. I noticed she love the place enormously and wanted to know all about it.”
“You come to Africa for saving of your soul and that of others. Carefulness is important. In my university days in Italy, I do not know fear. I know fear from here. Well, that’s good of her. We have a whole time to spend more in talks with her and the entire household”.
No one spoke for a while afterward. It was a moment to sort out which was which and which to discuss before the other. The thought of the woman kept them all thinking for a while. The whole gist of his white wife suddenly began to wear a blacker complexion. Uka got up from his seat and made way to the bar, brought out a bottle of Valskey wine and dished himself fruits covered on a plate at the foot stool. He plainly complained and accused Pius of not being reasonable and communicating for the building of a happy family.
“That well reminds me of something. Have you met him?”
“Yesterday at the City Garden Bar and Restaurant located along British park and stock exchange house.”
“Oh good. I have not seen him with my too eyes since he left home some years ago. I have forgotten him entirely.  He calls me often telling me where I was at a particular day and the color of the cloths I put on.