Irrevocable doom

Part 1

I set the glass with my poisoned drink on the dressing table and looked at my teary reflection on the mirror before me. Numerous rhetoric queries pervaded my perturbed mind; why me? am I cursed? Is this what life has reduced me into? Oh! how could I have been so stupid?

The beginning to my end began when I met Claire in my second at the university. Claire was a first year student majoring in marine biology. What drew me to her most was her beautiful personality and carefree spirit. Claire was also a very beautiful girl. This was evident even to the dumbest and most clueless person. She was a fair complexioned girl with a pair of almond eyes, an upturned nose and full lips set on a perfectly shaped heart face. Dont even get me started with her enormous curves just yet. She had a phenomenal backside and that coupled with her heavy bosom gave her the most desired hour glass figure. What couldnt I give to be her?

Courtesy of her beauty, she started being on the receiving end of men's attention. Blokes from all walks of life started approaching her with very tempting offers. If my memory serves me well, Omondi (once the member of parliament of Sontou constituency), in his quest to win her heart promised to buy her a condo in the US, a car and even give her an opportunity to continue her studies in the US. However, she tactfully dodged their advances in a bid to guard her dignity.

But that was before disaster struck. That was before Claire lost her parents in the most gruesome road accident ever. An accident that that left heft her orphaned with huge mortgage debts and two mouths to feed.

In those two long weeks following her parents funeral, Claire became just a shell of the cheery and lively girl I once knew. She kept to herself more and barely spoke more than a few words to me whenever we were together. Claire, the person with whom I could talk to all day, chat with throughout the night and still have something to talk about when we met the following morning!

It broke my heart every time I had to see her like this. So, when one month later I started seeing more of her old self I was relieved. To say I was elated is an understatement. In fact, I was terribly so. It never occurred to me to ask her what had inspired her to get out of grieving. I was just glad to have my friend back.

Somethings were off about her though. She had started for example wearing expensive clothes, jewelry and perfumes. Whenever I asked her about them she shrugged it off as being nothing. She said I was being dramatic as usual. She even asserted that those items were second hand items she bought at a nearby market at a cheap price in Korokocho town. There were also some days she would ask me not to visit her at her house. If I happened to pass by her house on days like these, I would find one expensive car or another parked in front of her house. It would be a Mercedes Benz today and a Prado or a Convertible the next day. I would even find tickets to America, Hawaii and the Philippines starched somewhere in her drawers some days. I never asked her about these though, afraid of opening up old wounds, because I thought they memoirs from her numerous travels with her parents and siblings abroad before the aforementioned passed on. Yes. Claires parents had been rich. Stinking rich. But their untimely death ruined everything. They had borrowed a loan from the bank a week prior to their passing on. Word has it that it was a large amount; something close to a hundred million. So, the bank had to auction everything they had and drain all their bank accounts to repay the debt they owned to the bank.