At 5 a.m. I was out of bed and in one of my best moods. I greeted all the house helps across the hallway down to the stairs because why not! Their saviour is in. I modelled my way down to the hall in my sea blue satin morning robe and white flip-flops. I bet I was looking as sweet as the morning clouds. Not forgetting my bright smile with my white teeth shown to earth and mars.
I felt just right and in the right place with the right purpose. I sauntered into the kitchen. A fair-coloured lady maid was in there, disinfecting the surfaces and humming quietly as though being a little louder could wake the entire household.
“Good morning,” I paused and greeted her cheerily before going to her side.
“Morning madam. You woke up early today”, she returned the smile with confusion written all over her. I nudged her and just faked a yawn.
That took her by surprise. Perhaps she was not expecting me to loosen myself around a maid.
I just winked at her and headed to the cabinets where the coffee and other breakfast were stuffed.
I waited for the coffee to brew. The kitchen went from the little humming to complete silence. I counted three in my mind before turning to ask “my new friend” why she stopped singing.
One, two three… I turned to meet mama standing there instead of the maid. That frightened me a little; I composed myself quickly. There is nothing like witchcraft or Ghost.
“Hi mum, what’s up”, I raised my hand for a high five. She was taken aback.
I persisted, keeping my hands in the same position for some seconds more before she responded.
“Ignoring me would have been quite embarrassing, you know. You can’t possibly do that to your princess”, I added.
She chuckled and rolled her eyes like a dramatic teenager. That got me laughing.
She did not ask about yesterday. She opened the fridge and began sharing with me what she heard on the radio earlier that dawn.
I interrupted from time to time with my opinions and shared small laughs till the prey walked into the den.
“Good morning, mama”
‘Good morning, Velma”
“Morning”, we replied simultaneously.
She was also smiling widely. But not without flashing me a look of disdain as she continued.
“Vee, it seems you woke up all refreshed this morning. especially after the glasses you downed shamelessly yesterday.”
“Oh yeah. I woke up more energetic than days where I drink just water. Maybe my alcohol tolerance was not as bad as I thought”, I smirked.
“And with all you drank and how you were throwing yourself about, are you sure you had good dreams?” Opeibea cut in after which she stole a glance at mum.
Mum just ignored us and continued making her tea and left us to our not-so-necessary morning exchanges.
I slowly replied, “Come to think of it, I indeed had a dream and… (faking the look of someone in deep thought)
She grinned.
“I … I… Yes”, I exclaimed dramatically.
“I saw you in the dream. You were looking so sorry and sobbing”.
“Huh? Are you sure you did not see yourself inste…
“Oh yes, I remember vividly now, I interjected sharply.
“You were the one I saw. Oh poor you. You kept mumbling things like you should have known better and…
I stopped acting and looked behind her with a gracious yet seductive smile.
“Good morning Our husband” .
Opeibea’s facial muscles stiffened.
“Morning dear, how are you?” Tyrone smoothly asked me.
“I’m good and energetic, as you are. I replied coyly”
“That’s good to know”, he winked and turned to leave.
Like that, Opeibea was once again, treated as what she really was: “air”
Akua Karle Okyere
Akua Karle Okyere is a lifestyle blogger at The Vocal Ghanaian and also a PR technician. She enjoys researching on travels and tours and writing fictional stories in her leisure time.