18/09/2021
Hello Friends,
Kindly find below Chapter 1 of my third book, "Queen of Mayhem". I hope you enjoy it. It's been tough mentally to share my work because I was at a stage where I was starting to doubt myself...but we are back. 🥰
If you have ordered a hard copy, thank you for your patience. It will be delivered soon 😍.
“Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth” -Oscar Wilde
Chapter 1
"That dreadful song, “Bohemian Rhapsody” has been playing in the background on repeat for what seems like forever. I just might be the only person on the planet who hates that song. I don’t even know why or how I know every lyric to that damn song. Perhaps the frequent trips to exotic locations where I met and made friends with hippies, sipping on cocktails and dancing my life away in my earlier years had something to do with it.
It’s been a few hectic years since I was that person. Tonight, I am just at my house, sitting on the stairs, the fourth one of eight to be precise and I am swinging straight from a tequila bottle, nothing out of the ordinary really. Those who know me say that I am borderline alcoholic and that I have never been couth.
Tonight however, I am extremely high and beyond intoxicated. It is highly likely that the empty box of prescription sleeping pills next to me contributed to the state I am in. I have experienced many nights that were a bit similar to tonight. I am addicted to sleeping pills because I suffer from terrible bouts of insomnia but the air tonight is different.
I feel numb like I am having an out of body experience. I am pretty sure I have been sitting on the stairs for more than 4 hours. I can’t move, I don’t’ even want to. I want tonight to disappear.
A few hours ago, I tried my best to think of good memories to get me out of my dark place. I tried to think of the ocean because it always has a calming effect over me but I couldn’t even picture the right colours of the ocean.
My mind keeps drifting to the time a poacher killed my then best friend Keletso in front of me. Her passing was many moons ago when I was still a fearless undercover journalist who thrived on working on “unauthorized” missions with the Anti-Poaching unit from the Republic’s Defence Force.
Flash forward to my current state, I am failing to explain what I am doing up at 3am with a whole bottle of Tequila and empty packet of sleeping pills (apparently that’s what killed the legendary Michael Jackson).
I am wearing my wedding dress for the second time. The first time I wore it, I looked and felt regal. I had never felt so beautiful and appreciated as I did on that fateful day. Pardon me for the cliché but the first day I wore that dress was simply one of the best days of my life.
On this particular night though, the once beautiful dress was covered in blood stains and it bought about a feeling of deep sadness. There is a gun next to me and it has a silencer on, I will explain my experience with guns later.
“Mama just killed a man”
There is that song again. I can feel the mixture of pills and Tequila starting to work on me but my eyes are now focused on the object lying face down in a pool of blood downstairs.
There is so much blood everywhere, on the stairs, the floor, and on my freaking wedding dress. I despise cleaning so now I am thinking about how long it would take for someone to clean the cream-white carpet and yellow walls.
In case you are wondering, my name is Reneilwe Madome. I am 28 years old and the man lying on the floor in a pool of his own blood was my husband of 2 years. I never thought I would be capable of murder but I am not in denial as to how I got to this point.
When I was young and impressionable, I held the belief that no one deserves to die at the hands of another but don’t judge me until you read my story.
I have never taken a life before and I never thought that would be a part of my journey. Trust me I have seen and written horrid stories about what human beings are capable of.
Anyone who knows me would describe me as a bit passive, sweet and an overall good human being. Perhaps there was a side of me they never got to experience. I kept a lot of things to myself even though my work exposed me to the public. I learnt that trick from my childhood. I guess one could say I wore my mask well.
After an intoxicated assessment of the situation I am in, I reach the conclusion that I have two options , one is to make a quick phone call and make the situation disappear or be strong enough to face the music and tell the world my side of the story.........
