I was finished. They almost finished me off. I never thought my enemies would pursue me to this extent. Just what it is I did to them I don’t know. It must be something really bad. But by destroying you they sought to finish me off. I can imagine them laughing and celebrating our downfall. As at yesterday, I was still on a liquid diet. If you were to see me, I am all skin and bones. What was the point in eating?
Without you there is no life. I was determined to starve myself to death, but only the intervention of my friends prevented that from happening. They wanted to take me to hospital. I told them I would be okay. Today, I had my first meal ever since the news broke. I think in a few days time I will be back in shape. But I must tell you, they are keeping me under vigilant watch. Only this week I gathered the courage to switch on the television. Thank goodness the television people have given you a break. We now only hear statements from some people calling you names. Some of the people talking have never run in their lives. Well, there is a talkative one from this part of the world. He has the cheek to call you a cheat. I suspect he made a pass at you and he is still bitter that you turned him down.
I have come to terms with the fact that we are ruined. It is time to pick up the pieces. I think I have mourned long enough. I need to get up and be strong for you. The more I stay in bed the more our enemies celebrate. You must do the same. You must get up and face the world. I mean they only took away the medals and the world records. You still have your looks. You can relax for a while and make a return to the big time as a model. You could write a book and expose the whole plot of how they set you up. The book can be turned into a movie. I mean there are endless opportunities. However, this whole saga has convinced me that you must leave America. I love America. But some Americans are very nasty. They don’t like you. As soon as you are sufficiently recovered you must take the first plane out. As you know there is only one destination. It’s Africa. Africa is home. You must come back home. Here you will find me waiting with love and affection. I must warn you though. The place is hot. But you will get used to it. I am not rich. But I have a roof over my head. We will stay together. As an African, there are lots of relatives staying with me. There are a few siblings, nephews and their cousins.
Some have been brought here to attend school. The rest are here to look for jobs. But ever since they arrived very few of them have gone job hunting. All they do is lounge around and watch television. I will have them out by the time you arrive. In fact, they will flee the moment I tell them you don’t speak the local language. I mean they don’t speak a word of English. The prospect of having to live in the same house as an American will drive them out. We will have a swell time. We will spend all our time indoors. When we venture out it will be to the shops. I will get you a nice African outfit, complete with the head scarf. You know the type worn by the actor Jill Scott. She came here to shoot a movie. All the local men were scared of her.
Eventually she hooked up with a camera man from another country. I know the local men will stay away from you. They are intimidated by women who don’t speak their language. A few of my childhood friends will come over for a visit after many years. But it will be to pick up gossip to feed their partners. With your looks, none of their partners would dare set foot at my place. Local girls think they are beautiful. But with you here, they are going to meet their match. I hope you will come alone. I don’t want your kid here. Every time I see that kid I am reminded of the father. And it is the father who got you in this mess when he was nabbed for using steroids. In fact, I think he gave you away. So the kid will have to remain behind with the grandma. That is what happens here.
When the new man does not like the kid that belongs to a different father, they are handed over to the grandma. I am sure even in America they have grandmothers. With that one taken care off, I want my own child with you. It could be a son or daughter. But I think I want a daughter. I will name her Marion after you. As soon as that kid starts to walk she will undergo serious training. I will see to it that she trains hard. You will also help coach her. The idea is for her to be the fastest sprinter on earth. I want her to be so good she will be better than you. As soon as she is ready we will unleash her on the race track and Marion will be back. She will start running in this part of the world. Then she will compete in Europe. She won’t be allowed to run in America. If the people in America want to see the new Marion in action, then they know what to do. They will have to first apologise to you for lying and calling you a cheat. Next they must apologise to me for conspiring with my enemies. You see, I have it all figured out. I am going to reinstate your honour through our daughter. So hurry up and pack your bags. We have a baby to make!
