Home Sweet Home

Chapter Two

Amelia POV

The moment I got out of the car, I sped to the house from the small car pack on the side of the road and went to my brother's condo. Legon was the Beverly hills of Ghana. The community was established in 1978. It was inhabited by many rich and affluent people. The east side of the town contained condos and penthouses. The west side contained mansions.

My brother purchased this place a year ago. We used to stay in Tema which was very overcrowded. He moved to this place after his divorce and gave his house in tema to his ex wife, Mariana. Mariana was a gold digger to me. She was a part time hustler. All she wanted was money and all my brother wanted from her was love and kids. They gave birth to one who unfortunately died of leukemia only a year ago. He was only about six. It was hard to watch him take his last breaths in The Ridge Hospital which was found in downtown Accra. He was too young to survive. Just few months after his death I caught Mariana cheating on my brother.

I tried to tell him a number of times but he never believed me. She used to bring the man who I found to be named Cyril when everyone was in their respective work places. One day, I stayed home and recorded a video of them having fun with each other in the master bedroom. How rude. I hid a camera in her room which recorded her activities. I must admit I was really sorry for doing this to him, but she was, excuse my language, a bitch who needed to be put in her place. I don't have to go into details. This is my story not hers.

I entered the password into a device which was placed on the left side of the front door and waited for it to open. I had a week left in this town before I went back to my hometown. As soon as it opened I sped to the stairs and started taking gentle steps to my room which was on the left side of a long corridor. There were about eight to nine rooms in this house. I wasn't sure because I didn't have the time to check. Other rooms included the dining room, the living room and two kitchens. The interior design was a work of art. Designs decorated all the rooms. It had this roman style architecture which was used in mansions. My brother said he wanted to be living like a king in his house and that is how the architecture came about. At the back of the house was a swimming pool and hot tub.

I entered my room. The room I was going to be living in a week. I had less memories in this room because I have been living here for about six months. The room was painted and tiled with a golden color. I asked for it and he gave it to me. He was the only brother I was closest with. He loved me very dearly and I love him very much. The room came with a bathroom and a small room I would like to call my study. There was no doubt my brother was successful. He moved to the Accra when he was about 24 and six years after he is in one of the most richest communities in Ghana. There was a small closet on the right side of the room where I kept the clothes my brother bought me. My other clothes were kept in a suitcase. I hardly ever wore those clothes but I kept them. They were just souvenirs to my life in the village which I loved and cherished. In the middle of the room was a queen sized bed which was very comfy than the bed I slept on when I was a freshman in the university.

I undressed my self and lay on the bed to watch some of my favorite comedy series on a streaming app on the internet. I ended up sleeping when the laptop was still on. Too much to talk about for the best day of my life.

The next day.

I went with my brother to the city of Accra where the publication company was found. It was one of the biggest in West Africa. It was named after the CEO, Gladys Smith who was one of the richest women in Ghana. It came as a shocker how I acquired internship in such a big company. I was feeling anxious once again. Anxious about them allowing me to work from home. I know I might get the opportunity to work from home if I showed them my CV after finishing college. Then again it was a might. There was also a possibility that I might not get the opportunity.