Annie was barely twenty-two years of age, blonde and always smiling. She was the only person in the world whom had never
refused me anything, which brought comfort and joy to my life and me think well of my myself. Shortly after we wed, I found employment in a village inSouthAfrica, as a Doctor. We carried out our life together for a while, then decided to hire a domestic chef. After the chef had been with us for two months, Annie no longer seemed herself, even quit her jobfor no reason to stay at home. I then found out through friends, that Anne had been engaging in a sexual
relationship with our chef, but because I loved Annie, I agreed to just carry on with life despite all that had happened. Though one morning, Annie asks to speak to me, and proceeds to enlighten me with the fact that she would be leaving to start a new life with the chef. I felt physically sick that this could happen, even after all I had done to get our relationship back on track. It was no question that whe was of healthy spirit and my love for her did nothing but increase my anger and frustration of the hopeless
situation. I agreed to let her go, but asked the chef to spend his weekends working at my house, as before. He accepted. Annie returned after a couple of weeks, to see me but treated me as 'nothing'. I was the mockery of the village, but I did not give an open account of my situation. I was just satisfied to know that Annie was in good health, but realised she was overcome with an African 'fetish'. The idea came to me while shewas washing herself in the river. So I decided that, very soon I would leave, as I could support this heartbreaking situation no longer. On the day of my departure, I followed Annie to the river and killed her.