The true Lucy I never knew by Awurama Ng'oma

I watched her all the time, walking down the runway of the “Ultimate walk”. She was in every magazine I read. She was like a goddess in my eyes. Lucy McRoll, that was her name. I loved watching her walk down that runway. She had the perfect body, perfect fashion sense, perfect car, perfect life, she had the perfect everything.

Beyond all that make-up, the fashion and the icon we saw on the outside was an even better person. She was real and I loved that. I admired the fact that she didn’t try to hide her huge appetite as most people in her line of work did.

Everything was fine until she met the so called “love of her life”. She was happy at first or as the saying goes ‘head over heels’ in love with the guy. It was all perfect until that one night in Panama City. She and her boyfriend had had a huge argument which ended in a break-up.

She was terrible after that. She seemed to have lost a sense of herself, as if her ex-boyfriend had stripped away the very unique qualities that made her the “X” factor. She didn’t even walk the same on the runway.

She was so depressed that she couldn’t work her magic on the runway anymore. Frustrated with her lack of performance, the owner’s of “Ultimate Walk” fired her. Her life fell to shambles right n front of her. She had lost everything.

She started drinking and smoking and in the process of it all she lost her appetite. She soon became anorexic and died a little later. At this point she had already become nothing more than a disgrace to me.

Even though towards the end of her life she had become bad; I still felt a sense of empathy for her.
The magazines had brought out the angel in her but then again they had also contributed to her downfall.