By 'The bitter husband'
I feel useless as I walk down the road to my one
roomed house in Highfields Harare as I admire every Jack and Jill driving these
so called Ex-Japs. As I draw closer to the entrance, the thought of me knowing
that my wife is going out with four men and I can’t do anything about it drives
me crazy.
It all started after the end of the money burning
era when I used to live like the Mayor of Harare while every soul, great and
small seemed to salute my shadow and kiss my feet. We were the people who knew
where one could get mealie-meal and where the next fuel coupon could be
obtained and sold.
Here I am so wretched and useless. My only daughter
who used to welcome me home with a deafening scream has since ceased to
recognize me as a dad and worse for the mother who never stops yelling at me
even in front of my friends and relatives.
Men#1: My landlord
Two months ago my landlord threatened me with an
eviction order after I had failed to pay my rental for two consecutive months
but I got suspicious when a week later my wife came with good news of the
landlord having scrapped the arrears and slashed the rental by half and even
asked our daughter to join his two daughters in their bedrooms. Consequently,
my wife got a job at one of the landlord’s fast food outlets and she now comes
from work at midnight and I am no longer allowed any conjugal rights as she is
always tired.
Men #2: Victor the old friend from her
rural home.
We have been in Harare since our marriage and our
daughter is now seven and surprisingly this Guy I have known for years now was
only last week introduced to me as a “hommie” (one who comes from the same
rural home as her). The ordeal struck me in that from the day these formal
introductions were made, Victor has started replenishing our refrigerator with
the goodies and he is now a regular at my place and it has become common that
my wife and victor watch television together until late. It was on this stupid
day while I was at Takashinga Cricket club for a few beers with Victor that the
bartender spilled the beans resulting in me becoming aware of the issue that
Victor had shares and interests in my wife.
Men#3: The caring workmate
Mai Saru often knocks off from work late and
fortunately there is a bachelor by the name Brian who at first seemed like an
angel to the family. He would collect both Saru and my wife in the morning and
after dropping Saru at the Pre-School would continue to work as he is my wife’s
work mate and stays along the close. It was one day when I had escorted my
uncle and was coming from the other side when I noticed Brian’s vehicle parked
by the corner side without any people inside. I just continued with my journey
and just after finishing the close corner, I was shocked to find my wife
twisted around Brian, I stood still as breathing profusely but alas I cannot do
anything about it since I cannot be able to replace the food on the table if I
open my mouth about Brian.
Men#4: The understanding Bishop Noah
With all the time now at my disposal and life slowly
getting back to normal in our home I decided to seek spiritual remedy from the
man of cloth Bishop Noah. Their ministry was said to be the trending
revelations for man in bondage and as for me my wife wars proved to be chains
that I felt needed a pastor to break them through miraculous interventions. One
day I decided to invite our Bishop the weekend I knew Mai Saru would be at home
relaxing. I wanted this pastor to pray for the miracle love light to shine in
our home. Only my wife was invited to a series of special all night prayers.
One day I just thought let me visit the church building and to my surprise no
one was at church and my wife’s phone was on voice mail. It started to dawn on
me that the bishop had taken the only remaining shares I was left with.
Now here I am married only on paper with all my
monthly bills being settled by my landlord, my beer drinking sprees
maintained by Victor our hommie, my revived appetites for exotic foods well
handled by Brian and lastly all our spiritual issues prayed for by Bishop Noah.
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