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15th January 2016
I want to see you again.
I have seen you in two days.
I miss you.
Please let me see you
Mable Kalunga you are an amazing woman.
I want to hold you.
I want to kiss you.
Just like I did two days ago.
I am guilty.
I’m a bad wife. What the hell will I do now? I pick up the glass of red wine in front of me, sipping the liquid as fast as my throat can take it. What do I do? See him? Or ignore him? This is so wrong. I shouldn’t be doing this. When does this all end?
I am so guilty. I’m so guilty I changed Isaac’s name to Estelle. Estelle! Of all names. Estelle. Why not Mary or Malita. Gosh I’m horrible at choosing names but does it matter what I call Isaac at the end of the day. It’s for a good reason anyway.
I’m afraid Isaac will call one day and Chinyama will be around to pick up the call and realise what’s going on. I am not ready for that truth. I don’t want to see Isaac again. That’s a lie I think. I do want to see him again. I want to do more than see him. And that’s what scares me the most – the need to see him again.
To feel his lips on mine.
To hear him laugh.
To… To… To…
He has me imagining him everywhere. I’m so guilty I’m afraid of looking at Chinyama, afraid that he will see that I’m a cheater even though I doubt Chinyama will see the truth. He doesn’t care enough. I doubt he cares about what I’m going through. Doubt he cares about how I feel after the Cynthia mess. No. This is not how my life was supposed to go. It was supposed to be perfect. Almost perfect.
When all this… If all this is revealed then I’ll be called the bad wife. I’ll be the wrong party for wanting to act like my husband. I will be the ungrateful wife for having everything. No one will be on my side. The worst part about all this is I’m already a bad wife for wishing Chinyama would act like Isaac.
I shouldn’t think about this. I should just forget Isaac exist, block his number and never see him again. That’s the safest way out for me. Go back to my life and be the perfect wife again. The perfect mother. It’s not like I have any other choice. I look at my phone; reading Isaac’s message again. I want to see him again too. I want to feel his hands on my body. I wish times were different then maybe I could do what I want to do. Maybe if I had met him in a different time. Just maybe…
My phone rings and jolts me back to reality.
“It’s only a phone call Mable.” I tell myself. “Breathe.”
Chinyama’s name flashes on the screen. I feel the heavy weight of the guilt then. I hate being this woman. The unhappy housewife. The lying housewife. The unfair housewife. It’s not right. What am I supposed to say to him? How am I supposed to pretend? I don’t think I can do it right now. Why is he calling? Why can’t he let me enjoy my glass of wine alone. Not now Chinyama.
I watch the phone ring. I do not pick up. I don’t want to talk to him. I know Chinyama is trying to make the effort with our marriage and communication. He’s trying at least. Better than nothing. Better than him going to Cynthia right? Chinyama and I are talking again. Baby steps. Our connection and communication is definitely better than before. I’m still upset and hurt about him lying to me about Cynthia but he’s still my husband and I need to talk to him for the sake of our children. They are our bond. Gosh because of the guilt; that’s the honest truth.
I’m talking to Chinyama again because I’m guilty of what I’ve done with Isaac. Who kisses another man who is not their husband. Who sleeps with their partner and yet wishes it was another. Me. I, Mable Kalunga did that, open my heart to one man, give up my love for another, sleep with one and imagine the other in my arms. But what am I supposed to do? I am still a married woman. I still have a man who comes home to me every night, eats my food, kisses our children goodnight and sleeps in our bed.
Chinyama will kill me. He’ll leave me if he finds out the truth. I’m such a mess. I gulp what’s left of my wine and gesture for a waiter. I deserve this. With my guilt building up, I couldn’t stay home a minute longer so I left the children with the maid. For some air I guess. Then I told the ladies about my plan and somehow it became their plan. And now I’m waiting for the ladies to show up for dinner and drinks at The Hideaway. I took the liberty of going to The Hideaway earlier than the time we were supposed to meet. I’ve been here for close to an hour waiting for the ladies. I know they will arrive soon and maybe they can help me.
My phone rings again.
Tried to call you.
Where are you?
Out for dinner with the ladies
Oh. Okay. Isn’t that too random.
You didn’t tell me you were heading out.
I’m sorry. You’re right. Totally random.
Did you have something else in mind?
I thought you and I could stay in. Have dinner with the kids.
Have a bottle of something.
I’m sorry. You should have told me.
I wanted it to be a surprise I guess.
I guess I thought you and I were in a good place after what happened that night.
I can come home right now
I can cancel this and come home.
It’s okay. You stay with your ladies.
Say hi to them for me.
Hope you enjoy yourselves
We always do.
Are you driving?
Is it safe for you to drive?
I’m not driving. I am sure one of the ladies will drop me off at home.
The ladies and I have much to catch up on. Plenty wine too.
Will you be home late?
I doubt it though.
Just dinner and drinks.
That’s the plan.
Is this a test? Is he jealous that I’m out with the ladies and not him? He is very funny. He knows I don’t club. He knows I hate the noise and crowds of people. And besides clubbing is not my thing, never has been. Effects of getting married too young I guess. Never really appreciated the night life as much because I was being the perfect wife.
You know me. A bore to the end.
Besides I am not dressed for it either.
What you wearing?
Really. Is this his way of making conversation? I’m not in the mood for his chit chat. Maybe this is why he’s still cheating on me. His hule* is busy impressing with sex chats and what are you wearing messages while I’m busy popping kids and getting stretch marks with no possibility of fun. Maybe I should indulge him. If this was Isaac asking me I would have lied. I would have told him that I’m in a yellow dress and blue suede heels. But it’s Chinyama. He doesn’t care.
You know me.
Simple is best.
I’m in a white dress.
Just a white dress. That’s the honest truth. Why be descriptive with Chinyama when he doesn’t care. Why tell him the dress is strapless? Why tell him it’s short and makes my legs look long. Why tell him I’m in silver heels that make my legs glow. I look amazing and I know it. Maybe I should send him a selfie to show him what he’s missing. I click on the camera and look at the mirror version of myself reflecting on the phone. My make up look is amazing. Not a sweat on my face. Clean. My red lips bend into a smile. I take a few pictures – showing off my bosom wrapped up in the heart shaped dress. I send the pictures to him. We shall see what he has to say. He does not respond even when I see he’s read the message already. Not surprised.
“Oh well at least I tried.” I tell myself. “Not doing that again.”
My phone rings.
Are you ever going to respond to me?
Are you punishing me?
I smile and type a message.
So I’m out with the ladies and I thought I should show you these.
I send the pictures. All of them. I bite my lip waiting.
You’re showing off
You’re a beautiful woman
So you’re out.
You don’t want to see me? I promise I’ll be a gentleman
I can drive over
No. It’s girls time.
I’ll let you know when I’m free
Maybe I’ll come to you.
Okay. If you say so
Sounds like a plan
What will happen if Chinyama finds out the truth. That I am entertaining another man who is not him. Oh my. I can’t bear to think of it. He will use that as basis to divorce me and marry that Cynthia hule. What am I doing to my family? I should not see Isaac. I should stay away from him.
My phone rings.
Anyway I’ll be home late
Don’t stay up for me
Ha! Typical of him. On a Friday? Working late. More like seeing my mistress after work and I’ll be home late after I make her cum over and over again. I won’t lie but the thought of him being with her hurts. It breaks my heart to know I’m still sharing my husband. Of course Chinyama has neither confirmed nor denied it probably because I have not given him the chance to explain himself. I’m not hearing it. Not letting him lie to me again. No. I don’t even know why I felt guilty minutes ago. Chinyama is still cheating on me. Has been for years. He should have to go through his own medicine to feel how I feel. I don’t care. I place my phone on the table and turn around looking at the people around the restaurant. The ladies will be here soon. They will help me. They will give the advice I need to fix my problems. I pick up my phone and it lights up.
I swear you’re a beautiful woman
And what I would do to you if you were with me right now…
The Hideaway is sort of crowded as I walk in at nineteen on the dot. The jazz feel of the restaurant creates an illusion of music long lost forgotten vibes that brings people from all sorts of life together. I instantly notice Mable sitting alone at a table smiling at something on her phone.
Any man would think she was single sitting alone at a table with a glass of red wine in front of her; besides that she looks amazing, her skin is glowing, her hairdo looks great, she looks radiant. Chinyama must be doing some really nice things if she’s this happy taking into account the last time we talked she had found his mistress at his office. She’s taking it better than I expected. I walk up to the table while looking around. Friday night always has this place packed. I’m certain by twenty-one it will be busy. I’m all for the fun tonight.
Dealing with a cranky Sangu is not part of my plans tonight. Sangu has been in a mood since his mother got sick two nights ago. The man had been off, acting weird as if death is on his mother’s doorstep. I understand how he feels, I’m usually the same whenever my mother is sick, stressed and worried till she feels better. I get it and I know it must be serious because he has been coming home later than usual in the past two nights, driving over to see his mother after work.
And the worst part about all this happens afterwards.
Whenever he comes home he has a mood which I just can’t seem to get him out of. Not even love making changes him. It’s like he’s gone off. The worry must be eating him up even though he says she’s perfectly fine. In the morning I had suggested I visit her over the weekend but he told me no. He said she didn’t want people fussing over her and treating her like a baby – as if I ever would. Sangu told me he would tell me if it got worse. And nothing. No calls. No messages. Just silence.
Seeing that he will be home late again, then I’ll be with my ladies till I drop. Mable looks up when I reach the table and judging from the smile on her face I can tell whoever she was chatting with on her phone made her smile. Chinyama must be acting nice. Obviously they sorted out the mistress mess and made up. Mable gets up from her seat, my eyes widening as I look at her thigh length white dress. This is definitely new. She hugs me and kisses my cheeks before we sit down.
“You’re late.” She says.
“You’re early. How long have you been here?”
“An hour plus.”
“Wow. Why so early?”
A waiter comes over to our table and I order a glass of white wine as a starter.
“The kids were making noise. I just had to leave the house. I just needed air. Space I guess.”
Mable bites her lip and shakes her head then gives me a smile. Something is wrong.
“Is everything okay?” I ask her. “You can tell me. Is it Chinyama?”
She waves her hand as if to dismiss her issues. She was smiling happily when I walked in. Now she has issues? Something must be up.
“Oh the ladies are here.” She says.
A smile comes up on her face again. Her issues forgotten. I turn and notice Thandiwe, Yolanda and Sonia walking towards us. Hugs and kisses later we are all sitting around the table ordering for more drinks. We are together again, and for the first time this week I relax. It’s only with them that I can be myself: open and free.
“Gosh I’ve missed you guys.” Yolanda says. “I feel like it’s been weeks since I last saw you guys.”
“It’s been a week.” Mable responds
“I know that.” Yolanda smirks.
“We missed you too hun.” Thandiwe laughs.
“Knowing you Yoli you obviously have story for us.” Mable says happily.
“Of course. Obviously. Jeez.” She responds.
“Well tell us wei. I want to hear it all.” Mable claps.
“And you will. In time.” Yolanda laughs. “Don’t get your panties wet. Calm down.”
“Well I’m bored and you guys have all the fun.” Mable smiles.
“I promise I’ll tell you, but first things first.” Yolanda says.
Yolanda looks at me, a perfectly arched eyebrow raised.
“What?” I ask.
“Sampa you still haven’t told us how Sangu came back.” She says.
Women and men drama. It’s like we live off it. Is Sangu important right now? Why can’t we ignore him for a little bit and let me enjoy my wine. Men.
“How can you not tell us how you two got back. Not that I didn’t believe you would, I mean Sangu loves you to bits.” Yolanda says.
“Are you sure I haven’t told eveyone?” I ask. “Really?”
“No. You owe us the nitty gritty detailed story about it madam. Ala.” Yolanda says
“Spill it.” Thandiwe adds.
I laugh and sigh.
“Well the man missed me and he came back. That’s it.” I respond. “Simple as that.”
“Liar. You are not telling us the best parts.” Yolanda says
“What best parts?”
“Did he beg? Any makeup sex? Tell us everything.” Yolanda laughs. “Don’t judge me.”
“Okay. Well he was scared.” I tell them.
“Uh huh… Scared of what?” Thandiwe asks.
I look at Sonia. She gives me a reassuring smile. She already knows what happened. I had no time to tell the others what really happened with Sangu and now I need to reopen old wounds again. Sonia is the only I told about everything, her smile is reassuring. She’s with me every step of the way.
“Well Sangu wants kids. In the future.” I tell them.
The ladies look at me silent. They know what happened to me. They understand my situation. They have each helped me get through it in their own way and I’m a better woman for it. Another woman would have crumbled into dust with such a burden on her shoulders but for me my girls are here to save me.
“Well that’s something. Complicated.” Yolanda says slowly. “Very complicated. So he’s laying this on you now?”
“But I thought you two discussed this already.” Mable responds.
“We did.” I tell her. “But you know how discussing things does not mean it’s sorted forever.”
“Uh but he knew the risks when he entered this relationship with you. Girl you’ve been together for so many years.” Mable responds. “That’s playing.”
“But Mable who is ever ready to have no kids?” I ask.
“But he knew this already.” Yolanda argues. “I mean he knew this. Its not like you kept it a secret. What’s the issue now?”
“Exactly.” Mable agrees.
I shake my head and shrug.
“His mother says he should have kids one day and with me chances are he might never have them.” I respond. “I understand where he’s coming from. It’s a hard decision to make and live with.”
“Adoption?” Thandiwe asks.
“Wait… Hold that thought. You did say his mother right?” Mable asks. “She knows?”
“Yep.” I respond.
“How the hell did she find out?” Mable asks.
“He told her? Even worse his ex girlfriend knows too. Apparently she’s the perfect woman for him.”
“And who said that?” Mable asks
“Well his mother still talks to her. She knows I’m around but she still feels his ex is better.” I tell them.
“That just sucks. Major. Wow.” Yolanda responds.
“But he’s back. That’s what matters right. He’s with me.” I tell her.
“Sampa… Honey, that man is putting you through too much…” Mable says.
“He’s sorry. He’s back. I love him.”
“But what are you going to do?” Yolanda asks. “What if it happens again?”
“He assured me it won’t. He said he loves me and he just needed time to think.” I respond.
“And he’s thought it through?” Mable asks surprised. “Didn’t he think it through before.”
“He’s decided now I guess. Besides he has been so nice of late. And I kinda don’t blame them to be honest. If it was my son I’m sure I’d react the same way.”
“You would?” Mable asks surprised
“Maybe.” I tell her. “I wish I could talk to her. And maybe I will one day. Sangu is her baby so I get it.”
“Then talk to her. Get it off your chest. Beat her too.” Yolanda adds.
“Yolanda… So violent. Sangu’s mother has been sick for the past two days. So I’m like letting this issue go for now. Sangu doesn’t need any more drama for now.”
“Awww that’s sad love. Hope she gets well soon.” Sonia responds. “I’m sure he’s worried about her.”
“He is. Very actually. I’m worried it’s serious you know. He comes home late and all. And I wanted to visit her but Sangu said she’s doing much better.” I respond. “So I don’t know.”
Mable rolls her eyes as she picks up her glass of wine. I know what she’s thinking. Sangu is untrustworthy. I choose to believe him. He’s a good man and I won’t let anyone change that. Everything will be alright between us. I just know it. Sonia pats my back and I smile at her.
“Men get cold feet right? It happens right?” I ask. “Cold feet it normal right?”
“Yes.” Sonia responds. “Don’t stress yourself love. Sangu is still with you. Still loves you. Forget what his mother told him. You’ll be fine.”
“True. At least he came back to you. That’s a bonus for you.” Thandiwe adds. “Relationships at hard. This will be a story one day.”
“Exactly.” Sonia smiles. “It will be all right.”
“You know I’m not the one going through the worst mother problems around this table. Sonia. How’s it going with the in-laws?” I ask.
Gosh. Sampa is right. I am going through worse. My future mother in law hates me. Doesn’t like me? I don’t know which word to use. And Ian? Well he’s none the wiser about it. He seems to think she needs more time to accept everything. As if my being black and older will change with time. I don’t think he will ever be able to see the truth. Then again she’s his mother. What did I expect? In as much as we are fine as a couple, the elephant in the room being his mother is making me apprehensive of the future. What will happens to us? Will we break up? Or will we still forge ahead even if she says no. So complicated that thinking about it hurts.
“My mother in law still hates me.” I tell the ladies.
Thandiwe giggles. Yolanda slaps her hand on the table. Mable looks at me, eyebrows raised.
“She still hates you? Are you playing with me?” Mable asks.
“Well I am still black. And older.” I respond.
Thandiwe giggles again.
“I’m sorry for laughing Sonia. I really am. But she hates you because you’re black and older? Ninshi she didn’t know you were black and aging? Thandiwe asks. “What the hell has your future husband been telling his family about you?”
“I don’t know. Ian is becoming a mystery these days.”
“How so?” Sampa asks.
“I feel as if I don’t really know him.” I respond.
There… I said it. After his insult two nights ago I don’t know what to make of Ian and his attitude. Ian is becoming a stranger to me right before my very eyes. I don’t know what to do or how to fix it. I can’t put my finger on it but I feel something is not right. Or maybe I’m looking for problems where there are none.
“You two have been arguing?” Sampa asks.
“Whatever.” I respond.
“So wait, Ian’s mother has seen you’re truly black and you’re gonna have black babies with afro hair and she’s freaking out?” Mable asks.
“I seriously have no idea. I don’t know if Ian showed her the black version of me or the light one.” I respond.
They all look at me and we laugh. It was meant to be a joke. To make the situation bearable.
“Look…”I start. “I’ve met her twice and she’s made it clear Ian is too young to marry me. I’m too old. I’m too dark too.” I continue.
“What’s Ian saying about this?” Sampa asks
“He says she just needs time too accept things.” I tell her. “You know. To accept. Or maybe she’s drunk. Or she’s lashing out because I’m taking her son.”
“That’s alot of excuses.” Mable responds.
“Accept?” Yolanda asks. “Accept what exactly?”
“That I am who I am. Black with a touch of afro and older than her white son.”
“Damn. That hurt.” Yolanda says.
“I don’t know how to feel about this.” I say. “To be honest I was geared to break up with him. I don’t know how he can’t see her words are hurting me.”
“Well it is his mother.” Thandiwe responds. “Mama’s boy obviously.”
I nod my head.
“I don’t know what to do.” I sigh.
“Pesha her also.” Mable says happily. “Show her you’re not leaving him and she can cry if she wants. Jeez will she be sleeping with him?”
“You’re brutal Mable. Ala. It’s her future mother in law.” Yolanda responds. “Don’t listen to this one Sonia.”
“Fine. Be nice to her till she loves you. After all you’re nice like that.” Mable tells me. “If she ever decides to love you.”
“I think you should wait it out.” Thandiwe suggests. “Mothers in law are tricky. Just wait it out. It will be okay.”
“True. Besides there is nothing else you can do. You just have to love her either way. You’ll see it will be fine.” Sampa adds.
“You guys are awesome. But she’s the devil. There is no waiting this out.”
“You’re being negative.” Sampa says. “Ian loves you. You’re an amazing woman. You deserve to be happy. And it will come.”
I wish I can be as positive as the ladies but after meeting Ian’s mother twice this week, I don’t think meeting her again will solve anything. At the rate she’s going she might get her wish. I might leave Ian. Seems like the best option. I don’t think I’m meant to deal with such issues. I am too old for this.
“It will be okay.” Thandiwe says. “You’ll see.”
Thandiwe pats my back and I smile at her. She smiles back. She seems much better than the last time I saw her. As always she looks beautiful with her usual long signature blond peruvian hair in a loose braid falling over shoulder and her always in line makeup. I don’t know how she does it. I can barely get my makeup sessions right without getting to work late and she does it every day with flying colours.
I watch her laugh at something Mable says. She does seem happier. She has a glow. Pregnancy glow I guess. I can’t believe she’s going to be a mother. She does not seem the type with her high maintenance spending. I don’t even know how she’s managed to be a wife for this long. Thandiwe is a diva. How did she get James’s parents to love and accept her as she is? She has it so easy. The beauty; the money; a man who would probably hold a grenade for her; a doting mother; in laws who cherish her. She has it all.
As if she can read my thoughts Thandiwe leans in and kisses my cheek. She’s the sweetest little human I know. She deserves it all. She didn’t have it easy but she deserves the happiness she has today.
“Thank you.” I tell her.
“Thandiwe I thought you would be travelling with le hubby.” Mable says from across the table.
“I know.” I start. “But changed plans. Morning sickness got in the way. So we will go another time. Plus mama is around. So yeah, I am stuck here drinking leaves.”
“Your mother is here? Okay. How come?” Sampa asks.
“James invited her. To take care of me.” I tell her. “He’s so worried about me and the baby.”
“Awww first pregnancy things.” Mable responds. “The best one ever.”
“Ha!!!” I shout. “It’s easy for him. It’s hard for me. Oh my gosh how did you ever manage this?”
“Pregnancy not agreeing with you love?” Mable asks.
“Morning sickness actually. I seriously think it’s the worst. And to think you got pregnant twice. I’m over two months and I want out.” Thandiwe says
“It gets better with time. Don’t stress.” Mable tells me “You’re just starting out. When you’re four months it should subside.”
“Yes. For me anyway it was like that. But overall how’s everything? You feeling better? Marriage wise. Baby wise?” Mable asks. “Last time you were about to go through a break down.”
I nod. It is kinda better. Better in the sense that I got back to the boutique today. Kept my mind off the home front. James tried to convince me to stay home and I said no. He listened thankfully, on condition he drives me to work and back home. I agreed. He’s been nice and caring through out my bed rest and I couldn’t say no to him. All in all I actually enjoyed my day. Away from home even though the morning sickness kept at it.
“I’m okay.” I respond. “I’m good.”
“And James? Is everything good?” Mable asks
“He’s good. We are still together.” I joke. “We are okay. We will be fine.”
“So you’re not feeling the same way you felt days ago?” Yolanda asks
The ladies look at me waiting for my answer.
“It’s hard.” I respond. “It’s me trying. But that’s what it means to be married right? Tolerant and patient right?”
“Exactly. Chinyama and I didn’t have good days everyday. Nope. There were… are… days we go through the worst. I love him and I hate him.”
“You two are weird.” Sonia laughs. “Weird relationship.”
“Well I married the man when I was a teenager wei. That’s why.” Mable laughs.
“So Thandiwe believe me in time you will realise you made the right choice.” Mable says. “And the baby will make it better. Believe me that baby will bring you two together if you know what I mean.”
“What do you mean?” I ask curiously.
“Oh. Wait and see. It will be beautiful. You’ll be amazing parents. Oh my. You. Thandiwe.” Mable sighs. “I’m jealous. I want a baby too.”
I laugh at her. Mable is the most weird one among the group. It’s like she lives in a world of her own sometimes. But I know she’s trying to make me feel better about the situation. I don’t know I can make it better if I am lying to my husband about how I feel. I don’t hate my husband. Far from it. I kinda love him in his own way. Some parts of him.
“I’m so happy for you Thandiwe.” Sampa says.
“Thank you Sampa.”
I feel bad for Sampa. I don’t want a baby and I’m pregnant and she wants to have children one day and chances are she can’t. Just that one thing is affecting her relationship. I really feel bad for Sampa and her situation. Life is so unfair sometimes.
“I need to feel your tummy.” Yolanda says beside me.
“What for?” I ask.
“I just want.” Yolanda laughs.
Her hand touches my tummy through my off the shoulders chitenge top. She feels my still flat stomach. It’s not showing yet. Mama told me in a month or so I would have the perfect round shape. I only thought about the stretch marks I would get from it.
“You’re still flat.” She says.
“In time. She will be so pretty. We have to go shopping for maternity clothes.” Mable says. “It will be fun Thandiwe.”
I smile at her. At least the ladies are happy about the pregnancy. Happier than me. Gosh I don’t even know what I’m supposed to do with the child once he or she shows up. My life will change. No more fun. This baby will make me boring. Make me stay home and simply just feed. Oh my. My life will be destroyed with this baby.
My life is so not perfect.
“Yolanda, you still owe me a story.” Mable smiles.
Mable smirks and I laugh.
“Any news from Mutale?” She asks.
I shake my head as I take the whisky. What is it about this drink that just makes me happy. Gosh Jameson hitting all the right spots tonight. I need to dance tonight. Or maybe get a good bed round out a man. Maybe. Knowing Mr Forty he will be home with le wife tonight. Le boredom. Le stupid. Le trash. I need to find new friends that will enjoy a night on the town.
“Oh wait. He came to see me last weekend.” I tell Mable.
“And? Did he explain?” She asks
“Yea. In my mouth. With a mixture of saliva.” I respond. “Smelling so sexy that he almost had me undressing.”
“Are you serious?” Mable asks shocked. “You slept with him? A whole engaged man?”
“Calm your tits.” I respond. “I didn’t sleep with him. He came over to my house. We made out.”
“With a whole engaged man?” Sampa asks.
“Why?” Thandiwe asks
“I miss him.” I cry. “Okay, I missed him. A lot. You guys I was with him for a while.”
“Less than a year girl.” Mable responds.
“A year.” I retort.
“Ahhhh so that’s your excuse?” Mable asks
“Yes. I’m being honest. I was on one D for a while. And now it’s gone. I almost… Almost… Eish. Without protection too.” I tell her.
“You’re brave neh.” Sonia responds. “Clearly you know there is you and his fiancée.”
“That’s why I didn’t do shit.” I respond. “I kicked him out but it was too late. He got me wanting skilled D now.”
Mable laughs. “Skilled D? You’re crazy. Ala. Instead of mourning, you’re moaning and now you’re looking for skilled D?”
“Looking? Me? Honey that’s for free.” I respond happily.
“Oh my gosh Yoli.” Sampa says. “Why uli so ayi*. You seriously can’t chill?”
“For what? I was sharing a man for months and didn’t know it. Should I cry? I won’t cry for him. I was foolish.” I respond.
“Iwe.” Sampa says. “You need to calm down.”
“Imwe. I seriously want to know who you found this time.” Thandiwe says. “One night stand?”
I smile. I take my whiskey looking at them look at me waiting for the juicy details.
“Well….” I start. “Let’s just say MDs are kinda hot these days.”
They look at me confused. Then Mable screams.
“No. Your boss. Iwe. Nafuti.” Mable says aloud. “Oh my gosh. Didn’t you almost destroy his marriage?”
“No. He almost destroyed his marriage. Then I met Mutale remember. I was done.” I respond.
“Seriously Yoli. Wasn’t there any other man around? You work with your boss. It was bad then it’s still bad now.” Sonia says. “Gosh I can’t even imagine sleeping with my head chef. I’d die in shame. A boss is off limits.”
“Guys it’s just sex. Please calm down. I’m not asking for favours.” I tell them.
They look at me in shock with the exception of Mable who is laughing.
“Are you doing this beacuse of Mutale?” Sonia asks
“Yes and no. Gosh you guys. Mutale hurt me. And maybe I like the MD man. Always have. It’s like going back to what I used to have before. Nothing new.” I respond.
“But he’s married.” Sampa argues
“So. It’s not my marriage. Mutale screwed me over. I’m so over relationships.” I tell her
“You are hurting, but doing this isn’t the way out.” Sampa says.
“I’m better off actually. Look at us facing drama in relationships. I’m free from that.” I say
“I seriously think she deserves it.” Mable says. “You need to play and get Mutale out of your system.”
“See.” I say. “Mable gets it.”
“No. I don’t. But then it makes sense you know. Somehow.” Mable responds.
“Please explain.” Sonia says
“Well she loved Mutale and he’s gone to someone else. Who else will service her?” Mable responds. “I know how you feel. My husband won’t sleep with me unless he reads the calender. And now? He’s still cheating on me with Cynthia.”
“My gosh.” I say. “That mbuzi* again?”
Mable smiles at me. How is she okay and smiling? Oh my. Is she losing it? Or has she already lost it? Why isn’t she screaming? My gosh. Cynthia again. These men are so trash. Wow. I can’t believe he’s cheating again.
“Are you sure?” Sonia asks
“Yes. I met her at his office.” She responds.
Mable lifts her hands and shakes her head.
“Don’t worry I am fine. Cynthia is old news. New news. I don’t care. Seems like Chinyama won’t stop seeing her. I don’t care anymore.” Mable responds.
“But Mable.” Thandiwe starts. “That’s your husband ah. He can’t do this again.”
“He has. He is. I’m seriously not interested in talking about this. But my point is Yoli, do you. Be happy. Wanna sleep with your boss? Then well, do it.” Mable says. “What’s the use of being faithful anymore? I’ve had it up to my neck. My own husband is cheating and I think I’ll do the same to him.”
The awkward silence that follows after is deafening.
“Well that’s unexpected.” I laugh. “But I hear you. I will do me. I will get this skilled D and be happy.”
“Exactly.” Mable smiles. “I’ll definitely toast to that. Let’s get drunk.”
To be continued….
*Hule – Prostitute
*Why Uli so ayi – Why are you like this
*Mbuzi – Goat
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