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Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 4

February 26th, 2019. 8:25PM

Day 4 of 35

I woke up missing Ellen, I wasn’t allowed any visitors until my thirty five days with Yande were over. I didn’t want to see him but I wanted to talk to someone without being judged and I knew he was the best person to talk to.

I walked into the room and found him seated comfortably like always. He was wearing a jacket today and I couldn’t help but laugh.

‘What’s funny?’ He asked not even looking at me

‘The jacket.’ I said going to sit in my corner

‘I dont have the whole day, I would like that we pick up from where we left.’ He said

‘Okay.’ I said hinting that he was not in a good mood today


I woke up early the next morning and surprisingly Mwewa was already up, he had complained to me earlier about how he didn’t want to go for this tournament and how much it was wasting his time but to my surprise he was already preparing himself.

I didn’t want to start bombarding him with questions, I would let him talk if there was anything to talk about.

He came out of the shower whistling, that was so unlike him because mostly mornings for him were sore.

‘Good morning babe.’ I said

‘Good morning.’ He responded

No babe, no hun, no love. Just good morning.That was strike three.

I turned to look at his phone which was now ringing, he was applying lotion and so he put it on speaker. He usually did that.

‘Good morning Mr. Musonda.’ The voice on the other end of the line said

It was a lady, usually I didn’t mind because he was managing alot of people but with the way he was behaving it made me have doubts.

‘Good morning.’ He said in his formal voice

‘Sir, the President of the Golf Club will be touring the stands.’

‘And you called me because?’ He asked

I didn’t want to hear the rest of the conversation, so I went into the bathroom to take a bath. By the time I was done Mwewa had already left.


Yande was looking at me intently as if trying to read my mind, but I wasn’t giving him the satisfaction. My face was void of any emotions, retelling my story made me think that maybe I would feel the same emotions I once did when I was going through it but I was numb of any emotions. Its like I was looking at it from a third party perspective and the look on Yande’s face told me everything – he was living my story.

‘Please go on.’ He said

‘A woman has a sixth sense, I called it my instincts. I didn’t have to be a rocket scientist to know that my husband was doing something that he didnt want me to find out. It could have been anything; work, pressure from his friends or just his emotions.’

‘Or man cave.’ Yande added

‘Nonsense.’ I said

‘But that was not reason enough for him to start acting the way he was, we had gone through alot and if anything I was supposed to be his confidant.’ I said pausing trying not to think of the days that followed after that ordeal

‘I let it go, maybe that was my mistake Yande. Maybe I should have screamed from the beginning. Maybe I should have yelled from the start, told him I wasn’t going to tolerate any nonsense.’

‘Why didnt you?’

I laughed

‘I was raised better, to know which battles to fight and which to let go. Mwewa was a grown up man who I thought was going to come around.’

‘Did he?’ He asked not even looking at me


After dressing up, I checked on Ellen then the house help. Told her I would be a bit late because I had class later in the day.

I went to work and went on about my business, Mwewa didn’t call me when he had gotten to work so I just decided to text him.

The day was pretty busy that without realizing it, it was already 4pm. I had missed my lunch too. The term was coming to an end and so they were so many things to put in place.

I knocked off at 4:30PM and went straight to school, it was only then that I realised I had not talked to Mwewa the whole day and he had not responded to my text. I was going to call him but I didn’t trust anything that was going to come out of my mouth so I decided I would bring it up when I got home.

I was only getting home after 8PM, the lecturer had taken longer than usual and my body was already giving up on me. But this is the life I chose and there was nothing much I could do about it.

I checked on Ellen who was sleeping then the house help, she was in the bathroom washing.

‘Good evening ma’am.’ She greeted

‘Good evening.’

‘How was work?’

‘Fine thank you, but why are you washing this late?’

‘I want to scrub the tiles tomorrow so I decided to wash in advance.’

‘Oh okay.’

‘Has bashi Ellen had his supper?’

‘He is not yet here.’

I looked at my watch just to make sure I had heard her right.

‘Okay.’ I said and walked to the bedroom

I was trying so hard to stay calm, to not think of the many reasons he could be out late without saying anything to me.

I took a bath then went to the kitchen to get some food, I was starving and I wasn’t going to allow my husband’s behavior to ruin my appetite.

It was only after I was done that I heard the door open, the time was 11pm.

‘Mwabombeni mukwai?’ He asked shocked to see me there

‘Incito yaciba Shani lelo?’ He added before I could respond

‘Eyamukwai, ngaimwe mwacibomba Shani?’

‘Bwino.’

‘Should I set the table now or maybe you want to bath first?’

‘Let me bath first.’

I watched as he walked away, I waited for the explanation of why he came home late that night but it never did. He stayed back in the living room after having his food, said he wanted to catch up on some games he had missed but the better part of me knew that wasn’t why. I didnt know who he had met but I knew there was someone, I didnt need more signs. I had known him for a very long time not to know.


‘Dont you think you should have asked him?’ Yande asked

‘Asked him what exactly? Whether he was cheating on me?’

‘Yes.’

I looked at him as if he was absurd

‘And you think he would have accepted. That he was cheating on me?’

‘What happened next?’

‘He continued to behave like that until the tournament was over.’

‘Is that when it all ended?’

I chuckled

‘Would I be here right now? It was just the beginning of the end.’ I said standing up and dusting my pants before the officer came and took me away


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