Stories By Lovely Rutendo Nzira : Zuva harirege kubuda nekunyura nekuti hausi kufara, kana nekuti you are indecisive about certain things i...
Stories By Lovely Rutendo Nzira: Zuva harirege kubuda nekunyura nekuti hausi kufara, kana nekuti you are indecisive about certain things in your life. Mazuva aitomhanya chaizvo, I never shared with anyone my encounter with Dan’s bitch.
Vana vedu were a joy and a beauty to behold. Rudo rwese rwatakatadza kupanana takarwuisa pavana vedu, vana mbuya vavo vese were even complaining kuti we are spoiling them. Fadzai got a car from daddy vake because she had passed O’ Level, Juniour was driving at 14yrs, aienda nepi iye a imboswera nemahwindi, ndakange ndotokafungira kuti kamunhu aka hakazive mahure ababa here. Nevertheless it was during the holidays that Dan would come home every day and even sleep till sunrise so our kids never noticed our marital downfall. The sleeping in separate rooms is actually deemed healthy, ask Google hahaha, and the kids would happily share rooms with us too. That was my marriage.
At the restaurant, work was great. I had a good loyal team vaiziva zvavaiita. You know Mwari vakarongeka, kikikikiki, vakaona kuti kumba kwangu kwaive nemhirizhonga vakati let me cover for you kuBusiness, it was smooth sailing at my workplace, vanhu kunge marobots, well timetabled and to the point. Taiita nyaya nevashandi vangu tichiseka, ndaivaziva vese private life yavo, (asi yemurume wangu ndaisaziva) ndaive auntie vavo pachokwadi, ndichivapa advice dzaivabatsira in their relationships, though zvangu ndaitadza kugadzirisa. We were a happy family at Stedan Restaurant.
One weekend ndakange ndakatsamwa, ndakasvika pamba Dan akapaka mota at the gate mune kamusikana again! Takasangana ave kutobuda mumba hameno zvaange auya kuzotora, I did not even have the energy to ask or fight, not kuti ndaimutya or feared violence, but mweya wangu wange waneta kurwira murume. I watched them drive away moyo uchipisa nehasha. I failed to go to the restaurant mangwana acho yaive Saturday, ndakaenda kuLake Chivero to recharge, I was alone and I needed to be alone, listening to soul music, it was soothing. I knew l did not love Dan anymore but I needed to save my marriage. Nyika yese, our families, vana vedu vaifanira kuona kuti am Mrs Stella Mukono, mukadzi waDaniel Mukono. Ndakange ndisingazomuregera disrespecting me like that with these small small college girls.
So at Lake Chivero I had my me-time on how to save this fucked up marriage. Then I heard a knock pawindow remota, there was a fine gent, in his early forties, I opened ndikabuda;
“Mai Mukono, maswera sei, ko hamusi kubasa nhasi….?” Ah munhu ari kundizivaka uyu,
“Ndinonzi Chitiyo Tinotenda, customer yenyu kuRestaurant… call me Tino.” akazodaro aona confusion yaive pameso pangu. Hoo ah, I apologized nekutadza kumuziva kwandakaita.
“Handimbonyanya kuziva macustomers angu, you know, I am always behind the scenes”, ndakadaro tikaseka tese. Ndakange ndakapfeka oversize track suit nemaslippers. Even paakanditarisa from top to bottom handina kuita basa nazvo, ndaida kuti ataure zvaaida aende andisiye ndega.
“I love this place ndinombonzwa mhepo, ….” Tino akadaro ndikabvumirana naye. Taimboita nguva takanyarara tichishaya nyaya. Tainge ambuya nemukwasha. Asi we had made it clear kuti tidaidzane nemazita ekutanga.
Akatanga kundiudza nezvevana vake, he had twin girls vaive kuRhodes University.
“Ko amai vavo varipi?” I asked.
“She is a Nigerian, vakadzokera, we had cultural differences so takasiyana.”
“Oh, ok” ndakadaro ndikashaya kuti ndoenderera mberi ndichiti chii. Takambonyarara futi achibva azoti;
“Can I say you are now my friend, ndimbobvunzawo some personal things?” I just smiled ndakamutarisa, iye akatora kuti ndaireva kuti yes, yet I was boiling in anger kuti anoda kundiudza kuti I look like a man.
“Why are you always serious, hauseke seke and the way you work muRestaurant, hauite sewe muridzi wenzvimbo, you work like a slave.”
I smiled again ndikaramba ndakanyarara. I sighed and said, “Ndakuenda kumba kwangu”. Handina kumirira kuti apindure ndakapinda mumota mangu ndokuenda. Ndakasvikogeza, a long hot bath, ndaakutorara ndopandakazobata phone yangu pange pane whatsapp message yaiti “it was nice knowing more about you, you are an amazing woman. Tino”. Akawana kupi cell number yangu, this was very private yaive for close friends and relatives. I checked his profile foto aive in blue ari kutennis court, it was a nice foto yaakatorwa ari in action. I find myself blushing looking at that foto, ndakazviseka ndokurara zvangu.
Vhiki rese rakatevera handina kumuona, I deliberately avoided him, till on Friday lunch hour akazotuma waitress to call me. Ndakasvikogara opposite him pacorner table paaive.
“Ko madam where have you been hiding? Did I put you off that much kuLake Chivero.” I blushed but hana yangu yakarova, why was he implying kuti pane kwatinombosangana zvisiri zvebusiness nhai.
“No no no, I was just busy, and why would you look for me, kuLake takangosanganawoka it’s not like we had an appointment.”
“Ko nhasi haudewo here kumbonodya other recipes, can I take you to Junction 24.” Akandidaro. What is that supposed to mean? Me? Going out with another man who is not my husband? Akange avarairwa ndokundibata maoko angu ese, neniwo zvakandivaraidza. Ndakabvisa maoko angu slowly.
“Am married Tino, that will be improper, unless my husband comes along, and you know that will not happen.”
Akasimuka ndokuti “I just need good company, a friend like you, otherwise ndinoenda ndega hangu. You have my number, call me if you change your mind.”
Ndakasara ndichitenderera musoro. Ndakazofonera Mandy my sister ndikamuti auye kuRestaurant ndimbomuudzewo. Mandy ndonyaya dzaaida especially kuwachisa Dan hahahaha.
“Sis what’s your problem, this is Tino owner of Chirandu Service Stations kani haasi tsotsi, saka going for drinks naye kungakuurayayi here? Let’s not insinuate anything, what I know is my sister you are lonely and you need someone like him as a friend, someone wesize yenyu.”
She had seconded my thoughts, I needed that push, I scrolled down my contacts...
“I take this means I have to pick you up …. ” Ndomadaviriro aakaita. Aah ka1.
At 7pm ndange ndave paRestaurant, Mandy ange andibatsira to dress up. Ndakapfeka a pair of tights and a denim shirt since it was a bit chilly, we were still in winter, and my pompadour heels from France did the finish. Ndakangozora ponds chete and lip gloss after a fight naMandy achida kundiisa make up. Which I totally refused.
Tino akabuda mumota kuzonditora kuback veranda kweRestaurant, he could not hide how impressed he was by my new look. I looked different from my all time white chef’s overalls. He complimented me, I can’t remember the last time I looked in a man’s eyes and receive a genuine compliment … takapinda mumota make and he drove with a smile of satisfaction on his face.
Just between you and me, I was not comfortable with my outing at all; I was now a cheating married woman. So to cover my tracks ndakasiya mota yangu paRestaurant, at my usual parking place, kuti vanoona vagoti I am still working, tikaenda neyaTino….. zvinoda kujaira izvi. Hana yairova.
There was an awkward silence for some time then he asked about my day. Takaramba tichitaura and we became so comfortable with each other, nyaya dzakataurika as if tange tazivana for years. This is exactly what I wanted, a friend to laugh and unwind with.
That saved me but ndakarwadziwa nazvo, he does not act or behave like someone who is married. Whatever that meant. I did not ask kuti anomuzivira hure ripi, and you never know with men, maybe vakamborwira rimwe hure, nxaaa. Ndakafemedzeka nehasha my tongue preparing for a lush-out at him, akabva anditangira kutaura achiti;
“Zvandakaita on my first time in Nigeria, we got in a restaurant vaitengesa nyama yeimbwa…..” I suddenly forgot that I wanted to ask him kuti andidzosere kumba kwangu or I’d simply call one of my employees azonditora.
Ndakamuyeva achitaura nyaya yake, ndakange ndakaterera zvangu but ndainakidzwa nevoice rake, it was deep and raindisvika, the way he pronounced words, the way he attracted my attention by holding my hand unconsciously, his gaze in my eyes, calculated eye contact, airatidza kuti ari pandiri tiri vaviri chete, nothing else mattered. It melted me and my womanhood just popped out. I felt his presence pese pese. By the time he finished narrating his story ndakachema nekuseka, I cannot remember the last day I laughed that much especially with Dan …. That was the greatest problem I was having, comparing Tino naDan, wishing kuti dai Tino aive Dan, wishing kuti dai Dan achiita zviri kuita Tino, my life would be less complicated hey. For this, I resented Dan even more for putting me in this difficult situation.
He parked and quickly went out to buy drinks and order a platter of barbeque. He brought me some ciders... redds. I quickly took down one and it kind of calmed my nerves. I became more confident, I relaxed kufunga funga kukapera, I decided to enjoy the moment. We were like old friends, and taiona life zvakafanana, we laughed at the same jokes. Takapedzisira tave kuwanzirana isusu nekusekana, we would unconsciously hold hands or Tino aindibata musana, it was comfortable, it was beautiful.
He shared with me the story of his life, how he met his wife here in Zimbabwe, went to Nigeria together, met some oil barons zvakaita kuti atange Chirandu Service Stations. He did not say much about his ex wife. Isu vakadzi tisu tine dzungu, tinobva tataura zvese zvese about our ex hahahaha, kunge kupedzera shungu dzekuti I did not get a chance to tell the culprit his story so the next man has to listen to this. This reckless talk simply makes the guy treat you the same, ko handiti unenge wazvijaira here, and if someone did it to you and got away with it, why won’t this one do the same? He talked a lot about his kids and his mother, their grandma who was living with the kids during the holidays. I also did not ask much, that was enough. I have learnt kutamba iri kurira, it was our time, zvimwe zvese zvange zvisina basa.
Pandakazotanga kutaura about my restaurant, he was impressed to know that I am the one who practically prepare his meals…. I passed by some ideas on how to change my restaurant and he perfected it. I felt excited, restored, recreated. By the time we left it was almost midnight. Pandange ndoda kubuda mumota make he kissed my hand and said, “I wish tonight never ended, thank you Stella.” I melted, I felt that way too. I quickly drove home, when I was opening the gate I noticed he was behind me, when I closed the gate, he drove past. Ummmm my fairytale, dreams can come true. The guy is practically taking care of mwaaah.
As expected, vaMukonoweshuro was not at home, I jumped into bed like a crazy teenager, and I dozed off as my head hit the pillow.
I woke up ndave kuteiwa nezuva, for the first time in almost three years ndakange ndararawo till kwaedza. Usually ndaimuka ndichingofunganya around 2am ndosaka ndaikwanisa kuenda kuRestaurant by 4am. I called the Restaurant and gave orders. I went in my kitchen to prepare something to eat; I was jovial, singing zvangu Pah Chihera’s Ndirwo Rudo, zvekuti handina kuona
However his rude rhetoric gave me an idea. If I give and get attention from some other man, I will be happy, including being at peace with my husband nhaika. So two can play that game. What I wanted was to be happy, it did not matter who or what brought the happiness, but I was going to be really happy, surrounding myself with people who loved and appreciated me.
After bathing I hesitated to put on my chef’s uniform, suddenly it looked too big and ugly hahahahaha. So I decided to put on the waitress’ uniform, I was going to do waitressing, my cooks were well trained and my sauces were mixed already so I could play waitress. The pantihose and my Italian stilettos gave me the exotic finish I needed.
By the time I checked my phone, I had two missed calls from you-know-who and ten app messages. Sometimes I even forgot where my phone was hapana ainditsvaga, I was always in my own world, but apa I was starting to get used to nice messages anyhow, anytime. It was nice messages from Tino, he was looking forward to being together again. I did too.
Pandakapinda muRestaurant all my employees said woooow, we all laughed it off. At 1230 hours, Tino came in for Sunday lunch. Ndakaendesa order yake iri double including my plate, he expected to see me in my overalls but I surprised him too, he stared at me and I enjoyed the attention as we flirted at the dining table, while we had lunch together. Stories By Lovely Rutendo Nzira
At the restaurant, work was great. I had a good loyal team vaiziva zvavaiita. You know Mwari vakarongeka, kikikikiki, vakaona kuti kumba kwangu kwaive nemhirizhonga vakati let me cover for you kuBusiness, it was smooth sailing at my workplace, vanhu kunge marobots, well timetabled and to the point. Taiita nyaya nevashandi vangu tichiseka, ndaivaziva vese private life yavo, (asi yemurume wangu ndaisaziva) ndaive auntie vavo pachokwadi, ndichivapa advice dzaivabatsira in their relationships, though zvangu ndaitadza kugadzirisa. We were a happy family at Stedan Restaurant.
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| Saving My Marriage |
It was in June pakatanga kuuya mumwe murume muRestaurant for breakfast, lunch and supper, rarely did I get someone anorova 3 meals in a restaurant. Baba ivavo vaiuya vogara at the corner table, voita order yavo. Handina kuita hanya navo (had I known he would change my life for good) nekuti ndaive always behind the scenes in my white chef’s uniform. Till one day he asked to meet the owner of the restaurant ndopandakadaidzwa nacashier.
“Madam umm, I need a favor can I have packed supper every day, prepaid, except weekends ndouya zvangu kuzodya pano.”
It was not a problem, the customer wanted a home cooked meal, and I could provide one, ndakati iri bho, ndini ndaibika and pack it, and that happened for 3 weeks. I prepared invoice yavo for the month, zvikaita, ndaivaona zvangu ndiri kuseri vachiuya vachienda. I can say he was one of the few regular customers I had since I started.
“Madam umm, I need a favor can I have packed supper every day, prepaid, except weekends ndouya zvangu kuzodya pano.”
It was not a problem, the customer wanted a home cooked meal, and I could provide one, ndakati iri bho, ndini ndaibika and pack it, and that happened for 3 weeks. I prepared invoice yavo for the month, zvikaita, ndaivaona zvangu ndiri kuseri vachiuya vachienda. I can say he was one of the few regular customers I had since I started.
One weekend ndakange ndakatsamwa, ndakasvika pamba Dan akapaka mota at the gate mune kamusikana again! Takasangana ave kutobuda mumba hameno zvaange auya kuzotora, I did not even have the energy to ask or fight, not kuti ndaimutya or feared violence, but mweya wangu wange waneta kurwira murume. I watched them drive away moyo uchipisa nehasha. I failed to go to the restaurant mangwana acho yaive Saturday, ndakaenda kuLake Chivero to recharge, I was alone and I needed to be alone, listening to soul music, it was soothing. I knew l did not love Dan anymore but I needed to save my marriage. Nyika yese, our families, vana vedu vaifanira kuona kuti am Mrs Stella Mukono, mukadzi waDaniel Mukono. Ndakange ndisingazomuregera disrespecting me like that with these small small college girls.
So at Lake Chivero I had my me-time on how to save this fucked up marriage. Then I heard a knock pawindow remota, there was a fine gent, in his early forties, I opened ndikabuda;
“Mai Mukono, maswera sei, ko hamusi kubasa nhasi….?” Ah munhu ari kundizivaka uyu,
“Ndinonzi Chitiyo Tinotenda, customer yenyu kuRestaurant… call me Tino.” akazodaro aona confusion yaive pameso pangu. Hoo ah, I apologized nekutadza kumuziva kwandakaita.
“Handimbonyanya kuziva macustomers angu, you know, I am always behind the scenes”, ndakadaro tikaseka tese. Ndakange ndakapfeka oversize track suit nemaslippers. Even paakanditarisa from top to bottom handina kuita basa nazvo, ndaida kuti ataure zvaaida aende andisiye ndega.
“I love this place ndinombonzwa mhepo, ….” Tino akadaro ndikabvumirana naye. Taimboita nguva takanyarara tichishaya nyaya. Tainge ambuya nemukwasha. Asi we had made it clear kuti tidaidzane nemazita ekutanga.
Akatanga kundiudza nezvevana vake, he had twin girls vaive kuRhodes University.
“Ko amai vavo varipi?” I asked.
“She is a Nigerian, vakadzokera, we had cultural differences so takasiyana.”
“Oh, ok” ndakadaro ndikashaya kuti ndoenderera mberi ndichiti chii. Takambonyarara futi achibva azoti;
“Can I say you are now my friend, ndimbobvunzawo some personal things?” I just smiled ndakamutarisa, iye akatora kuti ndaireva kuti yes, yet I was boiling in anger kuti anoda kundiudza kuti I look like a man.
“Why are you always serious, hauseke seke and the way you work muRestaurant, hauite sewe muridzi wenzvimbo, you work like a slave.”
I smiled again ndikaramba ndakanyarara. I sighed and said, “Ndakuenda kumba kwangu”. Handina kumirira kuti apindure ndakapinda mumota mangu ndokuenda. Ndakasvikogeza, a long hot bath, ndaakutorara ndopandakazobata phone yangu pange pane whatsapp message yaiti “it was nice knowing more about you, you are an amazing woman. Tino”. Akawana kupi cell number yangu, this was very private yaive for close friends and relatives. I checked his profile foto aive in blue ari kutennis court, it was a nice foto yaakatorwa ari in action. I find myself blushing looking at that foto, ndakazviseka ndokurara zvangu.
Vhiki rese rakatevera handina kumuona, I deliberately avoided him, till on Friday lunch hour akazotuma waitress to call me. Ndakasvikogara opposite him pacorner table paaive.
“Ko madam where have you been hiding? Did I put you off that much kuLake Chivero.” I blushed but hana yangu yakarova, why was he implying kuti pane kwatinombosangana zvisiri zvebusiness nhai.
“No no no, I was just busy, and why would you look for me, kuLake takangosanganawoka it’s not like we had an appointment.”
“Ko nhasi haudewo here kumbonodya other recipes, can I take you to Junction 24.” Akandidaro. What is that supposed to mean? Me? Going out with another man who is not my husband? Akange avarairwa ndokundibata maoko angu ese, neniwo zvakandivaraidza. Ndakabvisa maoko angu slowly.
“Am married Tino, that will be improper, unless my husband comes along, and you know that will not happen.”
Akasimuka ndokuti “I just need good company, a friend like you, otherwise ndinoenda ndega hangu. You have my number, call me if you change your mind.”
Ndakasara ndichitenderera musoro. Ndakazofonera Mandy my sister ndikamuti auye kuRestaurant ndimbomuudzewo. Mandy ndonyaya dzaaida especially kuwachisa Dan hahahaha.
“Sis what’s your problem, this is Tino owner of Chirandu Service Stations kani haasi tsotsi, saka going for drinks naye kungakuurayayi here? Let’s not insinuate anything, what I know is my sister you are lonely and you need someone like him as a friend, someone wesize yenyu.”
She had seconded my thoughts, I needed that push, I scrolled down my contacts...
“I take this means I have to pick you up …. ” Ndomadaviriro aakaita. Aah ka1.
At 7pm ndange ndave paRestaurant, Mandy ange andibatsira to dress up. Ndakapfeka a pair of tights and a denim shirt since it was a bit chilly, we were still in winter, and my pompadour heels from France did the finish. Ndakangozora ponds chete and lip gloss after a fight naMandy achida kundiisa make up. Which I totally refused.
Tino akabuda mumota kuzonditora kuback veranda kweRestaurant, he could not hide how impressed he was by my new look. I looked different from my all time white chef’s overalls. He complimented me, I can’t remember the last time I looked in a man’s eyes and receive a genuine compliment … takapinda mumota make and he drove with a smile of satisfaction on his face.
Just between you and me, I was not comfortable with my outing at all; I was now a cheating married woman. So to cover my tracks ndakasiya mota yangu paRestaurant, at my usual parking place, kuti vanoona vagoti I am still working, tikaenda neyaTino….. zvinoda kujaira izvi. Hana yairova.
There was an awkward silence for some time then he asked about my day. Takaramba tichitaura and we became so comfortable with each other, nyaya dzakataurika as if tange tazivana for years. This is exactly what I wanted, a friend to laugh and unwind with.
Guilty was eating me up, so I decided to share a bit about my marriage.
“Am married Tino, though not happily, but ndiri mukadzi wemunhu. We have drifted apart with my husband but tichiri tese. Thank you for your friendship. I needed a friend that’s why I agreed a date with you” akamboramba akanyarara searching for a particular song on his stick then said;
“I know your husband; very well, he does not act or behave like someone who is married. But we are not going to talk about him, are we? Can we just enjoy this moment”
“Am married Tino, though not happily, but ndiri mukadzi wemunhu. We have drifted apart with my husband but tichiri tese. Thank you for your friendship. I needed a friend that’s why I agreed a date with you” akamboramba akanyarara searching for a particular song on his stick then said;
“I know your husband; very well, he does not act or behave like someone who is married. But we are not going to talk about him, are we? Can we just enjoy this moment”
That saved me but ndakarwadziwa nazvo, he does not act or behave like someone who is married. Whatever that meant. I did not ask kuti anomuzivira hure ripi, and you never know with men, maybe vakamborwira rimwe hure, nxaaa. Ndakafemedzeka nehasha my tongue preparing for a lush-out at him, akabva anditangira kutaura achiti;
“Zvandakaita on my first time in Nigeria, we got in a restaurant vaitengesa nyama yeimbwa…..” I suddenly forgot that I wanted to ask him kuti andidzosere kumba kwangu or I’d simply call one of my employees azonditora.
Ndakamuyeva achitaura nyaya yake, ndakange ndakaterera zvangu but ndainakidzwa nevoice rake, it was deep and raindisvika, the way he pronounced words, the way he attracted my attention by holding my hand unconsciously, his gaze in my eyes, calculated eye contact, airatidza kuti ari pandiri tiri vaviri chete, nothing else mattered. It melted me and my womanhood just popped out. I felt his presence pese pese. By the time he finished narrating his story ndakachema nekuseka, I cannot remember the last day I laughed that much especially with Dan …. That was the greatest problem I was having, comparing Tino naDan, wishing kuti dai Tino aive Dan, wishing kuti dai Dan achiita zviri kuita Tino, my life would be less complicated hey. For this, I resented Dan even more for putting me in this difficult situation.
He parked and quickly went out to buy drinks and order a platter of barbeque. He brought me some ciders... redds. I quickly took down one and it kind of calmed my nerves. I became more confident, I relaxed kufunga funga kukapera, I decided to enjoy the moment. We were like old friends, and taiona life zvakafanana, we laughed at the same jokes. Takapedzisira tave kuwanzirana isusu nekusekana, we would unconsciously hold hands or Tino aindibata musana, it was comfortable, it was beautiful.
He shared with me the story of his life, how he met his wife here in Zimbabwe, went to Nigeria together, met some oil barons zvakaita kuti atange Chirandu Service Stations. He did not say much about his ex wife. Isu vakadzi tisu tine dzungu, tinobva tataura zvese zvese about our ex hahahaha, kunge kupedzera shungu dzekuti I did not get a chance to tell the culprit his story so the next man has to listen to this. This reckless talk simply makes the guy treat you the same, ko handiti unenge wazvijaira here, and if someone did it to you and got away with it, why won’t this one do the same? He talked a lot about his kids and his mother, their grandma who was living with the kids during the holidays. I also did not ask much, that was enough. I have learnt kutamba iri kurira, it was our time, zvimwe zvese zvange zvisina basa.
Pandakazotanga kutaura about my restaurant, he was impressed to know that I am the one who practically prepare his meals…. I passed by some ideas on how to change my restaurant and he perfected it. I felt excited, restored, recreated. By the time we left it was almost midnight. Pandange ndoda kubuda mumota make he kissed my hand and said, “I wish tonight never ended, thank you Stella.” I melted, I felt that way too. I quickly drove home, when I was opening the gate I noticed he was behind me, when I closed the gate, he drove past. Ummmm my fairytale, dreams can come true. The guy is practically taking care of mwaaah.
As expected, vaMukonoweshuro was not at home, I jumped into bed like a crazy teenager, and I dozed off as my head hit the pillow.
I woke up ndave kuteiwa nezuva, for the first time in almost three years ndakange ndararawo till kwaedza. Usually ndaimuka ndichingofunganya around 2am ndosaka ndaikwanisa kuenda kuRestaurant by 4am. I called the Restaurant and gave orders. I went in my kitchen to prepare something to eat; I was jovial, singing zvangu Pah Chihera’s Ndirwo Rudo, zvekuti handina kuona
Dan akamira padoor akanditarisa;
“Ndiani azokukwirawo mai Fadzie ” akadaro roaring with laughter at his sick joke.
“Excuse me?” I took time to get what he meant.
“Ndati ndiani azokubvisa hasha dzebonde”.
“Oh that …..” I laughed and brushed it off zvakamushamisa. I added his plate too on the kitchen table kuti tidye tese breakfast. I was chit chatting about my plans of revamping the restaurant, not expecting any response from him, I was simply thinking aloud, trying to incorporate Tino’s suggestions, though in my comments the name Tino was very much silent.
I enjoyed talking and thinking about another man at Dan’s face in broad daylight, in his patriarchal, matrimonial home, I had gotten my revenge, I was saving my title, Mrs Stella-Daniel
“Ndiani azokukwirawo mai Fadzie ” akadaro roaring with laughter at his sick joke.
“Excuse me?” I took time to get what he meant.
“Ndati ndiani azokubvisa hasha dzebonde”.
“Oh that …..” I laughed and brushed it off zvakamushamisa. I added his plate too on the kitchen table kuti tidye tese breakfast. I was chit chatting about my plans of revamping the restaurant, not expecting any response from him, I was simply thinking aloud, trying to incorporate Tino’s suggestions, though in my comments the name Tino was very much silent.
I enjoyed talking and thinking about another man at Dan’s face in broad daylight, in his patriarchal, matrimonial home, I had gotten my revenge, I was saving my title, Mrs Stella-Daniel
Mukonoweshuro hahaha. Kufara kwangu kunenge kwakamushaisa appetite nekuti akadya zvishoma akandidzvokora, achibva abuda. Previously I would have gone on and on, telling him how he had let me down, how I loved him, how he had ruined our marriage, the animal inside him, how selfish, how evil… he knew the list of his all time sins, but obviously he did not care. Nevertheless on this particular day, I was too happy to think of that, so I set poor Dan free, physically and of course, to my pride, emotionally.
However his rude rhetoric gave me an idea. If I give and get attention from some other man, I will be happy, including being at peace with my husband nhaika. So two can play that game. What I wanted was to be happy, it did not matter who or what brought the happiness, but I was going to be really happy, surrounding myself with people who loved and appreciated me.
After bathing I hesitated to put on my chef’s uniform, suddenly it looked too big and ugly hahahahaha. So I decided to put on the waitress’ uniform, I was going to do waitressing, my cooks were well trained and my sauces were mixed already so I could play waitress. The pantihose and my Italian stilettos gave me the exotic finish I needed.
By the time I checked my phone, I had two missed calls from you-know-who and ten app messages. Sometimes I even forgot where my phone was hapana ainditsvaga, I was always in my own world, but apa I was starting to get used to nice messages anyhow, anytime. It was nice messages from Tino, he was looking forward to being together again. I did too.
Pandakapinda muRestaurant all my employees said woooow, we all laughed it off. At 1230 hours, Tino came in for Sunday lunch. Ndakaendesa order yake iri double including my plate, he expected to see me in my overalls but I surprised him too, he stared at me and I enjoyed the attention as we flirted at the dining table, while we had lunch together. Stories By Lovely Rutendo Nzira
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