Chapter 8
Today is day 6, the second last day before Basetsana Mooketsi or rather Mkhize because I'm not divorced yet, 'meets her maker'. I've been tortured by Mzwakhe. He really meant it when he said that each day will have its own purpose. The first three days he would come twice a day and beat me up, when satisfied with himself he would go. The fourth day he ordered me to get naked and he whiped my entire body. On the fifth day he ordered me to get dressed in my wedding dress so that even in my after life men won't approach me because I'm a married woman. I'm anxiously waiting to see what he'll do to me today. My thoughts are disturbed by the devil himself walking in with a dashing smile carrying a bag on his back.
"My beautiful wife" he says showing his white teeth. He takes a vacant chair and sits next to me.
"You know when I made those vows on our wedding day, I said that in sickness and in health I'll be there for you. " "Right now you are about to face death but I'm still here for you. Talk about a noble husband" He smiles at me.
"I will mourn you my dear wife. Well even though I have a second wife I'll still mourn you. I'll make sure that your death looks like an accident. I'll make sure that your car burns with you inside. No one will recognize you once I'm done with you" He let's out an evil laugh.
"Why do you hate me this much? Wasn't taking a second wife enough for you to show me that you don't love me? What did I ever do to you to deserve this" I ask with tears streaming down my face.
"Do you really want to know why I hate you? Do you honestly want to know how much loving you has costed me ?" I keep quiet and look at this psycho. What is he on about?
"Let me tell you why I hate you then. When we started dating I was so sure about our relationship. I was so sure that you were a blessing to me from both God and my ancestors. I loved you soo much that after 8 months of us dating I decided to send my uncles to ask for your hand in marriage. Our married life was amazing. I loved coming back home from a long day at work because I knew that I would see my beautiful wife. Even when I was stressed I knew that your smile would lessen my stress. I knew that your touch would send me into a world I never knew existed. I loved you because you were my ecstacy and my escape. Things started changing when my family started demanding for us to have children. Although it was weird that we've been married for a long time but we didn't have kids I still loved you. I took you to the hospital to check if you were fertile. When I found out that you were healthy, I couldn't help but feel like I was the problem. That angered me because I couldn't be the problem. I'm a man and I'm supposed to be able to plant my seeds in your womb. Months passed by and that question lingered In my mind 'Am I the problem?'. " he looks at me with tears in his eyes. I'm so confused right now, I don't even know where he is going with this. Why does it look like he wants to cry?
" I decided to go to the hospital and check if I was fertile or not. The doctor told me that I was a healthy man. This confused me because if we were both healthy why couldn't we have kids?. It bothered me for a couple of months and I decided to take this to my father. I didnt want to be seen as a failure. My two older brothers already had children. My sister Ntombi has a child. Then why couldn't I have children. My father advised me to consult with Dabulamazwe, our traditional healer. What he said to me tore my world apart. He said 'You are not her chosen one' . I couldn't understand his words so I asked for clarification. He furthermore said that 'Her destiny has been decided by God, the stars and her ancestors. From birth she has been married spiritually to someone. She already has a husband. Her husband is the only person that can plant seeds in her womb'.
"I couldn't belive my ears. The one woman whom I loved dearly was not mine. She belonged to someone else. There's a dick head out there that is your husband. Dabulamazwe told me that I can impregnate any woman but not you. The only woman whom I wanted to mother my kids. The one woman I wanted to see pregnant. Finding her in the kitchen cooking barefooted because her feet are too swollen for shoes to fit her. Her calling me while I'm in the boardroom trying to secure a business deal telling me that she's horny. Her waking me up in the wee hours of the morning because she's got crazy cravings. Her crying a lot because apparently my child makes her emotional. Her being angry because I forgot to buy her something she didn't even ask for because her hormones run wild". I looked at him dumbfounded. Is he telling the truth? Do I have a chosen husband out there? Who is he? What does he look like?
"I then decided to take Nkuli as my second wife because my family couldn't stop pestering me about kids . Nkuli is not my chosen one. I faked everything because I wanted you to think that I had no choice but to marry her. I can marry anyone I choose to marry" he says.
"Mzwakhe I didn't even know that I had a chosen husband out there."i say hoping that he'll let me go.
" I know that you didn't know. That is why I'm going to kill you because I won't bear watching you play happy family with another man. Today I want you to pray very hard and tell God that you're about to enter his kingdom. I'll see tomorrow when I finally burn you in your car" with that said he takes the bag he came with and walks out of the room leaving me with many questions in my mind.
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General FictionA lot of people write about polygamous relationships and always make the first wife the villain and the second wife, 'the chosen one'. But do we take a minute and think about how the first wife could be feeling? How her confidence could be shattered...
