Who says the devil sleeps, he never sleeps. He is always on the lookout spying on whom to destroy.
My amazing life had come to war with Donald Trump. The question I ask myself is “where did I go wrong?” My parents raised a good child, Lusaka has done me bad. I don’t know if I made the wrong decisions in life. In times like this, I really miss my mum, wish she was near
to comfort me.
The video was of me being beaten by fat popo, it wasn’t really clear but I could see it was me. It was captioned ” Bitch got smashed by wife of her blesser,” there were lots of comments. Many people threw their insults saying she got what she deserved. What really surprised me was some girl’s comment. She is in my class, she is a real whore I mean the kind that would sleep with any dick so long there is money. She has ruined marriages like its her calling. Funny enough she had the nerve to put up such words. “These whores need to be dealt with, its too much of them, I know this girl and I am glad she was smacked.” I straight up replied to her comment ” you are next on the line, don’t be too comfortable.” She quickly deleted her comment. I clicked on the profile to see who posted it, it was a fake account in a guy’s name. It seems like I have alot of enemies.
Naomi called me asking if I had seen what was happening on Facebook. She told me to be strong and not mind what was being said. I appreciated her for the call. Angela told me to hang in and remain prayerful. I thanked her for everything. We got to chat, she was updating me on everything that was going on in school. What a darling this girl is, she has been writing my assignments and covering up for me. I felt lite being around Angela, with all the drama going on in my life, the least I needed was to be around people who won’t judge me. Angela wanted to sleep over but I refused, she needed to be in school and cover up for us. We knelt down with Angela and prayed. A load was lifted off my shoulder after that prayer. I thanked Angela for coming, she left me some notes to study for a test. She hugged me and told me to seek God for strength and guidance. On her way out, she waved bye, I waved back. I thought of everything that was happening to me and cried, a woman next to my bed told me to stop crying. I cried more, I was just sobbing my heart out.
Being all alone in that hospital with no relative or friend stressed me. Knowing I cannot tell any of my relatives because of the mess am in. I thought of calling my aunt nomba I don’t trust that woman, all the cockroaches in my father’s house will know I had a miscarriage. Am better off being alone. The doc came in the ward, he was doing his usual check ups. When he came to me, I quietly explained to him about a test awaiting me at school,he promised to have me discharged the next day. I thanked him and he moved on to the next patient. News of being discharged was chocolate to my ears. I started doing my count down, I was finally going home. This hospital life was going taking the life out of me. I updated my status on Facebook .
” No matter what life throws at you, always pick yourself up and move forward. I have made so many mistakes and I regret non because they have all taught me to be a better person. What didnt kill me just made me stronger. Books I see you.” Yolo with a happy emoji.
People started liking my status, commenting asking where I was hiding. I wasn’t ready to reply to silly questions. I logged out and went on to play music. Purest of pain by #SonByFour brought rains to my eyes. Francis played this song when we had our first argument. What a monster Francis has turned into, all the love I felt for him has turned into hate. I should have killed Francis when I had the chance to, why the hell did I spare him. Foolish me I thought to myself.
Jencarlos Canela #MiCorazonInsiste was next, this song has memories of Francis, this one in particular Francis played this song at a gig as he introduced me to everyone that I was his wife and mother of his kids. Funny the promises people make, Francis just killed one of his own that he had promised to guard and protect.
I couldn’t listen to any of my music, most of it reminded me of my worst enemy. I had no option but to listen to the radio. My phone flashed , there was an incoming call from my mother. I picked up with a heavy tongue.
Me: hello ma.
Mum: shani mwana wandi.
Me: bwino shani mummy.
Me: am happy to hear from you ma.
Mum: me too.
Me: how is everyone?
Mum: we are fine, just missing you our UNZA graduate.
Me: I miss you all.
Mum: how have you been? I have been having nightmares, my heart is not at ease.
Me: come on ma. I’m well and good, if I was sick. You would have known.
Mum: I just have a bed feeling of late, I feel like you are in danger. Is everything okay with you that side?
Me: mum fyonse filifye bwino just assignments and tests doing me bad. That’s why I haven’t been calling you of late. Am busy with studies, I don’t wanna disappoint you and dad.
Mum: that’s the way to go.
Me: don’t worry a thing, besides aunt is here.
Mum: if you say so, I trust your word. Please concentrate on your studies. Dont be misled by those mischievous Lusaka men. They will just ruin you.
Me: naufwa ma.
Mum: let me not take much of your time, get back to your books.
Me: thank you ma.
My heart was surely reaching out to my mother for help. A mum knows whatever happens with her child. Mothers share a unique bond with their children. My mum’s instincts was telling her that something was wrong with me. I felt bad for lying to my mum, I wish I could be able to tell her everything that was going on with me, she was going to be my pillar to lean on. . .
When night fell, I silently said a prayer, I asked God to forgive me for all my sins, I asked him to receive my angel with open arms. I asked him to give me strength to find all battles. . Prayer really does help, the spirit of determination that once left came back. More than ever, I was ready for whatever came my way. I slept with a free mind counting the hours to my freedom.
The next day the nurse came in, she told me to prepare myself and call someone to sign my discharge papers. I called Angela, she showed up around 10, we did all that was required and I was discharged from the hospital. I was so happy, I thanked the doc and the nurses that took care of me and left. We went to the boarding house, Lulu wasn’t around, that’s just what I needed. I packed a few clothes and went to my house. I had a warm bath, the shower felt heaven. I texted Charles to tell him I was finally at the house. Francis called me, I cut his number and blocked his line. I blocked all messages from him. He tried to call me using WhatsApp, I did the same. This is chibeleshi at it’s highest level. Angela had errands to run so she left, I put my phone on charge and slept. I work up around 20, there was a message on Fb.
” you are a heartless wicked woman, I regret the day I met you, I hope you burn in hell, am not yet done with you. All these lies you are cooking up won’t take you anyone. MURDERER!!!!!!”