Dear BMW,
I am writing this message with tears in my eyes. I have learnt a bitter lesson and I want to confess publicly that I still love my husband. I love him very much and I pray every day that he will come back to me.
But I don’t think that is possible because when I visit him, he shuts me out. I also noticed recently that he drives around town with another woman. I have been crying and hurting every time I see him. I really don’t know what I should do to get him back.
Although he took his clothes and most of his personal belongings, he still has a few things at home. He also comes when I am not around to see our two children.
He is a good man and father, but I cheated on him and he left me.
Surprisingly, the guy (MG2) that I cheated with is the one who called my hubby and told him about us. That day we had a fight over sex.
When I was with MG2, it was fun. He would take me on trips; stay at luxurious hotels, eat at the fanciest restaurants and shop a lot. But not a moment of sex was ever enjoyable though because I knew what was to come—that part where I have to let him rape my body.
To be honest BMW, I loved my husband not him, but I wanted the fancy lifestyle and money!
However, I am tired of being with him and I want my lovely husband back. Help, please!
Vicky, via WhatsApp, Nyambadwe, Blantyre
Vicky,
When you cheat, you always think you are victorious. But once caught pants down, that is when you know you are nothing, but a vicious loser.
You never appreciate a good thing until you lose it. In simple Chichewa munaona mawanga nkhanga, don’t groan that you let go of the francolin—nkhwali. You see, your husband the francolin has also become the pangolin!
You have nothing to blame, but your love for money, gravvy that has brought you to these ashes. The water is spilt and it is foolhardy for you to think you can put it all back into the bucket again.
I like deconstructing words from girls aged 40 like you. You had me write, because only a 14 year old can fall for freebies such as chicken tandoori or shawarma in a restaurant that has not been inspected by the Minister of Labour or the standards guys loosely aligned with the Ministry of Trade!
In fact, it should have been your two children falling for such things not like you bvumbwe fooling around patsekera, not you their mother.
But I digress. I was saying I like reading between the lines words that drip from the mouth of aged, elderly or ancient girls like you. You say he left some of his things at home. Don’t even let that nasty thought about asing’anga come into your mind because it will not work at all.
Your words even show you are not caring as a parent, which is why your ex comes home when you are away and fills up the gap you leave. A very caring man.
For that matter, don’t waste your time opening green eyes on the woman he is seeing. It is none of your business.
It is not in my nature as the BMW to bless aged, elderly and ancient girls like you, but I have one last word: May the root of all evil you found hold strong the stem of the tree and may it’s flowers blossom and bear fruits that will produce seeds of discord to make this new man of yours realise you are just a careless gold digger. May his eyes open wide and see you for the good-for-nothing you are.
By the way, excuse my Chichewa dropping into these lines. Who wouldn’t want some words of this language find its way into the Oxford dictionary one day?
