It later turned out that I had fever.
I try to concentrate on my studies and to remain focus. It was hard intially after I cut off every form of communication with my man.
My second semester exams was over and I went to my father's place to spend the holiday.
As usuall its was not a comfort zone for me, I do what am suppose to do and will always remain in my room because I had nothing to discuss with my step mother.
I always feel much better when my dad is around.
Am an adult so she could not make me do what I don't want to do.
I made sure i help with house chores. Tidy up things and put the house in order whenever I'm around.
After a month of staying there, I told my father that I want to visit my Mom and spend time with her.
I went over to my mom's place, she was happy to have me around.
I assisted her with her buisness and will always stay in her store to help out in attending to customers.
I forgot about my past relationship, and felt alive again while with Mom.
My Mom was still hoping that my step Dad will come around someday.
Even though my brothers said he still spend time outside the town but returns back within the week.
They said Viva even visited the house one day and was with my step dad all through the weekend before leaving.
My Mom did not think much about that, she trust Viva so much and knew that her dear friend can't disappoint her.
I was wondering why Viva will visit my step Dad but had never come to visit my Mom since my mother moved out of my dad's house.
I try not to put negative ideas on my mom's head because at the end Viva can never do wrong in her eyes.
She still believe that her whole secrets was revealed to my step Dad through someone else but never from Viva.
Viva will always find means to convince my mom that she was trust worthy but deep down I know she wasn't what she seem to be.
My brothers comes around and we will all have a great moment before they leave.
One day, my brothers visited my Mom.
They came with a disturbing news that my Mom found unbelievable.
My brothers said my step Dad finally brought in another woman to the house who moved in with her luggages.
"Who is the woman? did she knows that Dad is still married to Mom? Why did she move in with her things. Is she young or elderly???
I have many questions running through my head and I kept asking my brothers without even waiting for an answer.
My brothers shocked us futher by saying.
"Is Aunty Viva. Yes... the woman that moved into the house is Aunty Viva and she shares the same bedroom with Dad. They act like they are already married.
I couldn't control my anger on hearing that. I was boiling inside.
Viva did not only destroy my mom's life by betraying her to my Dad she had the gut to start having an affair with her best friend's husband.
What a world, at least this will open my mom's eyes to the kind of friend Viva was.
I just couldn't keep calm.
I got dressed and wanted to go over to my step dad's house to give Viva a piece of my mind.
She is a snake in a green grass. She was the cause of all our predicament but kept acting nice all this years.
As I try to go my Mom stopped me from going.
She asked me to calm down and not get involve until she confirmed from Viva first if she is capable of doing such.
She wanted to call Viva first to know if the news was true because it sounds unbelievable to her ears.
She said maybe my brother was mistaking my dad's new woman for Viva.
Viva has been her friend for years, she can not do such a thing.
My brothers were very sure of what they were saying but my Mom decided to confirm from her dear best friend first before she could believe.
She picked up her phone and started calling Viva.
She called severally but Viva refused to answer.
She waited till evening and began calling her again but still Viva did not answer my mom's call.
My Mom patiently waited till the following day and decided to go over to the house so that she can be sure.
Since Viva refused to pick my mom's calls, the only option was for my Mom to go to the house and see things for herself.
She asked me to stay back and watch her store that she needs to handle things all by herself. she was sure the woman in the house is not Viva.
I stayed back while my Mom went there.
When she got to the house, she was shock to see that my brothers were right.
Viva was actually the new madam of the house.
My Mom quickly confronted her and Viva started calling my Mom names.
Viva called Mom a naive, stupid prostitute. She called my Mom different names and told my Mom she was the new madam of the house and nothing will change that.
My Mom angrily slapped her across the face and Viva slapped my Mom right back and a heavy fight broke out between the supposed best friends.
My brothers rushed to them and began to seperate the fight.
My step dad came in and started pushing my Mom out of the house.
While Viva was jubilating and laughing sarcastically while my step Dad maltreat my Mom.
My step dad threaten to get my Mom arrested if she ever step her foot into the house again.
He warned her never to come close to the house that as she can see he has moved on and forgotten everything about her.
He moved on long time ago, years back and Viva has been his eyes and ears given him enough reason to hate her.
Viva was in his life and there is nothing my Mom or anyone can do about it.
Viva kept laughing at my Mom as my step Dad pushed her out of the gate.
My Mom returned home and kept crying.
She could not stop crying.
I try to console her, she was going through a serious emotional pain.
She said all this years she has been suffering in her marriage and never knew that her best friend was the architect of it all.
She didn't know Viva was behind all her misfortune and sadness and yet she was pretending to care about her and kept assuring her that all her secrets were safe.
I was boiling angrily after hearing how my Mom was maltreated. I really wanted to go over there and deal with Viva by myself but my Mom asked me not to go.
I obeyed but my hope was that I will meet Viva on the road one day and give her the insult of her Life for all the trouble and pain she made my Mom go through.
My Mom trained us all well, she was a good woman and has a soft heart.
Her only mistake was in the beginning when she met with Palo and I was conceived but after then my Mom remained faithful and loved my step Dad with everything in her.
Viva was always asking and wanting to know everything happening in my mom's Life.
Since my Mom doesn't keep numerous friend, she trusted Viva and will always pour out her heart to her.
She will always update Viva on every new development.
She trusted Viva so much and never thought Viva only wanted her downfall.
As I watch my Mom weep bitterly for days, my heart was shattered. I wish she didn't trust Viva the way she did or take her as a best friend.
It hurts so badly but I'm glad that my Mom has confirmed the truth.
Seeing is believing and she has seen and believed The sad truth.
Lucia returned from school and saw Viva in the house as the new madam.
She was already told about what was going on and did not take it lightly.
Lucia insulted Viva. when my step dad came back from work, Viva told him that Lucia insulted her.
My sister was very angry as she continued talking back at Viva. My step dad slapped Lucia twice across the face.
After slapping her he warned her that next time she insult his new wife he will throw her out of the house.
Viva was smiling as my Dad threatens to throw Lucia out if she ever say or do anything bad to her.
It was sad moment for my Mom who was really heart broken and for us because my mother has a good heart and trust too much.
While she was trying to recover from the whole shock and trauma that Viva caused, I was helping out in her store while waiting till when a new semester will start and also trying to get used to the fact that my step dad's new wife is my Mom best friend.
As school was about to resume, I left my mother's place and return to my father's house. I wanted to spend the remaining one week at his place before proceeding to school. I bond so well with my Dad and he doesn't joke with me. He will always advice me to concentrate on my studies and I shouldn't hesitate to inform him whenever I need anything. I was mostly grateful to God for sending him on my way when all my hope of ever going to school and having all my needs met was far fetched. My Dad loved and cared for my step mom. The only problem was not having a child with her. To me all hope was not lost, I know they have been married for many years and tried to conceived but to no avail but God is still doing miracle. my everyday prayer is that God will open the womb of my step Mom and she will become a mother. Palo, my Dad is a good man. A good father to me and great husband to his wife. My desires is to make him proud and put a rea
Lucia rounded up with school and was waiting for graduation. I Could not wait for my own day to come when I will be a graduate as well. I return to school with the help of my mother. things were moving on well again which includes studies. One day I visited one of my close friend Lupeni who was also my course mate. I met her elder brother in the house who was based abroad but traveled down to spend time with his family. He was very nice as we all engaged in a normal discussion, his sister inclusive. I saw him as a big brother too just like Lupeni. We talked and laughed. He was lively and fun to be with. My friend had told me about him before and meeting him and getting to know more about him felt great. I later told them it was time to take my leave. They wanted me to spend more time but I have to go because I have reading to do that night and need to be on my way despite how fun i
My little boy was so fun and interesting. Taking him as my son and acting like a mother to him makes people who live around our neighborhood to start thinking he was truly my son. None of them knew that he wasn't truly mine. I make sure I prepare what he loves eating and he also calls me "mummy. We are mostly seeing together. If I'm going to the market, church or anywhere at all he comes with me and I usually buy the same lookalike cloth for both of us. I dress him and also get dressed in any of our native or English wear that I bought. I truly loved him like mine and don't joke with him His mother found out that his son was staying with me and wanted him back. She contacted my husband and told him that she wants to get her son. She said her boy can not be staying with me, she was not comfortable with the idea. Joba my husband refused. according to him, he told her that she will have to get used t
FinalJoba did not call my Mom back like he said he will.I told my mom the exact time to reach him so she tried calling him again but he did not pick.After so much attempt he later answered the call.My mother spoke to him on how disrespectful his actions were. She also mentioned about the love post his baby mama posted on Facebook and attached their uniform pictures and he blocked me after he was confronted over the issue.Joba told my Mom that I can not stop his bosom friend or his baby mama from posting on his birthday.He said his son's mother was there even before he got married to me so I can't tell him what to do or dictate who to be in his life. It was all his choice and not mine to make.My mother was about to say something when Joba hang up the phone.He ended the call after talking and did not give my mom a chance to speak.The following day, he unblocked me and told me that I should move on with my life.
Prologue Kanua Village, Zambia; January, 1991 There was a murderous glow in the eyes of the ten year old Luyando Chimeko as she stood watch over her drunk and passed out father snoring away on the mat inside the tent that a good Samaritan had lent to them which they had come to regard as their home for the past one week. Luyando had had enough of living like a destitute at the hands of her vagabond father whose own life seemed to be rotting away ever since the untimely demise of his wife a year ago. On that day, the ten year old had not just lost her mother, she had lost her father as well. The man she was now looking at was only a shell of the man she once called dad…and she had had enough of watching him waste his and her life away like someone who no longer had anything more to live for. Luyando wiped away her tears with a rage that was beyond her years, her gaze still fixed disapprovingly on her father. “What about me!” Luya
Lusaka, Zambia; December, 2015. Natasha Thompson drove her brand new Chevy into Tulani Media House which was popularly known as TMH and went searching for a free spot in the parking lot. TMH was the leading independent and private media firm in the country and Natasha was more than excited to start her first day…her first job in Zambia since returning from the States a month ago. After moving around in circles for close to five minutes without finding a free parking spot, Natasha was about to lose hope when she saw a vehicle move out of a spot a short distance from where she was. She rushed over there before anyone else got the spot and was just about to get into the spot when she heard someone hooting ruthlessly behind her. She looked back to find the very car that had just moved out and a lady came out, belligerently waving her arms about in the air as she walked towards Natasha. Wondering what the hell was going on, Natasha waited fo
“What the hell are you doing at your boss’ house at this time of the night?” Luyando asked Natasha.“Obviously nothing close to what you are just from doing …to your brother .” She said with a taunting smile on her face. “Relax Tula,” She said to Tulani, inviting herself into the house and patting him on the shoulder.”I totally understand whatever is going on here; it appears your married sister , is in-love with you.”“I knew I was going to hate you the moment I laid my eyes on you.” Luyando said curtly.Natasha laughed. “The feeling is mutual Lu…I can call you Lu now since we are not at the office right? You are after all my ex- boyfriend’ssister.”“Ex-boyfriend?”Luyando looked to her brother for confirmation.The proud gri
Natasha found her mother out on the street outside their home pacing to and from as she waiting for her husband to appear. Natasha quickly parked to the side and ran after her. The first thing she noticed where the tears in her eyes. “Mum,” she held her tightly in her arms. “I am scared Tasha,” Martha cried. “It’s okay mum, it’s okay…I trust that dad is okay. You know how my heart paces when something bad is about to happen? Well, feel it,” she took her mother’s hand and placed it over her heart. “It’s calm right?” Natasha said. “What if something happened? What if the past…what if….” Natasha slowly released her mother from the embrace and instead held both her hands. “Mum,” she said. “Dad won’t ever do that again.” Martha gave her daughter a puzzled expres