By Charity Nyoni
Some call it the honey moon years but l call it the years to
remember and regret. Those are the first years of marriage.
They were meant to end well for me too just like for the
others but a night-mare ear marked the end of mine.
Gracefully built in the form of what others would call a
bottle shaped woman was my Ruth. A true depiction of the
biblical Ruth who was forever faithful to the husband and the
mother-in-law. I recalled those moments when mama visited
from the rurals. How my darling Ruth would spend sleepless
nights gisting with my mother. At first l would be angry but
who can blame me l mean every man needs his wife besides him
every night. It’s that tender warmth of her cookie that is
able to keep a home intact. Whenever my mother visited Ruth
never gave me my cookie because she was busy giving all the
attention to my mother. I would hear them at midnight,
laughing their lungs out. Out of envy l would just open my
bedroom and go to the toilet, as they saw me they would burst
into laughter. At that moment it enraged me to the bone but
as l recount all those occassions right now l wish l could
turn back the hands of time.
Ruth was a spontaneous and adventurous woman. Creativeness
marked our sexual life and this is what l loved the most
about her. I recall one day when we were arrested for drunk
driving at night. We were left alone at the charge office for
hours and we got bored. Ru gave me that romantic look that
suggested its time to have the cookie,
“No! No, are you crazy?” l literally screamed at her but
before l could say more she was already all over me and what
could l have done, l was just a man. The rest was history and
she got what she wanted. At the peak of the moment a police
officer walked in and that was the most embarrassing day of
my life. We were then charged for another crime, that was
disrespecting the police offices. We spent three nights in
prison as punishment. After we were relieased Ruth couldn’t
help it but tell our every friend about the incident. At
first l was embarrassed but with time l also started
narrating the story. Well, that was my Ruth; the most jovial
of all. I loved Ruth and she loved me too. Everything about
us was too good to be true so people said and at times l also
believed that. How can Ruth tick in all the boxes of what in
my days we called ‘marriage material’.
One fateful day as l was sitting in the sitting room Ruth
came in from the bedroom wearing a new red lingerie set. She
knew that seeing her in red always provoked my manhood to a
still point where only she could rescue it. But that day was
different l mean l bought everything for Ruth or at least
gave her the money she needed to buy everything ever since
our wedding day. I had commanded her to stop working because
l did not want a working wife. I know that right now you are
calling me ‘selfish’ but if you had an angelic wife like Ruth
you would understand. I was insecure. I just didn’t want to
lose her, after all she was everything that l have ever
wanted in a woman. Talk of respect and love she excelled.
Well let me take you back to that fateful day. As l saw her
Well let me take you back to that fateful day. As l saw her
it just struck my mind that maybe a boyfriend had bought the
lingerie for her. Seeing my countenance she was discouraged
to move any further. She never liked that angry side of mine
and at that moment she knew that all hell was about to break
loose.
I know you cannot wait to hear more but let me rewind to
thirty minutes before this incident. I had asked her to give
me her phone. She had innocently given me the phone as the
custom was for me to check her phone once in a while. I
scrolled down her social media messages as the custom was. A
minute before this incident as l was going through her
WhatsApp messages a text message caught my attention. It
read,
‘My love, today l did not see you. I cannot wait to feel
those boobs again. Yesterday was ecstatic, please meet me
again tomorrow when your husband leaves. I love you babe’
Seeing Ruth wearing the lingerie that l did not buy was a
full confirmation of the fact that she had a boyfriend. My
eyes turned red and my spirit was ready for blood. She tried
to smile at me but l frowned and marched towards her like a
buffalo bull that is ready to devour an obstacle that stood
on its way. I held her tightly and twisted her elbow in the
most painful way l could think of as l flushed the text
message on her face. I felt her long charcoal black hair and
her light brown body sweat and tears stream down her round
ever white ……………
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